Back to Sender

evil's agent came to my door
ringing the bell
and waiting to enter
with a package of confusion
tied with the rope of fear.

evil's agent wore
the uniform of friendship
but with the spiritual eye,
I saw the killer, the thief and the destroyer
right away, I understood everything
that stood before me that day.

"this box is not from God!"
that was what I shouted at him
then I took an eternal authority
and i sent everything back
to the sender.

O' I'm not signing for this
for evil and i have no deal in business
I am driven by eternity.
just send it all back to sender

and when it gets there
let confusion and fear
do to the sender
all that he sent them to do to me.
let him not escape his own darkness.

fania simon

TRUST GOD & DREAM.

DREAM.
DREAMS.
NOT JUST THE "American Dream!"
GO FURTHER...
Because in GOD
There is MUCH MORE
TO DREAM.

DREAM BIG.
"TRUST GOD & DREAM."
THERE'S NO LIMIT
TO WHAT GOD CAN DO.
JUST DREAM.

Ashes upon my face
Sucking in
The sea from my eyes
O' favorite child!
Sold as a slave,
Locked away
Inside the fire of humanity.
DREAM!
For in the natural,
I am still a natural gift.
I'am more than a QUEEN.

Again I say:
DREAM.
For this is the word
Of His promise to me
DREAM
"I'am with you always."
DREAM DREAMS
I CREATED FOR YOU to DREAM

"TRUST GOD & DREAM."
THERE'S NO LIMIT
TO WHAT GOD CAN DO.
JUST DREAM
ALL I CREATED FOR YOU TO DREAM

"TRUST GOD & DREAM!"

fania simon

If I Had Time

If i had time
I would pull on the side
And write a note that rhymes
But I don't have time
To pull on the side
And write a note that rhymes.

O' Heaven is calling a name!
'Yes! ' I replied.
I know the name is mine.

fania simon

'Situational Trust'

Spreading my wings
Traveling right on time
And seeing an evil face
Smiling near the table and plates.

I see four chairs moving
And the food looks fair.
But I see you standing there
Like a vampire looking for blood.
You make me nervous!

Just for a while, I say,
This is a situational guest
I can feel it under my skin
I know it; there is no trust here

Hence,
Calling and taking back the power
Transfering energy
By eliminating fear
So I add real lights.
By inviting THE BLOOD.

O' now I see better!
I just can't trust you
For you are wickedly "good?"

(c) fania simon

Hop On This Moving Object....

Hop on this moving object with me
I'm going over to the other side of the ocean
To chase this evil spirit away
Before I access my greatness

Why must I let them drag me backwards?
Can't you see they are not good for my life?
Their goal is to abort
To hinder all my blessings EVERYDAY

Now, I'm not afraid of you!
I really want to help you.
Hop on this moving object with me
And come to the throne with me

That's where I will kiss the hand of the healer
That's where I will touch the border
Of the garment
I'll show your every wicked one
The color of my winning hand

Listen,
Whereever you go
'Touch not my anointed'
Just hop on this moving object with me
Don't stand here with them in the dark
Just come and grow with me
Together, we'll have a winning life...

©fania simon

"I've earned my age; I wouldn't want to go back." --Mariel Hemingway

Wild Fanatical Dream

Fly Haitian girl, fly…

“Wild and Fanatical Dream”
That’s what they called my vision
And as the days would slowly pass by
I would pout and pout inside my heart
Because no one believed in my dream
But, let me tell you how good God is…
Today, my “wild fanatical dream,” came to pass…

© fania simon

Fleshless Soul

Spring came ...but now gone

And tonight is the night

I must be ready

Soon I will be flying...

Home.


Spring o' spring came

And tonight is finally the night

There is no more Waiting

There are no dying bones

There is no fear of thorns.

Soon, I'll be home.


O' my tired fleshless soul!

Fly o' fly up high...

Arrive and satisfy my soul

In agape love.


Ah, agape!
{Jah's unconditional love)

I'm finally home...


Written by Fania Simon (Yes ayah, a passing spirit.)

Supernatural Intervention

I have a testimony about faith
But only believers will believe me
See, the woman who gave birth to me
Had many things happened in her life
She had been ill with high cholesterol
With anemia, with Diabetes
And everything else in between
That seemed to live on forever

The body was losing its power
And life was losing its beauty
So we moved from the cold to the warmth
And since all our hope was not gone
We knew the supernatural
Would come from the East
And save the sick

So, I prayed
Papa prayed
Mama prayed
We called on believers
And they prayed

However, today we went to the doctor
And again God showed His faithfulness
O' what a supernatural intervention!

Back from the hospital
We praised him all the way
'Cause Mama is totaly healed.
He sent the word
And her illnesses were wiped away
We asked and we received.

O' supernatural intervention!
Again, we are free
We are more than blessed.

~written by fania simon

The Power of Forgiveness

Some people will never understand how sweet forgiveness is
Please, here, take a sip of it
For no one has the power
To keep my heart in darkness but me
That's why I left that road where parasites
Are still at work to bring me down to dust...

Right now, I am in flight inside my old aged parents'smile
And thanks to them, I now know how hypocritical TIME is
For she is no one's friend forever
One day she will crawl by my home and snatch them away from me
But who knows, she might snatch me first

Still, I am not helpless anymore
For I know the way to glory
Still, I am not helpless anymore
For I chose to live in His hands of mercy
In His time, my parents will live forever
Forever beyond this life
For in Him there is no death
He will keep us in His time until we get there

Why must I focus on your worldly trap?
Like always, time is not on my side
So forgive me that I forgave you
I now accept life completely.....

Way beyond this earthly time,
I know when we get there,
We shall remain a Godly family.

Written by fania simon

And the child asked

Semantic Stopsigns
And the child asked:

Q: Where did this rock come from?
A: I chipped it off the big boulder, at the center of the village.
Q: Where did the boulder come from?
A: It probably rolled off the huge mountain that towers over our village.
Q: Where did the mountain come from?
A: The same place as all stone: it is the bones of Ymir, the primordial giant.
Q: Where did the primordial giant, Ymir, come from?
A: From the great abyss, Ginnungagap.
Q: Where did the great abyss, Ginnungagap, come from?
A: Never ask that question.

Consider the seeming paradox of the First Cause. Science has traced events back to the Big Bang, but why did the Big Bang happen? It's all well and good to say that the zero of time begins at the Big Bang - that there is nothing before the Big Bang in the ordinary flow of minutes and hours. But saying this presumes our physical law, which itself appears highly structured; it calls out for explanation. Where did the physical laws come from? You could say that we're all a computer simulation, but then the computer simulation is running on some other world's laws of physics - where did those laws of physics come from?

At this point, some people say, [b]"God!" [/b]

I came accross this article @ overcomingbias.com
Future of Humanity Institute

Your mess is your message. My mess is my message

Your mess is your message. My mess is my message

Aren’t you tired of people who have not been through anything preaching to you about “a messed up life?” How do they know if they have not gone through anything messed up in life? How do they know what being hungry feels like if they always had food on their table? How do they know about poverty if they have never been outside of 90210 area code of the rich and famous?
How can one truthfully model life if he or she has never worn the ragged garments of life?

