My Return to Blogging: Rediscovering My Voice

 Rediscovering My Voice in a Different World

There’s a certain thrill in returning to an open page after such a long absence—a feeling of anticipation, and thoughts of possibilities, perhaps even a hint of nervousness fill my soul. Today, as I mark my return to blogging, I find myself reflecting on the journey that brought me here, the reasons I paused, and the inspiration that has called me back. This post is more than an announcement; it’s an exploration of rediscovery, a reflective unfolding of thoughts and experiences waiting to be told.

My last post was in 2014, and I was an expressly devout Christian at that time. As I interpreted the Word of God back then, I had a conviction of my certainty and roots. I only knew what I knew then, and I didn’t know what I didn’t know.  I only knew of my Pentecostal roots coming out of the Protestant Reformation of Martin Luther, and it’s growing into the historical development of the Black Baptist Church and my personal growth into the Church of God in Christ (COGIC), and then into non-denominationalism.  This journey did not test my faith as much as it tested the foundation of all my beliefs. I ask, “If the foundation is destroyed, what can the righteous do?”

It started happening on one predestined Sunday night, Bishop Tudor Bismark was to speak about going back past the Euphrates. I was joyfully there, in San Jose at the then Jubilee Christian Center, and the Bishop was visiting from Zimbabwe. It was a packed house. We all wanted to hear what this African preacher was going to say to us in America. For some of us, it would be the first time hearing an African preacher, and it would be life-changing for our unsuspecting souls.

Attending with me were: my now ex-wife Margaret and my now estranged cousin Carol. At the time, they were my two best church-going friends and associates; we were all strong in our faith and beliefs. But “God! … was in the building.” A new revelation was coming.

We took our seats in the packed auditorium, one close to another, rubbing elbows. It was a Holy Spirit-filled affair: The shekinah glory filled the atmosphere. After all the singing and inviting Our Savior into the temple, the Man of God took the stage to bring the message. We all had a sense of anticipation: He began by explaining how the Euphrates was crossed in ancient times and the importance of the crossing in the journey towards Zion, the promised land. The crux of the message was, not many of God’s people journeyed back past the Euphrates seeking Eden. I was amazed by this message, as was Carol.  Upon completion of the message, I went to speak to the Bishop, and he was gracious enough to give me audience. We discussed the book of Enoch and the fallen angels. Then Carol, Margaret, and I discussed the message while still in the sanctuary. Carol and I prayed that our Father would take us back past the Euphrates, even back to Eden. Little did we know what the journey that we asked for would bring.

Life, with its unpredictable tides, often sweeps us in directions we never imagined. When you ask God to take you someplace that you have never been, you had better be ready for some big surprises.

 Things Began To Happen

I have always known that somehow, I was connected to Israel, but I thought it was by adoption by Christ Jesus. I was taught that I was an African American and, therefore, considered a gentile and was saved by grace. At least that is what I was always taught to believe from scripture. Every preacher, teacher or apostle gave that same message of salvation by grace to the gentiles, and African Americans were the most cursed of the gentiles, and we should have the greatest joy of salvation because we were surely outside the covenants of God, but because of Jesus we had a chance of eternal life and forgiveness of our ancestorial sins. Can we shout: “Hallelujah for God’s grace.” This is what the black church was taught.  

The Holy Scriptures do teach us that the Gentiles are adopted into the family of faith in God by Jesus’ actions on the cross and the spilling of his blood for us, on the cross, to be forgiven; further, we are to drink his blood and eat his body to become one with him. We are taught to receive his words and His Spirit to walk like he did. So, all the believers I knew did the same as we were taught. We walked in this faith towards “Tzion”.

Before my transformation, I knew intrinsically that I was a son of Father Abraham. I can’t explain it, I just somehow knew.   

Then It Started

On one lovely and sunny spring morning, Sister Carol came to me straight-faced and asked, “Did you know that we were Israel”? I looked upon her with surprise and deep doubt. I said, “What are you talking about, Carol”? She explained to me that she had discovered the truth of our heritage and lineage. I listened with a hefty dose of skepticism as she explained the history of the Hebrews after the fall of Jerusalem by the Romans, as they scattered, some to Europe, some into Africa, and they were looking for a new place to live as their kingdom was taken away by Abba. The Hebrews did not follow the laws in the book, hence the curses came upon the entire nation. She took me down a deep walk-through history lane. With all this newly acquired knowledge, I still was not convinced that we were of the “Jewish” lineage. Everything I was taught and all I had seen up to that point showed me otherwise. And now here is sweet Sister Carol, poor child, giving me what I thought was an implausible fantasy, implausible even for a fiction story, but she kept on for months, urging me to look at the evidence. And so, I did.

