Allegory
Introduction
I’ve been through the dirt, the mud and the trash
and I’ve come out clean each time. The hardest
part about each experience was facing the reality
of who threw dirt on my name, who muddied the
waters of my life, and who trashed me.
Isn’t it always the ones you least expect?
The beauty in each experience though are the
lessons. The wisdom gained, and the power that
comes with the wisdom. These experiences age
you well beyond numbered years, all the way up
into “old soul” status.
With that said, I’ve got this gift. The kind that
brings presents and prophesies through dreams.
This gift was given to me from the Universe for
rising above life, while manifesting my dreams
into reality. Most people don’t know this about
me. In fact, I made it my business to protect this
gift, because of its power. And I use it. Every time
my spirit flinches; every time my vibe doesn’t jive
with the energy surrounding me; in the face of my
enemies blatantly - I use my power to my
protective benefit.
No matter how deceptive the word play, or ill-
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intentioned the act, I am made aware before it
happens. This story being told, didn’t develop
until exactly one year and three months prior to
the start of my new real-estate job.
It all started with two dreams... back in
November of 2016.
Chapter 1.
November 2016 – A Wiccan Died at Work...
Strange Thing Happened in My Sleep...
A Wiccan died at work. We had to pack her things
and figure out who in her family, to send her
belongings to.
Looking outside the office window, the scene
was a great sea. There were all kinds of animals
(land animals: horses, goats, cows, etc.), walking
in water. It was stormy outside; windy and
raining.
The trees looked like people. They looked like
humans bent down – hands to feet. One woman
was much taller than the rest. She was a giantess
compared to the human like trees behind her.
She was the complexion of the tree trunks, with
short wild hair, wearing white underwear. She
wore no bra. As I watched her out of this office
window, I noticed that she was speaking. “Y’all
didn’t take me serious. Didn’t respect the land
and people.”
Then, at the gesture of her hands, a tornado
was created, and an even greater storm.
I was terrified because it felt like the end of a
world was coming.
Then....
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I woke up!
Right outside of that workplace, the Wiccan
rose up to become a mighty woman who brought
up mighty people through her rise. This dream is
significant because it plays out in my life in real
form, nearly 1 year later. I started my present job
in November of 2017, and this dream took place
in November of 2016. In my dream the workplace
setting was eerily similar to the layout of the
office in which I am presently employed.
The huge floor to ceiling double doors were the
first thing that resonated with me the moment I
stepped foot off the elevator. In the dream, the
Black woman who guided me through the office
on my first day of work, she reminded me of
Oprah Winfrey. Initially I thought it meant that I
would become famous through the help of Oprah
Winfrey while employed here; that is until I met
the team lead of the Servicing department which
is where I work. I realized she was who the dream
was referring to. Her presence is very strong, it
comes off as negative or ‘off’ energy, which can
be intimidating. This explains why the Oprah
theory came into play. Not saying Oprah’s energy
is off, but this person’s presence was meant to
resonate with me in the dream. What better way
to emphasize that than to incorporate a powerful
being, one whose presence in society, is mighty?
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As well there was a printer and fax machine
that stood out in the dream. I remember that the
woman and I kept going back and forth to the
printer to make copies of something.
When I first started my current job, I was being
trained by the team lead on how to receive,
process and/or forward check payments. These
could be mortgage payments from the borrower,
or funding checks from the title company. We are
required to make copies of each check that we
receive and process and notate the loan file of the
who, what and why of the check received – this
explains the significance of the printer and fax
machine in the dream.
Quite a few of the dreams I’ve had since
working at this job, have manifested into reality
in some form or fashion.
Keep reading to find out more....
Title: Allegory; Genre: Allegory; Age Range: all ages; Word Count: 802; Author Name: Jnaha. My project is a good fit because it is both relatable and taboo. People tend to dispell intuition, spirit guides and 'ghosts' as mental defects when in reality they are invaluable tools that can be used to help a person navigate through the complexities of life and societal norms. Incorporating the corporate america experience with spirituality gives this written piece a timeless educational feel that any reader can enjoy. The Hook: The trees looked like people. They looked like
humans bent down – hands to feet. One woman
was much taller than the rest. She was a giantess
compared to the human like trees behind her.