See, nothing beats experience. When you experience things in life and allow youself to be saved by God, you then have the right to glorify, to live and mature inside your testimony for the testimony is the message of God's goodness. That’s how Jah uses messed up people like us-like Apostle Paul, like Peter, like David, like Abraham ect as disciples to reach others. God did not use “perfect people who have never sinned” to be his disciples. He used real people—people, that people without vision often call “a fake.”

God uses real living people to naturally, supernatually and passionately illustrate His power. And those who have eyes to see will always see God in these people. See when people who have gone through things praise God, they praise Him from the heart not just from the intellect or from their "professional title". They used their experiences as their reason for the season….How can you not praise the one that saved you from the lions throat?? Why not praise the one who got you out of the serpent's belly?

See when you are down and out, when you are misunderstood, when you are oppressed, when you are homeless, when you are spending time for a crime you did not commit, when you have cancer, when you are bound by haters and gossipers, when you are abandoned by people who were supposed to love you, when you are shot by a stray bullet, when you are rape or drowning in domestic violence, when you are conquered by drugs, low self-esteem, alcohol, promiscuity, prostitution, or when Bipolar is running your life, or when you are deceived by thieves who work hard to pass you as a thief, if only you surrender to the redeemer who sees it all, He will help you, bring you out of the storm and use you for His glory. And you will spiritually stand to speak and help those who are where you used to be and also fellowship with those who have made it through the storm as well. (As you already know, when one or two gather in his will, He’ll be in the midst.)

We (believers, Priests, student of the Holy spirit, travelers ect...) answer our call and step into our destiny just by being obedient. By asking for help and allowing God to turn our negatives into positive and use us for His service. Then, surely we will then be free to be a witness and stand inside our soul to tell our message. Who is more fit to testify that --GOd IS…
Thank God for people who have been through some things!!!!! They are the perfect script to a perfect movie about God's power in this life

As blessed people who hold extra gifts (called artists or any other CALLED professionals), we voluntarily and/or involuntarily use our life journey in our art form. that’s how we become more than just "an artist", because of the anointing upon us, we have no choice but to give God a complete YES and step into priesthood in order to fulfill our spiritual assignment on earth. (Selah = think about it)

Again, if you are obedient you'll get power from things you experienced because when you’ve been through things, you can stand anywhere at anytime and boldly show God's love and power in your life to those who are willing to see and hear. They will see God in you when you sing, "I've suffered but I am here because God saved me. Hence, NO WEAPON FORMED AGAINST ME SHALL PROSPER." And you shall stand and teach those who are willing to learn about the supernatural power who is always ready to help them overcome it all if only they are willing to leap into the unknown by faith. (see, before telling others to leap into the unknown, you have to first leap and experience the unknown in order to have a personal relationship with the power and authority of the unknown). Remember, there is no testimony if there was no test!

Thus, don't be afraid to live and share your journey. See, truth is truth. It stands alone. It is not truthbecause of who we are but is truth because of who God is. God (not religion) is true. Silent no more. Let your true experiences be your message today.

Here’s the math.

I was lost….and now I am found

Here’s the translation,

My life was a mess and now I am the message.

Here’s the goal.

Those who are ready to eat shall consume it and those who are not ready will continue to disprove truth and perish.

Blessings Beloved.
You really inspired this message out of me this morning.
Life is like a school. We are all in it but not all of us will pass the test because not all of us believe enough to study for the test

One love.

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My God is BIG. Hence, I think BIG" ~fania simon
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It is a miracle

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"The next time you look into the mirror, just look at the way the ears rest next to the head; look at the way the hairline grows; think of all the little bones in your wrist. It is a miracle." -- Martha Graham
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Waiting to Settle Your Bills Before You Praise Him?

Exchanging His word spiritually not religiously
Exchanging His word globally and traditionally
Exchanging His word politically and ethically
Exchanging His word logically and organically
Exchanging His word economically and openly
However, reasonably, the bills must be paid.
“Hallelujah alone can’t settle the bill."

So what are you going to do?
Are you waiting to Settle Your Bills Before You Praise Him?
Not me.
For I shall continue to praise Him anyhow!!!!

© fania simon

You Must Have Boldness or Evil Will Eat You Up Alive

Read the word and motivate your soul to success.
If you can visualize it, you can achieve it
Just groom your faith everyday
And talk your way to victory.

Meditate on positive quotes
In relation to your purpose here on earth....
When problem comes your way,
Speak this affirmation to yourself
However, you must speak it with boldness...

Say,

"I can't do what I want to do
But I MUST do what I am sent here to do."

This shows that you are not here by your own will
And that you must do what you are destined to do
See,
The devil will always test your faith
But be bold and always let him know that you are willing
To starve your flesh in order to feed your spirit.
Let him know in your daily statement
That you will continue to do God's work
Because you trust that God
Is working behind the scene
To protect you and see you through.

And when the devil shows you the image of "failure"
Say,

If I fall, so what!
Like Christ,
I will ALWAYS rise again
For I trust God
I will rise my way to success.
Simply as a baby,
I used to fall down again and again
Until one day,
I learned how to walk tall and win.
I never did stay down because staying down
Was never an option for me
Involuntarily, I always had enough sense
To know that falling is not the end of life
But falling is a part of life.

Say this with boldness:

"Devil, your schemes can't keep me down
Because my creator is working behind the scene
He wants me to have life abundantly
Hence, if I stumble and fall,
He'll be there to pick me up.

O dear devil,
I am too blessed to be stressed!"

© fania simon (Yes ayah)

His Time is Not My Time

Everyday something new happens
To make me realize
That my time is not God's time

Sometime I pause on my loud prayers
And calm myself down
In order to center in His spirit

Silently, I would call upon His presence
And invite Him into the room
Lovingly, He would appear
But only if the spirit was right
Then, I would hear from Him...

Just like the early morning,
He appeared before me
And He spoke to me
It was around 3:14 am.

First, I was relaxing watching a Nigerian film
He just tuned me away from it
In order to show me your true reflection
That was the first time
I actually saw the real you

It was just sitting there
Watching the movie screen
I witnessed you doing something very wrong
You signed an agreement with evil's blood
To give permission to be used
As a tool to help destroy me

God showed me the day we first met
God showed me the day you first came to my home
And God showed me another day
When you came by with a fancy camera
Just to freeze progressive time from my side

That day you were extra friendly.
You flashed me and flashed everything else you thought I owned
You made up stories to win my heart
O' you were at work
For your master, the devil
Needed evidence for a new frame up work

Then suddenly, while still in the spirit of revelation
I began to think back to our every past meeting
And I realized that they were all part of a set-up job
Oh how foolish I was
But i regret nothing
For I know the Lord is the keeper of my heart

While my eyes were closed,
The Holy one showed me you
He knows my innocence.
He knows I had no reason to stay on guard

Each time you came around,
I received you with open arms
Not knowing you had a veil above your malicious mask
And since my eyes are trusting
There was no way I could have seen the evil you

It was that simple.
You are a diciple to use by the evil
To craft something negative towards my destiny

But how could you have forgotten the days
Of our long chats and laughter and feast?
O' don’t you remember this?
I used to travel miles away just to come see you
And since I am the funny clown!
I would tell jokes just to take your problems away from you
I would provide you with a world of laughter
Until every tear of your sadness would dry up and disappear

But alas!
This is yet another testimony of human trust
Where would I be if it were not for the spirit on my side?
I know I would still be blind inside your death trap
I would be in the belly of you, Serpent!

