The Teastained Woman Diarist is Different
Chosen descendant of melanated skin, it is no light thing to carry a blank book awaiting your new testaments. You as both evidence and living witness testimony respond to the beckon to document yourself , and it is holy. You keep the archives of your sojourn, and this has made you of regal stock, fortifying your spirit and proving you in the secret place; developing in you a curious elegance of deeply-mined resolve that is unshakable and eternal. Don’t give this up.
Your journals keep history intact and establish the annals of freedom for the spirit and mind as they chronicle your seasons. Never allow anyone to ever discount the simplicity of this glorious responsibility that you’ve accepted. There is a world of a difference between yourself and the colonizer who “keeps a journal”, and there always has been: Whilst your journaling becomes the calendar of your daily arrivals and discernment, their journals have chronicled their parts in deleterious empire and human atrocities at every scale. Your journals prove you are glorious, and theirs is the handwritten confession of flippant hubris, evil musing, nonchalance and insouciance have written their covenants with death. Your journal is the yearn made flesh, and theirs are the heavy musings of dead souls in conversation with havoc (no matter how poetic they may sound). Your journals echo ancestral hopes and speak to the living and the dead— theirs are the cementing of their own denial, their reprobate minds casually dining with consternation over oppression and terrorism, then refusing to accept the call to contrition so as to complete the nightmare of greed.
However.
You, soujourner of timeless witness bear the virtuous understanding that you’re not just a teastained person practicing the keeping of a journal. There’s more indicting, critical substance for you to re-member to yourself, host and write by birthright. Daily, as one in her own orchard, you harvest and feast. You are assigned the task of revelation because you have the anatomy to honor it. As an intuitive historicizer you have recognized the curiosity of your appointment: vigilant author. With an awareness of the narrative bearing witness through you, an inclination to insight and a practice of discernment that’s cultivated a disposition and presence of mind, you have learned to guard your spirit so as to apprehend messages that transcend the natural realm. You cannot partake in everything society sets before you for pleasure or expedition, nor can you be exposed to just anything. You’re learning the internal temperature your soul must maintain so as to receive revelations regarding yourself, your times, the warfare against you, and your generational duty. You’re learning the ways of the Creator from your handwritten musings that transcribe stillness into entry on your pages. You realize wonder on a regular basis because you are available to it.
And as you’re comprehending the technology of imagination, designation, warfare, and your disposition you are learning how to handle the tragedies and heaviness of circumstances because they are another chapter for you to write, another dynamic you are afforded to witness and record. You await the outpour that turns what would be pain from grief or antagonism into entries that fortify your spirit, giving you a reservoir of words for you to carry yourself. You’ve had the privilege of genealogy and experience that qualifies you to carry an ocean of testament, testimony. You come to the altar of your blank book and the Creator meets you there with genesis, revelation, and the radiance of provision that is the coordinates of where and who and when and why you are.
Vastness and dignity are the rewards of your quietude—relying on no human to validate or confirm you— and it confounds demonic powers and the beings that host them, who are enraged that your transcribed silence reveals where their traps lie. You encounter the mundane and release the code into your journals.
Your book is your planet.
You’ve been graced with the concern for utterances of lasting things, their connection to ancestral memory and Divine hope. Your discernment is sharp because the Creator as been able to train you chapter by handwritten chapter— and your spirit listens deep. You do not fear stillness or seasons of dormancy, healing, and evolution. You yield to ways of “realize,” pause” and “understand”— and obedience to the mandate has set you apart as one who keeps testimony as written testament; whose quietude yields wisdom and indictment, and whose very posture/manner embodies the dignified conviction of a living witness with no fear of her AUTHORity, carried with an unapologetic and timely wisdom.
Lies have a difficult time getting in. Charlatans have a hard time convincing you. You’ve become biographer of things you once feared and of mysteries that many seek to handle in their own unwritten understanding— and fail. You translate experience into lamentation and proverb with your rich expounding. Deliverance, overcoming and life seasons have vocabulary with you.
You carry your journal and pen like the balm and weapon they are for you. You understand your task exceeds earthly reward. Your descendants are blessed by your living library because they will learn your dignity and take on your wisdom, along with its curious posture, and will be unconquerable. This is the truth of your presence with your journal— continue and remain, sojourner.
Journey Soulfully.
