– Reginald O’Neal Gibson

There’s not a day that goes by when I’m not thinking about how God blessed me through the heart attack, seizure, and the multiple strokes that ensued. Now, within clarified purpose, I acknowledge more than ever that at any given moment (without sign or inclination), life or what we’ve come to believe is life, can within the blink of an eye; end.

Pondering the embedment of my last trial, my most concerning of thoughts were, did I sacrifice enough to love, lead, and leave by blessed example for the betterment of leadership, my marriage, children, extended family, friends, neighbors and communities. Simply put, this was the epitome of my concern, the catalyst behind the push forward, such to fulfill my purposed driven life.

Prior my life over death/s trials, my only real concerns were did I please God through his anointing over my purpose? Was I steadfast enough in faith, in belief and in repentance that Yahweh, (Jesus Christ the son of God) is the way, such that my name would be written into the Lamb’s Book of Life? [ Revelation 21:27]. This, in session to “You have done well,”  as I praise upon enter to the kingdom of heaven[Matthew 25:21, NIV].

Now, upon the true awakening, I concern no more in frivolous questions being, I know that I am – because God is, such that hope, belief and faith is no longer trivial upon my journey. For I know, per the covenant embedded within my spirit as I transition to and fro within this reality, the full absoluteness within my life’s purpose, thus to endure, glorify and discern, all that dwells upon the rigors of the righteous path. Although the war has been won, our battles must ensue for the efficacy of witness, repentance and spiritual awakening. Thus, is the ministry and leadership by blessed example. In this, I am tempered within the Holy Spirit. I am sacrificed thrice upon the tribulations and principalities of this world. Therefore, I’ll no longer suffer in silence, per the avoidance of the anointing over my life’s true purpose. I am, because God is, such that I AM MINISTRIES has risen. – Pastor Reginald Gibson

Upon The Path of Righteousness.

It doesn’t take long for talented newcomers to figure out the embedded cancers within an organization. They’ve (the cancer/s) embraced the spoken language of gossip, volunteerism and policy. They’ve long pledged their allegiances to the bosses and have patted the backs of the energetic wannabes. The true concern is how the upper-level puppet masters manipulate the bosses and cancers, to efficiently root out the ambitious talent, such to maintain (at minimum) fiscal pacification and contentment. So, the question is, what’s the real threat, the cancer, the concern or the puppeteer? – Reginald

I choose peace at a time when most have fallen prey to the wiles of convoluted indoctrination, not only of race, but of mind, spirit and purpose. We know not who we are because our knowledge of who we were, manifests within the perils of denial. As such, we are easily divided by systematic (often prophesied) calamity, only to be overshadowed by the pangs of attrition. Willful blindness beckons our attention span from truth to self-idolatry, such that distractions evermore nurture the trauma of indoctrinated insecurities. And for what? To frivolously ponder that which they’ve* persuaded us to fear? Nevertheless, I am aware, as are the biding many. We that are one, will not allow the history of man’s ignorance to befuddle righteous purpose, nor will submission to the wiles of demonic destitution be allowed to creep into the present. Softly I speak within the carefully calibrated vibration of eternal-voice, never to go silent in the presence of iniquity, but with intentionality, awaken the greatness embedded within like-minded spirit; such that the covenant sealed by grace; remain steadfast. Picture that. – Reginald

*For those who can’t help but say “who are “they?” I say to you look beyond sight, until the pangs are no more, and if willing, forgiveness may become your rock upon troubled waters. Godspeed. 😉

“The greatness in one can nurture the fruition of greatness in another but when two are broken (as were Kelly Gibson and I), the damage brought forth far more tedious challenges. Please know to become one is to trust; first. Within trust beckons the submission of transparency. When all is put on the table, let judgment go and allow forgiveness to become the seed deeply rooted in the beginning of the relationship. This acknowledges trauma, brings truth to personal needs, and sheds light on expectations regarding future endeavors. Upon this spiritual covenant, allow no other entity but God to seal your union. This means allow no one, not friends, best friend, exes, family members, coworkers, gossipers, naysayers, careers, vices, addictions, unmarried/unvetted advisors, social platform/media followers, past or current closure potentials and or fallback outlets that could lead to personal-guilt, doubt or immoral behavior. In other words, all that accepted who you were, what you were in, and who you were with (or without), during the time of your utmost urgent need, traumas, and or circumstances of peril, can be considered unknowing enablers or codependent constituents addicted to the energy you’ve given through suffering. Thus, as opposed to the norm of lust, denial, and desperation, which are normally camouflaged in the beginnings of relationships, both (if willing to sacrifice in transparency), can find their unconditional purpose in oneness. Upon this, the blessed building thereof will/shall take place within the unification of an unbreakable foundation.” – Reginald