Tonight your image flashed before me
Finally, God allowed me to see you
You stood before my eyes
And you were as happy as before
Your name was writing creative plots
Off the "friendship" sky

But somehow I was not totally surprised
For I ignored intuition
And fed my thirst for true friendship
Anyway, let me tell you what I said to God in reply?
I said, Lord,
It was not my will that my eyes were closed
I just loved them all--blindly
I said Lord, it is not by my own will that my eyes
Are just opening now
For it is your will
Thank you for this priceless lesson
Now, I shall add this experience
To my deliverance list
No devil in hell can keep me from your glory

Your time is not my fleshy time
But I just thank you for your favors upon me
Thank you for allowing me to see

You, who see every break of my heart,
And you, who see the length of my love
Please continue to bless all of them
Especially this image behind the dark veil
Please invite them all to meditation table
And please open their eyes
For I know in due time,
They all will seek deliverance from their own clan

Lord, help me to hold no negative energy in my heart
Deliver all, like you delivered me
Let the one behind the dark veil
Know that her devil can Never love her

Holy one, thank you for making me embrace silence
For only in silence, I was able to hear your voice
As usual, thank you for moving right on time.

Another Testimony by fania simon
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"Experiencing meditation in Him and stay addicted to Him" fania simon

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My God is BIG. Hence, I think BIG" ~fania simon
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He Will Eat Your Crops

I received a “mighty” letter from him today
Lucifer said, “author, your work has no substance.”
And his words tried to penetrate my mind with force
In order for his darkness to invade my heart,
But instead of mourning the words of death
I faithfully rejoiced
For I remembered the God who purged me

Therefore, I placed my knees to the ground
And invoked the presence of God
Who then arrived on the scene with more seeds
Instantly, He planted me firm
Inside the road to my destiny

God said, "author, focus.
I am the name above every name
And I gave you one job to do...
Your work is to carry out my vision
Your work is to plant a world garden
Not to listen to the voice of destruction."

Then I began to rejoice in His presence
Because again I heard Him say,
"I approve of you before I created you.
You are my instrument, my substance of faith
Through you, I will continue to flow
The issues of life
Don't you trust me?
Don't allow him to move you from my word
I am the one who is guarding your mind
Don't you trust me?
I am the one who is guarding your heart
Close your eyes to his deceptive attack
And open your eyes to my will
In due time, I shall bring everything to pass

Know that in me you will never lack
Continue to show the glory of Me
Soon they'll know thatthe mess in your life is a message
Author, I am the one still sitting on the throne
And I decide what is substantial not a false god
Hence listen author, I give you the authority to be…

I justify your “substance”
Continue to plant my seeds
For lucifer can't cut off your blessings
Just keep your eyes on me
And I will guard your crops from him

Like leaves in the wind,
Do not let him shake your faith
For only through a shaking faith,
He will gain access
And eat your crops."

© fania simon

I Did Not Ask for Authorship

I Did Not Ask for Authorship

See, when I called Him
The first thing I asked for
Was for Him to show me love
‘Cause I desperately wanted
To plant and cultivate
The fruit of love

So when i called Him
I did not ask Him for houses,
Cars, gold, fame or authorship
I just got on my knees,
And I dialed His number collect
Hey, I was so excited
He answered me very quickly

However,
From the sound of His voice
I knew He wanted me blessed
He was so happy to hear from me
And before i hung up the phone
He removed the curse from me

Do you want to call Him too?
Dial Alpha911God.

© fania simon
fania simon

Transfer the Power

Transfer the Power

Now I have the power
To make a long story short
And all that I can say today is:
Transfer that energy
Let Him deal with your enemies
Let Him deal with your problems
Or your problems will deal with you
© fania simon

Leap & Be Loose

Leap & Be Loose

If you are bound by depression
If you are bound by man-made religion
If you are bound by modern tribalism
If you are bound by domestic violence
If you are bound by drugs and alcohol
If you are bound by violence and self hatred
If you are bound by generational curse
If you are bound by poverty
If you are bound by low self-esteem and envy
If you are bound by sexual abuse
If you are bound by neglect and gossips
All you need, is to muster up
A little bit of faith
And leap to the unknown

Do not worry about what people say
Worry about what God say

Even if you are bound by no faith in God
Just try this and I guarantee it will work
Pray & invite Him into your affairs
And He will appear from the unknown (beyond human logic).

Just leap in faith
Hand Him your loads
And shake loose
He will give you peace

© fania simon

A New Discovery of Love

A New Discovery of Love
(Dedicated to Castina Charles-author of "In My Naked Flesh")

Every moment and everyday
You are blessed.
Simply because you get
More time in this earthly life
To make a new discovery of love

You came into my life
In a time when everyone
Seemed against me
You stepped out in faith
And offered me Godly alliance

Sister, on this day,
Let us renew our team spirit
For today is a great day,
The day God created
The solidarity seed

Sister, your father planted it
Your mother was the ground
Who received it
God sealed it and protected it
He led it into the universal
Seasons of growth

And here you are today living it
Celebrating yet another year of growth
That is the reason why
I arrive here on this celestial horse
I am here to say to you my sister...
"It is not over yet.
It has just begun."

Sister, you are so, so blessed.
God has so much in store for you
It is all here waiting for you
Just receive it in your spirit.
O' your spirit is so gorgeous
I am not “too self-righteous”
For with real spiritual eye
I am looking at you

Verily, I say unto you
You've shown me
The Almighty God in you
Thank you for being you
You've answered the call
For, you are not a negative follower,
But you are a positive leader
You placed away all worldly judgments of me
And you allowed God to be
Because of your Godly actions
My spirit was renewed

Thank you for your Christ like ways
Now I know more than ever
That there is no mountain high enough
And there is no ocean deep enough
To take this new discovery of love
Away from me
Sister, today is your Saintly day
Let's center, and give God His praise

With all the love,
A tiny heart can hold,
I thank Him
For allowing me to see
God in you.

I love you and Happy rebirth day sister.

©fania simon

"God is BIG...Hence, think BIG" ~yesayah!

Shut the Door and Listen

Shut the Door and Listen

There is a sweet voice
Talking all inside of you
Be quiet, are you listening?
I hear the sound of His voice
Whispering love to you
Hush! Are you listening?

Hey, forget the sound
Of the exterior world
Just stay inside
And shut the door…

Listen, He is saying that He loves you
Listen, He is saying, "don't let them define you."
Listen, He is saying, He is the one who created you.
Hey, just be quiet...
Why won't you listen?

Listen,
He is saying that He is the only Creator
Listen,
He is saying "padlock the entrance door."
Well listen,
What are you waiting for?
Just do it now!

