dear black child, why don't you believe miracles can happen for you?
ghetto cinderella.
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why don’t you believe you’re worthy of miracles? why do you think your imagination and manifestations and visions are too far fetched? i realized this about myself. it’s not that i don’t think i can attain these things, but i often feel like it’s impossible and unrealistic for them to come to me in a short span of time.
for example, me saying, “I’m going to be engaged/with child next year,” sounds very delusional to a lot of people. i remember about a year ago, a ‘friend’ of mine told me it was very delusional and unrealistic to believe that i would be living in a condo three years from that date. and while i do believe that maybe she was just moving from a practical lens, it made me kinda think about how niggas are conditioned to believe that miracles and fairytales can’t happen for us, despite us seeing it everyday with the people who make a bag off a TikTok sound, or that artist who became an overnight viral sensation.
this is a byproduct of colonization and white supremacy. they teach us to not dream too big, to move from a sense of practicality and logic, to move “realistically” based on current circumstances. but, i rebuke that. i believe in magic and fairytales and miracles and i know my life will be full of whimsy and fantasy and divine experiences. please understand, i am in no way encouraging reckless, impulsive behavior. i am simply challenging how we’ve been conditioned to move as a people when it comes to our ambitions and our dreams.
when i hear white people talking about their ‘far-fetched’ ideas and goals, i rarely hear any hesitancy from others. why? white people have this privilege in this country that allows them to dominate certain spaces and environments without required credentials or experience. they also have capital and the resources to jump ahead in life. so really, when we hear them talk about what they envision for themselves, we don’t doubt that they’ll get there.
when it comes to us a people, we are quick to shut down the dreams of that janitor who says he’s going to be the CEO of a company within the next year. fairytales and miracles don’t happen for us— that’s what culture teaches us. that’s what white supremacy teaches us. but that’s wrong.
black people are inherently mystical, ethereal, and have a deep connection to Mother Earth. the grass, the trees, the oceans, the wind… our ancestors are honestly here and waiting for us to wake up, establish a connection with them, speak our dreams, and allow them to guide us throughout this life to create those miracles. black people are way too cut off from source, not only because of imperialism and colonialism, but also due to environmental degradation, fossil fuels, and climate change.
No wonder we discourage wild imaginations and tell the little black child that romanticizes the mundane and speaks to animals and bugs, that they are “crazy,” or “too far gone.” the black people who know they are getting direct signs from their ancestors are called “delusional”, yet no one sees how far spirit is leading them to their miracle. no one sees how much they’ve been co-creating their life with their ancestors. no one sees the behind the scenes workings of their team and how it leads to their blessings. if more black people awakened and paid attention to the subtle nudges they are getting from the universe and from source, perhaps we wouldn’t be so quick to move from a “realistic” point of view.
we as a people are way too cut off from our mystical, celestial nature. all this shit belongs to us, but colonization did an amazing job at convincing us that we are not supernatural or divine beings. i have to battle this all the time on my own spiritual journey. it’s like i get so many signs and downloads and synchronicities everyday, yet i continue to ignore them which causes me to become even more dysregulated because I’m used to moving off the white man’s “logic.” I’m going against what I actually know to be true without a lick of tangible evidence and it harms me.
I was at work and was telling a co-worker about all these signs of fertility and abundance that I kept receiving. I want to be a mom so bad and I also wanna be married. When I turned 26, I randomly became very feral and started thinking about the family I want to build. She asked me, “Well, do you want kids?”.
I told her I did, but that I don’t think I would be ready for them within the next year and that realistically it didn’t make any sense because I don’t even have a man. “There’s no way that is gonna happen for me. Realistically speaking. I’m not even ready financially for kids, so I think they were just signs of financial and creative abundance,” I replied.
“Girl, you not thinking big enough. You don’t know where you’ll be six months from now. You never know. You could be a housewife a year from now and married to a rich man, working from home and stuff. You might be living in a big ass mansion a year from now, away from this desk. You never know.”
And those couple sentences really made me think. Hmm, maybe I’m not thinking big enough. And maybe I’m not because I don’t believe miracles can happen to me. But how do I know my ancestors haven’t been performing miracles for me behind the scenes without my knowing? How do I know they aren’t working something up for me?
The other day, I was crying because I really started to give up faith and believe that maybe I actually was delusional in the signs I was receiving. Maybe my life wasn’t meant for me to prosper and my blog posts were pointless because they seemingly got me nowhere. That entire week, I kept getting this urge to watch Cinderella. No clue why, but I did. I bought the movie on YouTube after not watching it for the last 21 years. There was a scene in there where Cinderella begins to cry and give up faith in her dreaming after her attempt to go to the ball was sabotaged by the stepsisters and stepmother— them destroying the gown she made for the ball. As she was crying, her fairy Godmother appeared, urging her to never stop dreaming— transforming her into a real life Princess. This girl from the trenches was going to be in a room full of established people and was going to be the only girl to catch the attention of Prince Charming, and eventually being the only woman on his mind amongst the high status girls he was coming across. Though she transformed back into ordinary Cinderella when the clock struck 12, the one thing that remained was her glass shoe that she kept. Little did she know, that was her fairy Godmother protecting her and looking out for the moment where the Prince ordered an entire search for her. When his people came to her house, her stepmother destroyed the glass slipper after she tried it on. But luckily for her, Cinderella had the other shoe. That was divine protection— that shoe. And she never knew it.
Started thinking about the ways in which my ancestors are looking out for me, yet I cannot physically see it just yet. They are divinely orchestrating my life and guiding me through decisions and opportunities and experiences. How dare I not think miracles can happen for me?
Black people don’t believe in fairytale experiences or fairytale love because a lot of our early media depicts struggle love and struggle friendships. Disney didn’t even introduce our first Black princess until 2009. There aren’t many mystical, ethereal real life experiences that too many of us are talking about. That’s why I love Tia Williams. Her romance novels always have a mystical element to them. With Seven Days In June, Eva and Shame were seemingly twin flames. Her book, A Love Song For Ricki Wilde, gives us a Neptunian feel, with Ezra being immortal and having lived through many generations/eras.
When we’re cut off from diving into these realms and exploring fantasy, I think it’s easy for us to believe miracles and divine intervention are not a thing for us and rather a thing for the privileged. I want my life to be like a Disney movie. I wanna be that Ghetto Cinderella, whose constant kindness, emotional awareness, and faith in source led me to a life that doesn’t compare to the one I have now. I want my life to be like a Tia Williams novel.
Our ancestors make miracles happen everyday, you just have to make the call to talk to them. No vision and no manifestation is too far-fetched for them. Think BIG. Talk to them about how you want that big ass loft next year. Talk to them about your desire for a divine partner within the next six months and write down the EXACT qualities that you want. Be specific with it. Talk to them about how you want to be engaged within the next year. But also, pray for discernment, spiritual protection, and a calm nervous system. Leave them offerings as well. Ask them how they’re doing.
Nothing is too far fetched. Dream big and have faith and unshakeable confidence that miracles effortlessly make their way towards you. Miracles are your birthright. Fated encounters that change your life are your birthright. Fairytales indeed exist for negros. Ain’t shit out of our reach. There’s a whole unknown realm that’s waiting for us to awaken and carry on the unlived dreams of our ancestors.
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