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 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 their 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. I know you are wondering how I can say that especially about the pastor but if the pastor had a true relationship with Amun Ra, funerals wouldn’t be funerals. They would be something else entirely.

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

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

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

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

I felt bad for all the things that Ra had given me that I just took for granted. I was hurt that I 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, I wasn’t living like a rare precious metal. 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. I was smoking weed all the time and listening to music that encouraged drug use and a lack of self respect for myself. I allowed people to treat me however they seemed fit because of several different reasons but the most important reason was because I was ignorant to who I really was.

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’m not saying I went to church every Sunday and was perfect. I had to literally reevaluate everything that I knew…especially about myself.

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

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

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

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

"some things are so subtle that there are no words for it"

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