In that secret place upstairs,
He wants you free inside His love
You'll be as free as a flying dove
He knows you more than the world
He knows why He wants to lead you there
Listen, He is smiling
Because He sees himself inside of you

Now, shut the door!
He is saying, He hears your cries
Shut the door,
He is saying, He wants you blessed
Shut the door and listen
Let Him increase your smile

Just shut the door
On evil’s face
If not,
Do not say
He did not
Do His part

© fania simon

Renewal of the Mind

Renewal of the Mind

You do not have to be afraid
Just set yourself apart
And take a major break
From the world's confusion

It is quite all right
To be different
Hold on to your vision
And don't let their illusion
Guide your eyes

Rise and say no
To that kind of "love"
For now is the time
For you to stand for something
Or fall for anything

Who is powerful enough to decapitate your dream?
Know that the power in you is between you and Him
Say no to that shady kind of "harmony"
If evil gang up against you,
Do not panic...
No one can give birth
To your destiny

Please open your spiritual eye
And renew your mind
If you don’t know how,
Ask, He'll teach you
From a secret place inside of you
He sees the end from the beginning
...Patiently, He will

Verily,you do not
Have to think
Like everyone else
To be blessed
You are not living under their laws
You are free to journey far
But under His gracious wings

Worship Him the way you want to
Let Him be the mirror
In which you see your beautiful self
Renew your mind.
And let God be God

© fania simon

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God's Letter to His Daughter

God’s Letter to His Daughter

Dear Daughter,

I got the goods on you. Everyday, you are a step closer to the golden gate. Some think you changed overnight but that is not exact. You have been staying up for long hours in the night, kissing and making love to my word in the center of your heart. You deprived your worldly wants just to glorify me. You have blessed my word and I shall continue to bless your inner world.

I remember. I remember when you did not even have food to eat and pretenders came by with a huge smile, claiming that they stopped by to feed you. They came in the name of friendship. Yes, I know all about it. I was the shadow looking from inside of you. I knew they were going to deceive you.

Know that I am the true witness watching the real reason for their season. They came to devour you alive. They came to debase you sexually, physically, emotionally and spiritually. Socially, they came to buffet on your spirit and to leave you dry like a bone to the spirit inside their own deep darkness. HOWEVER, you know I am God, the Helper, The Problem Solver. You know that I have an already designed purpose for your life and regardless of your mistakes; I know you have always stayed devoted to my will. For that, I will always save you from those dark shadows that are following you. Daughter, continue to dance inside the seven notes of my will. Turn on the volume and make evil real mad, for I shall continue to pour my blessings on you.

See, I am my own Master. I do whatever I want to do. Nothing is impossible for me to do. I am the Author and the Finisher of the world. I will never go back on my own word. Stay focus, I will always save you from madness that is far and near. Yes, I already got the goods on you. It is written all over your heart.

Spiritually and traditionally, you are traveling. Your love with the word never stopped. I see how hard you work trying to connect the broken pieces of the ground of humanity. Some think that your status changed too fast. Some even call you a fraud. However, they called my son Jesus a fraud too….Stay focus. I got the goods on you. No one can fool me for I am God. I am the highest Spirit whom created everything written from your “professional pen”. That is why people with no eyes cannot see that you are my vessel.

Daughter, I was there and I am still here. I saw everything. It took you over thirty years wondering in the wilderness trying to find your way inside this world but I am a witness that your heart is always park on my heavenly station. You are obedient and that is why I love you so. You proved me real. You respect me. You fear only Me. You love and worship Me. Even in your tribulations, you always knew that I first love you.

Daughter, I am proud of you. You were raped. You were molested. You were abandoned. You were shot and left at the mercy of death. You were deceived repeatedly. You were bound by gossipers. You are always misunderstood. Like a generational curse, you were consumed by poverty but you stayed strong inside my will. You never smoked their drugs. You never drank their alcohol. You just stayed drunk on Me. Yes, I know you love to dance and I know you have tasted wine but you have always been the moderator of those things. Now, do you see why I love you? Like a warrior, you took in the blows of life organically. Just like I told you to. Yes, I will continue to shower my grace on you because you are obedient to my word. Daughter, if your earthly father is that much happy of your grades, do you know how much more your heavenly Father is happy of you?

See, last night I was standing by my Heaven door and I saw you pressing through sadness. I saw your tears running down your face because you thought I had forgotten you. Daughter, here I am. I am the light at the end of the jungle, softly; I am pulling you as if I was a magnet and you were the iron. My eyes saw you stumble many times and I wept. I saw strange creatures laughing, dancing and having a feast with their ritual gods because they thought they succeeded at destroying you. Daughter, look at me. I am here.

I am on the right side of the street watching. They are writing, talking, preaching, and spreading “the goods” on you as if they are selling “good seeds” for a spring garden. And people are buying it and planting it in their hearts as if seeds of lies are made for the last supper. But watch me turn it all to dead weeds. Daughter, I am God. I know it all. I know you would never sell your flourishing soul for no amount of money in the world. Give me your hand and watch me bring you through the wickedness of humanity. I know you believe in me. Now watch me work!

I will save you from the merchants and the bloodsuckers. Daughter, you are the apple of my eyes. I need you so I can work through you. Why would I send you among evil and not give you protection? I would never. Daughter, know that those who hate you do not really hate you. They hate Me. For their goal is to stop my work through you. This fight is not about you my daughter. This fight is not against flesh and blood but against spiritual principalities.

I got the goods on you my dear. That is why I assigned you this task. I know they will stone you but I sent you anyway. It hurts me to see you cry. It hurts me to see you in pain but the work must be done. I am the true witness and I am watching it all. Hence, I am waiting patiently for judgment day.

Daughter, keep on keeping on.. Do not ever fear the rainstorm. Focus and just do my will.

Your Creator, God.

© God’s Letter to His Daughter by fania simon
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How do you plan to make it through the storms of life?

How do you plan to make it through the storms of life?

Will you stand still under the shadow of God for protection? Or, will you try to save your own life?

O' I feel a testimony trying to escape my lips...

I remember once I tried to solve my own problems until one day the storms of life entered my soul and stayed there. Evil tried so hard to make a fool out of me. The goal was to turn everyone against me. But that voice on the inside of me told me to stay still and observe God at work...I was obedient. Hence, today I am alive.

God restored everything I lost in the storm and now I am happy. That is the reason why a testimony is always escaping my lips....

Today, I claim my title. I am more than a conqueror and I know I am fit to tell you this...when the storm of life is facing you, center yourself in the spirit. When the storms of life multiply its power, all around your mind, body and soul- just call on God... Stand still in your faith and let the problem solver solve the problem.

Don’t ever forget it.
Stand still and be bold in the presence of evil.
Gather your faith seeds and give thanks.
Show your trust in God not in your friends
Leave the storms to the almighty Jah.

© fania simon

The Driver On The Metaphorical Highway

The Driver On The Metaphorical Highway

One morning, I left home. Home was my mother’s womb; from there, my destination was unknown. My mother pressed on and pushed me through the pressure of birth. The peasant Midwife named Yaya stood by at the arriving port to welcome me into the metaphorical highway. When she saw my face, she glowed inside her aged flesh because in her spirit, she knew she was starring at an irregular star.

Look at me, as soon as I slid out from my memorable, natural place, or as soon as I was pushed out from the safety of my mother’s womb, I humanly dismissed the midwife’s presence and I began to cry out like madness. Perhaps, that was my unrehearsed reaction to the weird energy, which was circulating around me. I found myself dwelling in that unfamiliar place. It felt waterless and I could not believe that the ultimate force that created me would leave me here alone to fight for my life.