She was the complexion of the tree trunks, with
short wild hair, wearing white underwear. She
wore no bra. As I watched her out of this office
window, I noticed that she was speaking. “Y’all
didn’t take me serious. Didn’t respect the land
and people.”
Then, at the gesture of her hands, a tornado
was created, and an even greater storm.
Target Audience: All with an ear to hear; Synopsis: Spirtuality meets a diamond in the rough chosen to survive the game. This book is a sequel to my first self-published book titled Book of Life Experienced. Exiled from her bloodline through the use of Black Magic, at the young age of 19, Natiliha, the protagonist, is forced to forge ahead and make the best of her situation. Born into poverty, with a gift of reading people and situations, Natiliha broke generational curses and rose to success in the face of racism and adversity. My Bio: I am Jenaha Carter, 35, born and raised in Oakland, Ca. I am a published Poet and 3 time Author. I enjoy cooking new recipes, meeting new people and writing eccentric timeless poetry. I hope to expand my writing craft, build up my brand and gain enriching life experiences along the way.
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Perhaps....
...they're right.
What if you're right and they're all wrong? Do you turn around and follow suit, or do you press on and follow your truth?
That innate sense of knowing, seemingly out of nowhere - Do you trust that gut instinct, that intuition? Do you trust yourself enough to give power to that which you know without knowing, without question? Perhaps..._JNAHA_
#be you #stay true #self love
Why?
If poverty never existed, there would be no such thing as redlining.
If 'supremacy' was never a thing, racism wouldn't even be a word in the dictionary, let alone an actual definition.
If justice were balanced in accordance with morals and equity, human life wouldn't be prioritized by skin color.
The worse thing that people do to others is creating systems, laws and indoctrinations that makes it legal to enslave, segregate and murder another human being.
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Tale of Vision (c) 2019
I rise amid the shore
A faceless conquistador
Holding within my hands
A predestined life plan
How visual! Yet how opaque
Is the great escape
Oh spirit! I cannot mask
Quite fitting is the Basque
Oh heaven! Can I not stave
Away from the murky haze?
Is all that we live to see, to be
Just a dream in prophesy? _JNAHA_
Tale of Vision (c) 2019
I rise amid the shore
A faceless conquistador
Holding within my hands
A predestined life plan
How visual! Yet how opaque
Is the great escape
Oh spirit! I cannot mask
Quite fitting is the Basque
Oh heaven! Can I not stave
Away from the murky haze?
Is all that we live to see, to be
Just a dream in prophesy?
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_JNAHA_
Pulping
Why is it so cold in the world?
It’s mourning.
Raining tears up there in that sky, the cheetah prints above my umbrella reminds of the reincarnated manifestation of my guardian angels. Every spot has me covered.
In short, I guess I’m simply counting my blessings as I run through the errands of my day.
Enjoy your peace... _JNAHA_
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Colloquy in Dissertation - A Real Estate of Affairs
Jake exhibited a record of prompt gregariousness and sufficient due arrogance in an effort to ensure that his team was clear of his role in their employment.
In addition to that, his way of relating to the team was as obtuse as an oddly shaped Dorito dipped in hot fish grease. His way of getting under the skin of even the sunniest of personalities was an art he seemed to master with guile proficiency. There was an unspoken demand that his team demonstrate a stance of successful production, exercising excellent management practices. Exceptions to these requirements were identified in his own representation of leadership. To add insult to injury, he was inexperienced in the field of the departments he managed, to the point that you couldn’t ask him anything because Jake’s favorite line was, “Well I’m new so…” These blurred lines secured his limitations, quota and employment, hence disguising his inadequacies.
The Executive who’d exalted Jake, should’ve reviewed Jake’s knowledge base and leadership strength prior to determining that he was best fit to manage an entire line of business, to include documentation, funding, insurance and collateral.
Because of his difficulty in perfecting his craft, the company as a whole failed to advance financially to meet that of their competitor. As an abundance of lack of due diligence, Jake’s pitfalls became the windfall of another employee.
