~(Holy Spirit)~
I may have encroached upon the digs of a spirit Queen. Or rather, she came out of nowhere as a manifestation of my thought process. At the time, I was in search of a new home. One to plant my seeds of spiritual discovery. I want to watch it blossom and grow into a windfall of liberation for the tribe of the dark skins.
But at the open house, something consumed me. Perhaps it was a strong intuition, but I think not. Indeed, something within me advised me to walk past the house, so I did. At the same time, I overheard the seller and the realtor speaking, almost as if they knew I was coming for this home, and they had no intention of giving it to my kind.
“I think you found the kind of buyer this neighborhood requires.” Said the realtor. They (the realtor, the owner and her children stood upon the front porch watching me pass them by). “Yes, this one’s got a trust fund. It’s a guaranteed sale”, she continued.
As I heard this, the hairs on my skin rose. This never happened before. “You want it. You’ll get it!” A spirit spoke. Then an Ancestor said, “These are your stomping grounds – your territory. You want it. It’s yours.”
Looking all around me, I saw no one to whom I could identify as the speaker of these words. Then as if floating on water, and cool as a cucumber, I sprung on, past the house once more walking to my car.
“Soy Kalifa” is what I heard the second my car door closed, windows rolled up. I didn’t understand the meaning.
“Soy Kalifa”, it whispered. The entire ride back home, soy kalifa was all that ingrained within my brain.
And then….I began praying. Asking for guidance on how to make home ownership a reality in my life.
After this, I felt cleansed. As if I had done and said what needed to be done and said. Next, a jazz song of the most beautiful melodies began to croon from my stereo system. The title on the stereo face plate read ~Soy Kalifa~.
Soy in Spanish means, I AM. Kalifa, an African baby name means, Holy.
Coincidence?
I think not…..