Just like that, I found myself in a weird place. Hence, expressing grief was my only way to send a message back to the universe. I cried to confirm my new existence to the world beyond myself. I cried to convey the message that I arrived undamaged and I am alive.


to be continued....
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The Prison Of Your Mind

The Prison Of Your Mind

Please allow me to encourage you to break through the gate of the prison of your mind. I know you can do it because you hold the key to your mental and spiritual freedom. The key is called faith. Not faith in yourself, but faith in the Creator who created you. However, if you don't have it, let me ask you this question... do you want it? Well, if you do, just ask God for it. It's that simple. He loves you enough to create you. Hence, He loves you enough to want you completely free.

On this earth, we have many names for this faithful Creator. I call Him Jah, I call Him Yaweh, I call Him Redeemer, I call Him El-Shadaii, I call Him Jehovah. Some call Him Allah, some call him Dieux or Dios...O' Lord! There are so many other [New & ancient] names for Him. However, no matter what you call Him, He is still a Spirit. We [powerless human beings]cannot cage this Almighty FORCE by names, or gender or nationality or race. Always remember, God is a spirit.

Anyway, the Spirit of my Jah is so cool. No matter what you have done, He will always be there for you. However, you must first invite Him to your heart. He is a gentle spirit, He will only come into your life if you invite Him. Go on make time for a personal relationship with Him and see His transformation in your life. You don't even have to be religious [made by men]. Just center yourself and connect with the Holy spirit through FAITH. That is the way to dwell in His sweet secret place. This is the first step into freeing the mind and soul.

O' also remember, you don't have to be spotly clean [a saint]to call on Him. Don't worry about the wrong things you have done because no one here on earth is innocent. We all have done wrong things. Your past doesn't matter to Him. He wants you where you are now. He cares about your present and your future. If you are sincere in your heart and you are looking for a change, tell Him. He will help you. He will forgive you and take your burden away.

Keep in mind, you must make the first move. When you move, He will move. (Just like Chest game)It is up to you to invite Him in. That is the only way He will step in and help you break through the prison of your mind. Now tell me this, are you willing to move out of your present position and press through the pressure in order to reach your victory?

Are you willing to follow His instructions? O' believe me, you too have a part to play. Deliverance will not fall off the sky into your heart. You have to claim it in by FAITH. Ex: You must plant corn seeds in order to harvest corn. Corn meal or corn on the cob will not drop off the sky into your plate. You must sow the proper seed in order to reap properly.

Do you want to free your spirit from pain and sorrow? Do you want to feel free in your mind again? If you do, go beyond yourself and make a faithful move into the spirit. Don't be afraid to stand alone and ask Him to guide you to freedom. I promise you He will.

It is simple.
Just ask and it shall be given unto you.
Just repeat these words:

"Holy Spirit,
See? I mentioned no gender, no race, no class--none of that ism)
Come into my life and show me your will
I am sorry for every wrong that I have done
Please clean me up
And make me whole again."

Yes, that's all. It's that simple. If you say these words to Him and you are sincere in your heart and spirit, He shall answer you and begin to do mighty things in your life.

Just remember, you are worthy. Don't listen to anyone telling you that you are not worthy. When and if someone tells you that you are not worthy, just look at him or her straight in his or her eyes and ask this question:

"If I am not worthy, why did the Creator of this universe take His precious time to create 'unworthy' me?" I bet you that evil spirit in that person will stay mute before your mighty presence. Always remember, God knows everything. He wants you to reach the TRUE destiny that He designed for you--WAYYYYY before your birth. Don't allow evil to alter your destiny! Don't listen to evil who is trying to redesign your destiny. Just laugh at him and his stale game. All you have to do is STAY PUT in the spirit of Jah and press through the pressure.

I leave you with this promise:

"If you fall, yet have faith, YOU shall rise again." ~fania simon

"I learn to teach and I teach to learn" ~Yesayah.

© fania simon 2007


P.S, The name "Jah" is not Jamaican or just for Rastafarian people.
It is a Biblical name for all who wish to call upon the name of Jah
[Reference of name JAH Psalm 68]
Sing unto God,
Sing praises to His name
Extol Him that rideth
Upon the heavens by His name
JAH, and rejoice before HIM.

Thank you for reading.

The Yoke Is Easy

The Yoke Is Easy

Why must I fear?
Holdfast
Everything will be all right
No one can take what is already mine
I know my burden seems heavy
But to God the yoke is easy

There is more available to me
Because He knows, I am willing
Because He knows, I believe Him
Because He knows, I trust Him
He will teach me to grow
Then I will receive
Whatever I am here to receive
That is It

So now listen to me scream
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh!
See,
We all scream
We all dream
We all laugh
We all bleed
We all love
It is not just me
That is part of life's beauty.

However,
With my now faith
I find something greater
Yet simple
There is no game inside His Holy temple
There is nothing new
There is nothing old
Down here, there is just life
Going and going
Around and around
Until I stumble
But with faith,
I walk again…

Hey, right now,
There is an instant "praise
Waiting to escape my lips"
It is flowing inside
Like a river in the storm...

Externally,
There is nothing more
And there is nothing less
Therefore, why must I fear the unnatural?
I am just screaming praises
Escaping my lips to the supernatural!
Please leave me in the storm
I want to bleed inside my dream

I am the woman in the Bible
With the issue of blood
Because through this bloody burden
I will reach the gate of glory.

Just like Christ,
bleeding on their cross
He knew the burden was heavy
But my God said,
"The yoke is easy."

© fania simon 2007

Fasting: Make Yourself Feel Light

Fasting: Make Yourself Feel Light

This is the time of the year again
A time to fast
To purify the thoughts
Flowing like the ocean waves
…Through the body

This is the time of the year again
A time to deprive the flesh from its “wants”
And to activate its “needs”
And during this fasting time
One is in touch with the spiritual self
A practice with a foundation
Beyond men made religion
It is extremely spiritual

Just contemplate on the inner life
Connect the dots of your very existence
But most of all,
Open your inner ear to the sound
Of the morning dove
Listen as the Holy one speaks through you.

It is that time of the year again
A time to make yourself feel light
A time to be free again!

©2007 fania simon

My Gentleman Friend

My Gentleman Friend

I heard a woman say this to her man,
"I'm going down, 'cause you aint around."
And I said to my gentleman friend,
"Lord, you are my man, I will drown,
If you stop being around.
You are the reason I stand
Only you hold the key
To my life and to my death
In all lands

O' you are truly awesome!
You sit elevated in your Kingdom
Yet you dwell low,
Inside those who welcome
You in their hearts
To those who are able to see,
Your presence is everywhere

What a gentleman you are!
You never invade and go to war
You stand by and wait
For your children to invite you in
Where would I be if I did not know you?
I know I would be wandering
In the wilderness of humanity

And they think loving you is religious?
Oh well, then I guess I’m religious
All I know is:
Because you favor me
I worship you

You sent spiritual angels to lead me
And as I walked out of the valley
Malice stood firm on the road to distract me
But thank God for your love
You understood me
You stepped in,
You made the final call
You stretched your hand and saved me

Hey, I am so excited!
No matter what they do
No matter what they say
I am no body’s shadow
No one can erase your architectural plans for me
I KNOW YOU ARE NOT THROUGH WITH ME YET

© fania simon 2007-06-08
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This Is Something That Is So True

This Is Something That Is So True

When and if you get confused
About the ways of your life
Sit back and reflect on Jah’s word.
Remember He did not come to the world
For the worldly rich,
Or, for the "free from dirt" people
He did not come to the world
For the so-called innocents
He came for the sinners
And for the poor in the flesh
Yet, rich in spirit like me.