Prophesi bided her time, patiently observing her surroundings while planning her escape. The revolving, non-evolving dynamics of the workplace were analyzed throughout the basis of her employment.
Her assignments were checked daily, in addition to the required second review. If Prophesi had made the same mistake twice, verbal coaching was executed and held over her head until further notice. It should be noted, obtaining effective training within her position had been a challenge to begin with, which reflected in translation upon implementation. The seasoned team members were not required to step in to assist. Both Reign and Penelope would become involved only upon detection of a defect or coaching opportunity, though Prophesi would swear it leaned more on the wings of chastisement.
The idea of fair exchange in reciprocity was an exception to the rule and strongly discouraged because of the lack of self-reflection and accountability of the seniors. Revolving sarcasm and duplicity were only permitted out of the mouths of employees with 10 years tenure or better. If a newly hired associate attempted to dish that which they were served, their every effort was then made to diminish their character and work ethic until their spiritual health deteriorated.
Each new hire was doled a quarterly verbal review where the manager would critique their performance based upon their historical ability to swallow deficiency juxtaposed with productivity. The manager would perform a stress test calculating defects, production, and implementation. If you passed the test, you were rewarded with a good review, if not you were inundated with coaching opportunities.
Prophesi had left an unscrupulous company to accept a position with her new employer, and after just 5 months of employment, she endured all she could possibly tolerate at the hands of her manager, and the two seniors within the documentation department.
One week to the day of her 5 month anniversary she exchanged words with her manager of which the entire Servicing Center bared witness to. Knowing that one of the only two seasoned employees on the team was out on vacation all week and the latest new hire had only been with the company all of eight business days, Jake slivered over to the documentation queue, vexed at the stack of loan files piled up on the file cabinet.
“What have you learned so far London?” Jake had no qualms about applying pressure to the new guy.
“Well just the basics, I guess. I learned how to document a consumer loan, how to process a few maintenance requests, as well as how to document a few commercial modifications.”
“Would it be fair to have you document an Agricultural loan?” As Jake asks this questions, he’s staring a Prophesi, who did her best to keep her cool. It went without saying that he expected her to train London as she’d trained him on everything else.
Prophesi had other plans. She didn’t like the idea that she was the one held accountable for training London to begin with as she was just as new to the company as he was, even if she had him by a few months. She’d been placed on a 6 – 12 month learning curve. And when she stated as much to Jake, he became unhinged.
“Who asked you? You’re not the only one on a learning curve. Do your eyes work? Can’t you see that Reign is training me, just like you’re training London? It’s a part of your job!”
Fully grasping the spirit of Jake’s tone and demeanor, Prophesi treated the confrontation with as much finesse as her inner patience could muster.
While sustaining a calm, cool tone, she responded, “I was just making a statement, that’s all.” You could hear a pin drop for as quiet as the center had become.
“I don’t care. It was unnecessary!” Jake had turned beet red in the face, leaning closer and closer into invading Prophesi’s personal space.
All she wanted to do was de-escalate the issue, so she calmly stated, “I understand”. She then locked her computer, stood up and excused herself from the conversation, taking the opportunity to gather some fresh air just outside the office. High stress confrontation had a history of causing repetitive anger issues to rise up and prevail within her. She’d barely just learned how not to take any of it personally and she slightly empathized with the situation that Jake was in, being a new guy himself. Allowing the situation to roll off her back, she re-entered the building and got back to work. For now….
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When spirit speaks...
So I have a secret, but you can’t tell a single soul. They won’t believe you anyway. You probably won’t believe me either, but here goes nothing....
I can read. I don’t mean articulate letters that form words, which extend to sentences, full on paragraphs and storylines.
I mean I can read, the energy, aura, intentions and thoughts of another human being. I’ve always been this way though I mistook this gift as a curse of mental misfortune. So, the universe enforced the gift upon me through dreams in prophesy and cartomancy.
In fact, in the first week on May, just before heading off to work, I found a card at my feet while tossing my trash into the dumpster. The card was a 2 of hearts. Instinctually I knew that I’d meet a man that day. And I did.
When *Michael grabbed my hand upon meeting, I got a gut instinct or perhaps it was premonition, to be careful with this guy, he’s good at charades.
