The Walking Dead

The Walking Dead is an American post-apocalyptic horror television series that is based on the comic book series of the same name by Robert Kirkman, Tony Moore, and Charlie Adlard. The show’s lead character, sheriff’s deputy Rick Grimes, who awakens from a coma discovering a world overrun by zombies, commonly referred to as “walkers”.Grimes reunites with his family and becomes the leader of a group he forms with other survivors. Together they struggle to survive and adapt in a post-apocalyptic world filled with walkers and opposing groups of survivors, who are often more dangerous than the walkers themselves. Much of the series takes place in and around Atlanta, Georgia, and later Alexandria, Virginia.

We have all been to funerals and seen people crying, sobbing and begging to bring back their loved one. But what if the “I“ told you that the person in the casket wasn’t the only dead one at the funeral?

The person that’s in the box being wept for is in another dimension….probably still dead but attempting to live a new life the best way they know how. Meanwhile, the pastor preaching, the mother crying, the friends wearing the RIP T-shirt’s are all dead. The “I” knows you are wondering how it say that especially about the pastor but if the pastor had a true relationship with The Most High, funerals wouldn’t be funerals. They would be something else entirely.

When the “I” said “let the dead bury the dead” the “I” was speaking in regards to spiritually dead parts of the “Self” that were ignorant about the concept of life and death. Before the “I” resurrected, the “I” was among the walking dead. The “I” walked around oblivious to truth and lived in a matrix that was designed to keep me dead.

The “I“ worked so many meaningless jobs just to pay bills and “look the part”. The day Source set my alarm clock to go off, the “I” was literally on it’s knees, sobbing…dealing with chaos in relationships, in my finances and within the “self” and the “I” just wanted to die. “I” even googled how to painlessly end my life. “I am” is sure the “I“ wasn’t going to do it but little did the “I” gno, that death that it was crying out for was right around the corner.

Each day that passed the “I” was slowly resurrecting and during this process the “I” didn’t even look or sound like the old me. Self was speaking so clearly and so often that the “I” thought it was going crazy. The “I” was being led to locations that it had never been to before, meeting people that were divinely sent on behalf of “Self” to help me innerstand that the “I” wasn’t going crazy, “I” was coming out of the tombs. Some people accused me of being addicted to drugs because the “I” had lost so much weight but that was the purging stage. The “I” rarely had an appetite to eat food and when it did, it had to be the freshest most organic option available. The “I” was hungry for gnoledge of “self”. “I” wanted to understand what “I” was going threw and why did Source choose me?

Music didn’t even sound the same. The “I” remembers riding with my friend Sam listening to Views from the 6 (a masterpiece hosted by Drake) and the “I” felt ”Self” in every song. Especially the song entitled Redemption….. the lyrics sounded so clear, and the emotions were beyond raw. The “I” heard it from the perspective of Self singing it…. and “I“ felt bad for not making self a priority in my own life.

The “I” felt bad for all the things that the Most High had given me that the “I“ just took for granted. The “I” was hurt that it didn’t realize my true identity. Sam saw me sobbing and asking for forgiveness all because of a Drake song… “I” told her that “I” was hearing the song differently and “I” was overwhelmed with emotion.

It’s a line where he says “I gave your nickname to someone else” My nickname is Goldie. Gold is a relatively rare element and precious metal. At that time in my life, the “I” wasn’t living like a rare precious metal. The “I” was living like everyone else. Stuck in a 9-5 routine, addicted to social media likes, weave for days and closets full of clothes and shoes that one person could not possibly wear. The “I“ was smoking weed all the time and listening to music that encouraged drug use and a lack of respect for ”Self”. The “I” allowed people to treat me however they seemed fit because of several different reasons but the most important reason was because the “I” was ignorant to who “Self” really is.

The “I” had supervisors who talked down to me and “I” took it because “I“ thought ”I” needed a job and that created a slave vs slave master mentality. “I” have had men treat me like an object and “I” allowed it because “I” didn’t innerstand how precious Gold is. “I” was dead.

The only way to kill a walker is to kill the brain, that’s a metaphor for the renewal of my mind. “I” had to leave my old way of thinking. ”I am” is not saying the “I” went to church every Sunday and was perfect. The “I” had to literally reevaluate everything that “I” knew…especially about my “Self”.

”I” was researching and reading a range of books. Everything from Gucci Mane to sacred Bahá’u’lláh writings. The more the “I” studied, the more different parts of my ”Self” were unlocking that “I” didn’t even gno existed.

In my spare time “I am” is researching the properties of different elements or trying to get to the bottom of questions like what the true purpose of hair is. “I” think the hardest or scariest thing was accepting who “I am” and just trusting.

Despite anything, “I am” is never put in a situation that isn’t some how turned into a blessing. Even if the blessing is just a lesson, “I am” is thankful to be alive enough to hear the voice of the Most High.

The “I” was scared of the walkers attacking me for talking differently but everyday ”I am” is getting stronger in faith and everyday ”I am” is around other beings that have been resurrected and it’s a beautiful thing to see life in ”I”’s, words and actions. It brings comfort to be around the living.