Hence, no matter what they say about you,
You are special in His eyes
Simply because it is already written
That He came for you and me.
So, let Him use you for a greater service.

Some will not get to know you personally,
They will stay way in the background
And judge you harshly
Based on other people's perspective...
They will join forces against you
And you will not suspect a thing
Still, there is one thing that is so true and so cute
NO one can change God's plan for you

It is a fact, the Most High
Will continue to use you
For as long as you are willing
To do His will.

The work is not easy
Because so many will never believe
But if you are willing,
Just say, "Use me God.

I Am Available."

© 2007 fania simon (Yesayah)

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I Woke Up

I woke up by Grace

She is a slave
She is beautiful
Grace is her name
And her owner is God
I turned over on my bed
And Grace was laying there

She said,
Daughter, sleep for as long as you want to
She said,
Son, eat for as long as you want to
She said, Daughter, write the word
For as long as I tell you to
Don't ever be afraid

She said,
You should have been dead
‘Cause the enemy planned your death
But here I am GRACE.
I love you.

I know you feel alone,
But I am here with you
I am more than your enemies could ever be
I am more than this whole world could ever be
They could never clone me
FOR I AM GRACE

So sleep for as long as you want to
I will watch over you
Write the word for as long as I tell you to
I will cover you
For I am Grace
Your beautiful Grace
I am forever watching over you

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Someone Will Gain Something From This

If you wake up one morning and find problems raining on your head, just relax, sit down and confront that negative energy. Talk to it like this...

"Lucifer, you know I am not the Creator of myself
Therefore, the Creator of me must have created me for a greater purpose. And if you don't like my purpose for being here, why don't you take the issue up with Jah. Are you afraid to deal with HIM?

Oh so you are a coward? You want to persecute me because you know in the flesh I am weak? Oh, so you are a bully? You want to fight me?
Why can't you fight my God (the powerful Source of my life)?

Why should I follow you if you are unable to fight for your own soul?
In the name of Jah, I rebuke you. Go back to where you came from.
I am well planted in Jah—FOREVER!"

See, confront the negative force. Don't be afraid. Stand inside your faith in God and the negative will flee from you (One way or another.)

“I’m addicted to the God in me.” Yes ayah fania

You Cannot Win The Storm Alone

"Imagine being around a world full of people
And no body knows what you have to offer
And you wonder,
“Should I quit or should I continue to stand tall?”
Well, I say don't worry.
Just believe.
Shut the door
And stand tall in the Spirit
'Cause soon or later,
The seeds will grow
And they shall know.
Just stand tall
And let the storm pass.

"However,
You cannot win the storm if you have NO FAITH." ~(c)fania simon2007
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Between The Cornfield and Me

Between the cornfield and me

Do you remember the cornfield?
Do you remember the night Boukman
Passed the wine around the circle?
Do you remember? Were you there?
Was it blue? Was it white?
Was it red? Was it black?
Was it actually a circle?
Oh, I know Boukman was there!
Tall, as ever
Like a true conqueror
Bare feet White teeth
Fast as a drum beat
I was there...I was there!
But when I came back to earth, they called me unwise
They called me Defile


CHAPTER ONE


I REMEMBER STEPPING ONTO a balcony, and seeing Manze Dayilla standing on the other side of the house. She was dressed in white and her head cover was tied in the back, similar to the way traditional women from the province tie their heads. Manze looked so young. She had big brown eyes, a dark caramel complexion, and perfectly shaped white teeth. She boldly looked up at me and ordered me to follow her, and so I went down the stairs, yelling, “Where are we going?” She never replied.
We walked for a while, perhaps fifteen minutes, but it seemed longer. The sun was glowing, but nevertheless we marched on down Delmas Avenue, penetrating the crowd, until we reached La Ville, downtown in Port-au-Prince. Before I knew it, we were standing in a huge plantation full of corn. It was beautiful. There were tiny hills, covered with green grass, and the wind was blowing peacefully into my face. I felt like I had been there before. The field looked familiar, exactly like the cornfield that I had seen next to the house of my friend Mohammed in Benin, West Africa. “But how could that be?” I asked myself. I was the one who had told Manze about the cornfield and I couldn’t understand why she was the one taking me there, especially since she hadn’t been there herself? How did she know its exact location? Nothing made sense to me. I was shocked and confused. I couldn’t keep up with time. It seemed like one minute I was in Haiti, and the next I was standing in Benin. I felt like I was losing my mind. There was something or some force that was controlling me, and so, I involuntarily followed Manze.
I slowed down.
“Manze this is Benin. The place that I had talked to you about.” She did not answer. She continued to walk and all of a sudden, another presence was between us. It was Tameika Simmons, a young African American girl from Hillside, New Jersey. She had been my best friend throughout high school. I hadn’t seen her for ten years, but here she was, standing in the cornfield. Manze occupied the space in front of me, Tameika was in the middle, and I was in the back. I had no clue of how Tameika had gotten there. She just appeared out from nowhere. I was convinced that I had lost my mind.

This was her hour of visitation
She was dressed in black!
O Joy!
Draw me a VeVe mister!
Water my spirit with wine!
If they cut off my heads
I shall deal with them

Ah, what a beautiful black butterfly!
I shall lure it to my garden, and then offer her to the sea as gift
And then she shall fly and celebrate her ancestry
She shall understand this:
It’s important that she comes back to me


CHAPTER TWO


TAMEIKA WAS AS BEAUTIFUL AS A BUTTERFLY. She was tall, the color of mahogany and had long, jet-black hair. She was very quiet, like a Zombie, a spirit. She did not speak to me. She just kept following Manze, and I too followed them blindly.
While walking through the cornfield, I looked over to my right and saw about twenty or thirty women, also dressed in white. They were sitting on many tiny, grassy hills, praying and meditating. They were slim, fit and they all looked alike, with white teeth and very dark complexions. Some stood erect, waving their hands to the sky. I became aware of the sound of the drum.
The women appeared very focused; they seemed spiritually connected to some force, unaware of my presence. I was an outsider, looking inside the unknown. Manze and Tameika continued walking. They were so determined. I was confused and so curious. All I knew was that I felt an overflowing peace throughout my body. I heard a soft crying sound. It was a woman lying on her belly on the grass, in between two rows of corn. The palms of her hands covered her face. She was naked. Her skin was not visible, as her body was covered with short grayish hair. She was the scariest thing alive.

Manze Dayilla and Tameika must have heard her crying. They slowed down, but remained focused on the road. I stopped to ask the woman what was wrong but before I could ask the question, Manze yelled at me, “Let’s go!” I quickly resumed my steps and kept up with them. We walked straight through the cornfield until we reached two small huts. One was on the left and one on the right. Manze turned left and we followed. We went down a long, narrow, cemented couloir. In the hallway, Manze and Tameika opened a silver door and went in, but when I was about to go through, a dark-skinned, tall and muscular man who was seated on the porch, stopped me. He looked about thirty or thirty-five years old. He was wearing, long white paints and a traditional wayabel shirt.