One of the books I read was by D. Fortson; however, I read many more.

 

Then one faithful day, Sister Carol came to me and needed a question answered. She explained that during her devotional time, the Holy Spirit communicated to her, saying, “You’re going to be all that I spoke into you in eternity past”. She was clearly in shock! If ever there was a person on tilt, this day it was her. She was in amazement and stunned. She looked deeply into my eyes and asked, “When was eternity past”?

This was an amazing question: When was eternity past, and what occurred then? All the scripture I knew did not explain eternity past: I could go back past the present age, I could go back before the flooding of the Earth, even back to Eden to some degree. However, to go back to when eternity started, then to go past that was almost inconceivable.  When I began to think about this, I was taken to amazement and wonder; it was almost as if I were to believe that I was an Israelite. 

I had begun studying early Church history. It was an easy transition to start studying early Israelite history. The more I researched, the more I found the truth. I know that I was following the lead of the Holy Spirit of truth. What I found was amazing.

I found out who the ancient Hebrews were. I found out that the Hebrews are a melaninated and ruddy people. This has never changed. I found out they the DNA of the people can be traced. I found out about the migration of the Hebrews, some to Europe and some to Africa. I found out that most of the so-called “Africans” taken in the slave trade were in fact mostly Israelites, and mostly from the tribe of Judah, and Judah is mistranslated; I found the actual name is Yehuda (יהודה). The more I dug, the more I found that what Sister Carol got through revelation and study was true.

I found out that the Eurocentric projection of the Bible was a deliberate and misleading lie. I found the Word of God to be an even more Supernatural Word from God. I found the true name of my Father to be Yahuah  ( יהוה) or Abba Yah for short. I found his son's name is Yehoshua (YHWH: Yeshua for short), therefore, Yahushua HaMashiach (the messiah). I found out that the bible was a recorded history of my Hebrew (Melanin people) and that there are impostors in the land, and you could know them by their fruits. They say that they are Jews, but actually they are Eastern Europeans who converted to Judaism as a religion thanks to the Apostle Paul’s work: The Pharisees and Sadducees, who also claimed to be Jewish, did have control of the scriptures and did control the places of higher learning. They did highly influence the scriptures, and after the final fall of Jerusalem to the Romans in the second century,  when they had control of the higher learning facilities, they changed a lot of information in the scriptures, well before the Europeans gained control and put in their Eurocentric views. There was a lot of manipulated information after the fall of the Second Temple, and the people of the book got scattered.  

It is truly amazing what one can learn once you seek the truth and not listen to the money grabbers on Sunday mornings. The scriptures speak of dumb dogs that don’t bark.  My paradigm changed: I had renewed my mind. The more I talked about it with Carol, the more we agreed and found understanding and consensus.  It was amazing, even the DNA evidence that I underwent lined up and spoke truth to me; my blood told me that I am Israeli.

This confluence of factors—personal transitions, growth, and a new sense of identity left my creative well dry: More than just dry, I needed to reassess my faith, my life, my purpose,  and my Blogging. With this newfound information, the spark that once lit up my words had a new north star. Instead of forced contentment with an old cause, I chose silence. Looking back, I had to endure great introspection and realization of some new facts, and a necessary silence was to be endured for this new truth to emerge.

The Awakening: The Bell that Was Rung Can Not Be Unrung

Once I learned the truth of the scriptures, I was free of old religious traditions that only misled believers away from a true relationship with Yahweh: The one and only Father of His People.  It is with this newfound freedom and zeal for truth that I return to blogging. I have a new understanding and respect for the supernatural word of Yah. If you would walk this path with me, if only for a while, fore I have not yet made it back to eternity past nor am I at the end of the epoch as eternity is to evolve, and as yet the journey continues towards perfection, furthermore, there are yet wonders to behold and mysteries to uncover. Let’s do it together, I ask. Would you walk this way with me? I would be pleased to have you walk along as we follow The Messiah. Where will we go? New Jerusalem is our expected end. What path will we take? The narrow path through the eye of a needle on the holy highway: Remembering that nothing is too hard for our God. Ready? Then let’s go.