On the day of June 6th, 2023, I was having what seemed to be an average day. My family and I were preparing to join my fathers-in-law birthday celebration. I recall earlier that day I was having some issues with my stomach that felt similar to indigestion, but it subsided after a couple of minutes, so I thought nothing of it being it was never an indicator of concern. Minutes prior to leaving with the family (we have 10 year old triplets), I asked my wife for a cold pack being I had symptoms of a headache. Afterward, I suggested she could drop me off at the hospital to get checked and to pick me up after the birthday get-together. As we moved toward the car I asked her to drive. This request almost never happens being I like to drive the family. As the kids entered the back seats I remember opening the passenger door and that was my last memory of that day. Days later I woke up in the hospital with various teary-eyed strangers accompanied with family members surrounding my bed. It was a couple more days later when I started to understand or to the least, was able to start putting the pieces of the puzzle together that I had a heart attack. More specifically, it was a full cardiac arrest e.g., total blockage of the artery. Only, there was more to this circumstance. Turns out I had a seizure first. After seizure, I started to have various strokes one after the other (called mini-strokes). Immediately after the strokes I had the heart attack. Fortunately, my wife called 911 immediately. The medics both provided CPR on me, but they couldn’t get a pulse. As they drove off, they put the Lucus Chest Compressor device on me and took me to the hospital. By the time I arrived to the hospital I coded three times but as is obvious; I survived thanks to the swift actions and collaboration involving my wife, 911 operator, EMS, hospital staff, nurses, and of course Dr. Korpanty (my cardiologist). I’m happy to say that since this incident, I’ve made a miraculous comeback. It’s been more than a year and I’m been doing extremely well. No issues, cause for concerns nor complaints. As always, I’d like to give thanks to my cardiologist Dr. Korpanty, the staff at Kettering hospital and The American Heart Association for being the advocate of inspiration of heart health world-round. -Reginald O’Neal Gibson

Don’t fight your entire life swinging at thin air, trying to outmaneuver the accepted fear within your own shadow.  

This is but one of the deceivers’ tricks to keep you divided within the dark of biased enablement. 

Stop, the subtlety hides behind the mask of self-idolization embedded within denial whilst in peril of self – soon to be stoked by the boastful lies of another.  

And then there’s two, clashing within the same un-clarified mindset driven by fear. It is here, where they destroy self. Albeit physically separate, they’re entangled within the shadows of the charismatic, set symbol to distract you. 

The blind now toiling with the woefully misguided, self-prophesied by a whisperer, cloaked within each.  

Upon defeat, they’ll self-loath and find solace under the broken reality of like-minded dwellers, swindled by the same silver-tongued snake – hiding within the shadows of self-doubt.  

So, guard your mind, and cast out the whisperer. 

 
Godspeed. – Reginald 

Not all history is difficult to swallow. Learn, live and love.

Reginald O’ Gibson

I’m going to tell a story, with a moral, by way of an analogy we’ve all heard at some point in our lives. Most will know what the moral is within the first sentence, but I stress the importance of saying it anyway being rhetorical utterance, timely experience and wisdom lends itself as an invaluable tool upon its acceptance. likened to when one decides to “read the entirety of the bible within a year” thing for some reason. Not to put down anyone’s inspiration, assignment or spiritual anointment but if one falls for pushing through anything, just to say it’s completed doesn’t mean it was absorbed, understood or even accepted. And if by chance one is challenged (which is actually a guarantee) by the deceiver, I’d suspect that the rushing through for bragging rights or the checking of the box will not fare well. 
 

So, to simplify, this (short) story is about timing, especially in the sense that not all wisdom, advice or knowledge can be received unitarily being we’re all at different stages of our life journey; such is the reiteration of the analogy. 
 

Imagine you’re parachuting above the most beautiful, serene of tropical islands and along comes another, and he’s free-falling, flapping his arms about, taking full advantage of the adrenaline high, while giving you the thumbs up. Only you notice, he has no parachute! And I mean nothing at all but the shirt wailing upon his back.  

So, in reference to frivolous questioning, you check your time and distance from the ground and you’re good. So, you decide to glide over to the guy and yell, dude where’s your parachute? Again, parachute – where is it!? Immediately the guy stopped laughing. 

Quick pause. See, for the guy without a parachute, you asking such a question, in mid free-fall makes no sense whatsoever being, he’s already committed to that jumped. And per the physics of gravity within this reality well, such is universal law. 

The thing is, isn’t that kind of like what we do, right? We find ourselves so consumed with intrigue, drama or even the allurement of frivolous questioning, we often miss the bigger picture, and per our judgement, we jump into that which we hope, aligns with our personal biases? 

One could argue, even within the absence of critical thinking, we should know better but oh the validation of self, whilst proving others to be wrong. Maybe that’s the zeal of frivolous thinking or in this scenario questioning? 
 

See (in my opinion) most aren’t really looking for an answer. Consider this; most may inadvertently be searching for an excuse. An excuse that is, to support their unwillingness to exist with the responsibilities and purposes of life, embedded within their spirit – upon creation.  
 

Which brings me to the conclusion per the previous pause, see the story doesn’t end with the free faller falling to his imminent demise, it ends with you. How so? Allow me to explain.  

The free faller immediately stops smiling, upon you coming over and asking your question, which is twofold. One to aware him – dude!? Secondly, honestly in our heart, deep down, wanting to validate that one of you made the right decision. 

Now to the questioner, it may not appear to be frivolous; such an inquisitive kind heart, I get it. One may be of genuine concern per the man’s circumstance but again, what difference does it make? Well in this analogy, it makes a difference. 

Especially now, because when you look at the free faller for some reason your eyes lock, and per the smirk on his face you instantly become aware, he didn’t stop laughing, flailing about and having a good time because of what you asked, he stopped because he was content per his act to distract you. A distraction so persuasive that by way of your own frivolous attraction to sensationalism, you’d completely forget to pull your chute open in time and thus, indeed it ends with you. 

The moral is, there are a lot of free fallers in this world, whose infernal goal is to take you with them. Now whether they come in the form of old acquaintances, media conglomerates, charismatic politicians or even that minuscule of one, who for some reason always seems to be around, close to your ear, and most opinionated whilst suggesting what he or she feels is best for you, when they themselves have defaulted within a life of void. 

Know that your time and awareness in this present time is invaluable. Please, turn from that which is frivolous and distracting because at some point, your present (within the link of an eye) will become your past; courtesy of that free falling void – which was sent to distract you. 

Godspeed upon your journey. 

By Reginald O’ Gibson