“Comment nou ye la!” Manze Dayilla greeted him. Tameika looked at me for the first time since the journey began.
“She cannot enter this yard. Her head is not covered!” said the dark man.
“No one told me that I had to wrap up my locks.” I replied. His voice was so strict and powerful; I was too scared to argue with him. I immediately looked around for something to tie my head with. Right away I spotted an empty clothesline. I looked on the ground and saw a small piece of white cloth. It was hiding behind a tall silver barrel, full with rainwater. I picked it up and asked the dark man’s permission to use it. He granted. I placed the white cloth over my dreadlocks and forced its two ends to reach the back of my head. I fought with it and finally tied it in a knot. It was then that I was allowed to enter the yard.


O. Where is Ogou?
So Erzili can paint me blacker than black
Ah! Die bon die-wo...Elegba se Lwa

Now the gate is open wide
I rest here without fear
O, Children! Children!
O, Legba-Legba!
Kiyes kap kwe sa?
Ah die bon die-o
Elegba se Lwa


CHAPTER THREE


EVERYTHING SEEMED foreign; but then again, everything seemed familiar. Once inside the silver gate, the dark man kept smiling at me. He welcomed me into the yard.

The dark man pointed to three empty chairs: one for me, one for Tameika and one for Manze Dayilla. I tried to understand why I had been brought to that yard. I had so many questions, but was somewhat afraid to ask them. I felt like I was amongst spirits and that I was the only one aware of what was going on.
And while I continued to study my surroundings, I felt another presence standing in back of me. I tried to turn back to see who it was, but before I could, I saw two wrinkled hands― one on each side of my face― closing inwards toward my face. The hands were that of an old man, but the face I had not seen. He covered my eyes with his fingers. He moved them up and down, massaging them with warm oil and crushed herbs. My body had started to shake. I tried to control it, but I couldn’t. Then it entered my virgin body. I fought, but it was strong; stronger and sweeter than anything I’d ever known. Slowly, I let go. I gave in. I turned to my right for Tameika and Manze Dayilla’s help, but no one helped. Perhaps Tameika was there but Manze was gone. I started to cry.
“She wasn’t supposed to leave me. She was the one guiding me.” I thought.
The faceless old man kept rubbing my eyes and the dark man, who was sitting in front of me, was smiling. It was then I heard a voice, loud and reassuring, singing from afar. It was Manze Dayilla’s sparkling voice. She was singing my favorite voodoo song, “Sole,” in powerful and crystal-clear tones. I felt instantly reborn, good to be awakened into consciousness. There was a sweet melody in my heart and my head felt really light. All hurts left my body. Manze Dayilla’s voice made me feel safe. I realized I had taken my final steps and was chosen by the unknown. Oh, I felt something sweet peacefully enter my body, and that was when the presence behind me appeared. It was the faceless man. He handed me a small brown leather sac and said to me,
“The sac must stay on your left arm.”
“I accept,” I said softly, and he disappeared.
Still I felt strange, in and out of consciousness. Manze and Tameika were now standing next to me. Tameika remained silent and Maze looked relieved and happy to see the new me. Even the dark man sitting in front of me was happy. His name was Zaka. He got up, moved his Djembe drum from the corner and placed it on the floor, next to his chair.
“You must like her, don’t you?” Manze Dayilla asked him, while staring at me. Zaka’s smile got wider and before he could answer, a group of people entered the yard. They were not dressed in white. They were dressed in bright colorful clothes. They all invaded my peaceful world.
Our time must be up. I thought. Manze and Tameika got up from their seats at the same time. Manze pleasantly excused herself and Tameika and I followed her, right back into the cornfield. We walked down, on the opposite side of where we had begun. We continued as if we’d never stopped, as if nothing had happened. We were once again walking, in the same positions as before, as if nothing changed. But everything changed― except for the rising sun.

And where I stood, the sun was present. Every soul was out that morning, praying and meditating. There were no hills. No green lawn. And no crying sound. O, Not even a distinct soul. Not even a drumming echo. Not even a tiny blossoming rose, accompanied by one puff of the blowing wind. But where I stood: The green cornfield was near me. Present, in the presence of the yellow sun. And the spirits were in perfect attendance with my leaders and me. We were one


As the night wore off
I realized I had been walking
Like a ghost traveling a rough road
Made for three unnatural women

Thus, I am a roaming spirit
My sac is on my back
My herbs are my eyes
And in the shadow of darkness,
I walked with daylight
I shall never wanted more than the third eye



CHAPTER FOUR


WE HAD NOT BEEN walking long when Manze Dayilla, Tameika and I, suddenly reached the other world. I called it “the other world” because I didn’t know what else to call it. There was a white car parked in a huge, clean, empty street. I looked up. I thought I saw two black women seating in the front. Manze Dayilla crossed the street and headed towards the car. Tameika followed quietly and closely. As I was about to cross the street, a beautiful young woman was passing by. She was perfect, but... perfect for what? I thought to myself. I was confused again and left consciousness. The young woman looked straight into my face and said,
“Don’t you remember me?”
“No” I said briskly.
“I’ve known you for quite some time.” she said.
“You must have lost my number. Come with me. Come with me to my car and I’ll give it to you again,” she said, while pointing to an isolated red car, parked further down the street.
I turned around to follow her. I heard Tameika yelling, “Sofi, where are you going?” Her voice was clear; loud, like thunder. I trembled with fear. I turned around again, refocused on my steps and crossed the street. I joined them in the parked car. It was then that I heard the ringing sound. It was my alarm clock, coaxing me into consciousness. I felt lightheaded and happy. I returned safely from my astrophysical journey, from the far away but near spaces, from the green cornfield, from Haiti, from Benin, or from wherever it was.
It felt good. And, so I kneeled down and prayed:

WELCOME SAINTLY SPIRITS
Oh, welcome flawless spirits
Young, old
Rich, Poor
I am a sinner
I come here before you
I come humbly!

Oh! My sorrows are too great for me to hold
For I look old
My face is wrinkled with life’s madness
Lord, have mercy on me!
And while I am here in this institution
Let the moon give me light
Let the clouds announce your private arrival
So I can search for you until first light

And while I am in this institution
I shall continue to call you majesty
I shall continue to call you majesty
And you shall manifest all over again

Right here in this auditorium
I shall carve a drum in your name
Praises shall pour out of my fingertips
They shall flow like poetry
Or like ancient songs being reborn
And I shall cry...
Oh God, I accept all that you give.
I shall carry it
Regardless of what others may say.
I shall carry it; I will carry the sac and the loads.

Thank you for choosing me!

©fania simon 2003
Poetry in Haiti
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In My Dreams I Flew To Reality: An Outer Body Experience by Fania Simon

Here's My Thought for today


Just imagine living your dream... Imagine waking up everyday and doing exactly what you love to do... Imagine sharing your soul with the world and making a living on earth off your expressive creativity...And so what, if you are not a “millionaire??”
THE POINT TO LIVING YOUR DREAM IS: If you are happy and if you are free to create and multiply your creativity back into the universe, then my friend, you are more than a millionaire.

You are extremely blessed. Your vision is PRICELESS. So go on and create. You are the image of our Creator. You have the seeds inside of you. Plant them. Forget about haters. Forget about their lies and game. You can do it. NO ONE CAN "steal your passion" JUST CREATE---Make the devil REAL MADDDDD.