Within two weeks of meeting him, he became borderline stalkerish. He’d pop up out of nowhere, outside my work during my lunch hour. He’d call and text me incessantly even when he knew I was at work. More than once I tried breaking things off with him by letting him know I was too busy with work and getting my life on track to be worried about a relationship. Each time he would show up to my work and convince me to give him another shot.
Three weeks in, I had the strangest dream. In it I’d attended two parties. The first one was hosted by a childhood friend *Mya and her boyfriend *John, a person I met at work in my early 20′s. I remember thinking ‘who would’ve thought these would hook up?’ These people had no connection that I knew of, other than me, and they’d never met.
After the party, I went to another shindig of which I’m not sure how or why I was invited. All I know is that when I arrived, I was accosted and questioned by a guy from my old high school named ‘Dale’. Now Dale and Mya did know each other as we’d all attended the same highschool. He wanted to know where I’d been, and with whom and why.
I snapped on him like a picked peapod. I told him he wasn’t the boss of me and I didn’t owe him an explanation for the simple fact that he wasn’t my man.
That’s when he confessed that he’d killed Mya the same friend whose party I’d just left. I became hysterically inconsolable at the news and then I grew enraged. Dale ran up on me like he was going to knock my lights out, at which time I spoke the words, ’You better not put your hands on me. You will drop dead first! Mya won't allow you to get away with it.' Internally it felt as if Mya had spoken to and through my spirit.
Dale must have felt some truth to those words because out of nowhere he backed into the edge of the roof where the party was being held, and jumped to his death.
When I awoke from the dream I was terrified, but I quickly jotted everything down because I knew it was a prophetic dream somehow.
The fact that it was raining outside when I woke up and the a song titled ‘Love will set you free’, by Kelly Price rang in my ears were also signs. The rain stopped the moment I penned the final sentence of my recollection of the dream.
I got up and ready for work as usual. On my lunch hour, Michael appeared out of nowhere wanting to talk about why I hadn’t been answering his calls. Instead of making a seen I told him to follow me to the sandwich shop and I’d explain why. Instead I told him about my dream, names and all.
After I told him about the dream he made a comment, ‘my middle name is Dale.’ The hairs on my skin rose as if a wind chill had just blown through. I took it to be a sign that the dream was about him.
If I never had that dream, I probably would’ve found myself in a domestic violence situation with Michael.
I told him with finality, that day, never to contact me again nor show up at or near my work. I was loud enough to be noticed and direct enough that he got the message.
That’s my secret.
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Nyne’Ether
I’m Nyne’Ether. Keen at deciphering esoteric mysteries, I’m gifted a sacred healing medicine. My wealth in wordy wisdom serve an unshakeable justice, equitable to the arsenal of those who dared cut me using their dubious verbal swords. Goddess Emotions exalted me a ‘Prepared Cup of Witty Wisdom’ long before time existed. Spiritually, I stand unmoved during mercurial tsunami seasons as my emotions flow in perfect alignment with my cup’s circumference. A cooper colored pentacle, pinnacled on the precipice of inner peace, I am driven by love and integration; burning skeletons and de-thorning budded roses accidently on purpose.
My heart belongs to that of a young spirited old soul with a strong stroke of luck in prosperity. Anything Rune’s mystical hands touch, fuels a fire in his mental ingenuity which manifests natural waves of fortunate gain into the palms of his confident hands like magic. When his hands got hold of me, my world spiraled into a whirlwind of new beginnings which still leaves me feeling a bit like a naked scarlet rebel put on display for the world to see. Protected throughout the transition I’m in my element holding the batons of success in each of my free-flowing hands. Music is the wreath which plays ring around the rosy with my inner strength, victory hovering over my head like an aftershock to an inevitable thunder storm.
I pluck the feathers of interference with effortless unquestionable ease. In return, the Universe rewards me an overflow of abundance, like sunshine overshadowing the shade that insists on its 15 minutes of fame in my light. My words draw blood. Never my own though. For my words are the knife that severs ties, cutting them with their very own double-edged sword. My daily mantra: ‘Copper doesn’t bleed’ Nyne’Ether ©2018 JNAHA™
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