~Brought to you by fania simon (Yes ayah)
I'm a spirit...passing. I am not here to stay.

Trading in Your Western Citizenship: Will You Say “I Do?”

Trading in Your Western Citizenship: Will You Say “I Do?”

Many children of the Diaspora talk about trading in their Western
citizenship and return home to Africa. They have a romance increasing
in their mind about Africa. However, many are so far from loving the
reality of Africa. I know Diaspora children who are living in Africa
and they are struggling with their new life. They impulsively gave up
their own nationality and move to Africa-yet; they were not prepared
for the challenges they were going to face in Africa.

Yes, the dream of going back home is beautiful but it must be more
than a dream. If one is not ready- yet embark in such experience, it
can be a disaster. For example, do you know the law of that land you
are planning to move to? Do you think you can go there and impose
your western views on the people? What about money? When your savings
run dry and you can't run back to your western nation, what will you
do? Do you have some entrepreneurial skills to offer Africa? Will you
contribute positively to the heritage or will you add to the problem?

I’ve traveled to West Africa for years and stayed in West Africa for
few months. I heard a lot. I saw a lot and I experienced a lot. My
questions are: If you are not productive here in the West and you
do not have a loooooong term realistic goal for your move to Africa,
I would advise you not to do it...Not until you acquire a trade and
get more knowledge about the country you will reside in...Not until you
know how to grow your own seeds for the profit of the land. I say
this because after the romance with Africa is done with, then, your
true love for Africa will be put to a test. And what will you do
next? Will you pass the test and live out your beautiful testimony? Will you accept the bad and the good and live in Africa like common citizens? Will you love it in good times and in bad times? Will you obey to the laws and respect the land and your brothers and sisters there? Will you stay until death?

Diaspora, will you say I do?

©fania simon 2007

Stone Me You Saints

Stone Me You "Saints"

...And rejoice in my pain
I tell you truth
But you believe lies

Stone me you "saints"
When heaven calls
I'll be free from you

Aren't you glad
You are a "saint?"
But before you throw your stone,
Open you eyes
Or stay a fool

Cast your stones
And click "private!"
You already
Claim me "guilty"

So stone me
YOU SAINTS!
& I'll pray for you
...& For your child

Inspired by this video~
written (c)by Fania Simon 2007
NO MEANS NO.

Metaphorical Highway

Metaphorically Speaking
Can we stay on this highway forever?
Friends, this is my exit
Exit 7
Like the wind
I am just passing
I was never here to stay

One love!

(c)2007 fania simon

STOP CRYING YOUR COLOR OFF!

STOP CRYING YOUR COLOR OFF!

There is one thing I just can't understand. Why are you crying your color off your face? Yes Oprah Winfrey spent her HARD earned money to help some African girls in South Africa, but what is the problem with that? Why are you complaining and making suggestions on what she should have done with HER HARD EARNED MONEY?

You claim you are "proud African people in the Diaspora" well, if you are "proud African people," why are you so upset about Oprah (another African child in the Diaspora) helping OUR motherland?! Why do you wish to deny Africa the bread of knowledge if you really love your African roots? Why do you complain when you too can always join the cause and contribute to our heritage? Do you know there are over 200.000 children soldiers just in one tiny part of Africa? Don’t you think it would have been a greater accomplishment for us to help educate these children and help them pick up a book instead of guns? Please don’t be bitter. The whole world would benefit from our progress. Just stop raining envy on this joyful parade? The girls are very happy for the school. Just remember, Oprah is spending HER HARD earned money-not your hard earned money!

See, this is what I call FALSE AFRICAN PRIDE. Some black people claim they love Africa but when someone black (born outside of Africa) gives a piece of bread to Africa, then, these people with False African Pride get upset and cry their color off their faces. They unveil themselves and show their true color. Yes, it's jealousy and self-hatred. They want to be the only child eating the bread of life. This is preposterous. We really need to change our mentality. I wonder, did we get such behavior from the plantation? or are we just lost as a people?

Some asked: Why did she build the school for just girls and I asked: WHY NOT?

Oprah has helped many throughout the years. However, in this particular project, she has decided to help South African girls and that is perfect with me. I don't see why we are ready to lynch her for this decision. Keep in mind, she is a woman and a woman is equipped to raise girls… If we give these girls the proper tools, they will have the chance to study hard and become strong and prosperous black women (like Oprah…). And if a brother or a sister has a problem with Oprah’s contribution to the South African girls, then, he or she should insert his or her love, talent, time, commitment and money and contribute to the helpless black boys in South Africa. It's that simple. We all can hop on the bus and contribute something instead of complaining of what others are not doing.

It is logical to say that one person cannot help everyone in life and even if one could help everyone, not everyone would be satisfied. Some say Oprah should have helped more than 150 girls but we all know she has helped many boys, girls, women, men and animals. Look how easily we forget! In this project, Oprah gave many girls the chance to apply for the opportunity to study. She sent out the applications and picked the girls who showed true commitment. She picked the girls who displayed strong leadership. Yes! That's what I call "getting in based on merit"

In places like Africa, Haiti and other "poor" countries women and children suffer so much. Look at the rape crises in South Africa? The girl child is decapitated at such a young age-sexually and spiritually and physically. Who will help these girls? As a matter of fact, during slavery, slave masters used to promote the brainwashing of the women slaves because they knew the fact that by nature, women are the natural teachers in humanity. Thus, today we need to encourage the education of girls EVERYWHERE. Our girls will grow up to educate their children, home, country and humanity.

In the William Lynch letter, he said, in order to control a race of a people, it is extremely important to brainwash the women because they will teach their children and men how to be passive and obedient. Hence, there would be less slave revolts and make more money from the slave trade. He declared, brainwashing the women and inserting fear in the heart are ways to maintain power over the race. See? Even then, the oppressors knew the importance of black women's role in teaching and molding the family. Today my question to you is: Do you know the TRUE power of the black woman?

Please let's rewrite history through proper education. Let's stop that separatism/tribalism attitude and let us come together to provide for our people EVERYWHERE. Kill the envious attitude and let's look toward the future as a people! Let’s contribute something. Stop the jealousy. For, with our people, it seems as if a person's best is never enough. Many spend their entire life on earth looking for the next brother or sister to bash.

But thank God for conscious black people who are on the move everyday towards a positive change. I say, while Oprah is doing her best for the girls right now, more of our brothers, sisters, businessmen, rappers and athletes ect…can also open up schools for black boys and girls...Not just in Africa but in the U.S, and in the Caribbean, to teach them how to be real men and real women leaders. They need to know how to acquire real pride because if we are proud of our heritage and STOP destroying each other with wars and thirst for power, we would be able to revolutionize our thinking. We would rise when outsiders finance wars in our land and we would no longer be "the black brothers and sisters behind the trigger." If we have real education about embracing the shadow of SELF, we would stand up and say NO to senseless wars and protect our land.

One black person can't save a race. Stop your Oprah bashing and give thanks for the blessings. Even Jesus Christ had disciples to help him spread the gospel; therefore, we all need to take part in rebuilding our heritage and spread goodness. God bless Oprah! There are so many other things she could have done with that money but she decided to educate humanity. I know Mother Nature is pleased but most of all, God is pleased.

And even if you won't stop crying your color off your face, life goes on!


©fania simon 2007

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