Your The Easter Signet: Restoration of the Original Order

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Humanity was not originally designed to live in confusion, fear, and fractured purpose. There was an original order, a state of alignment between humanity and the Creator. But that order was interrupted. What followed was not simply chaos, but a calculated distortion of truth that pulled humanity away from its intended design.

In my poem ‘The Father Who Jumped | An Easter Tribute | The Anointed Scribe’, I reflected on the exceptional fathers here on earth who mirrored the heart of our Creator. I believe that DNA strands hold memory of the original design. This is why we have to be people of thought, practice stillness, centering our minds against the noise. Whenever we hear of new medical interventions, such as RNA inventions that we are being told will benefit our well-being, it is natural to wonder: Who truly designed us? Who possesses the mastery to navigate the intricate soul of our being? Who has the scientific capability to manipulate the intricate fabric of our beings?

I speak from over a decade of experience as a corporate RN, where I’ve seen countless people cycle through every specialist imaginable without finding relief. It’s heartbreaking to watch that descent into the 'rabbit hole' of modern medicine, a place where insurance limits often collide with the reality that, sometimes, human science simply doesn't have the answers we’re looking for.

My focus today is anchored in the love of fathers. When we look at the story of the prodigal son, we see a powerful reflection of a father’s heart; a heart postured to give us exactly what we need, when we need it. There is a profound distinction between the two sons: the brother who stayed home required no outward validation because he never lost his position as a son.

For those of us who have been the prodigal, the journey home is about more than just returning; it’s about the need to feel worthy again in our father’s eyes. While every father is built differently, their presence and their blessings carry a unique weight; they serve as the quiet, steady validation that tells us who we truly are.

Abraham’s willingness to sacrifice Isaac served as a signet of his devotion to God. By offering the son he had waited a century for, he proved to the Creator that he truly understood the hierarchy of life and the divine order of the universe. He recognized what was sacred. That act provided the evidence needed in the spiritual realm to ensure that the blessing of wealth and favor would flow through his very veins, marking his lineage for all time.

As we reflect on our own fathers, we must extend to them grace, recognizing that they each function within the framework of their own lived experiences, the very fiber of their network. When we find solace in understanding the limits of their capacity, we free ourselves to grow. In that grace, we continue our own work: striving to embody the attributes of the Creator who knew us before we were even formed, and whose plans for us have always been for good and never for evil.

When we seek to understand the Creator as he truly is, not as a fable or as a fictitious character that we want to design based on our own framework of our own thinking capacity, which has been indoctrinated into our minds by more measures than we are even aware of. We must give ourselves grace as we navigate a universe manipulated by the tyrannies of forces opposing our very existence.

If you have journeyed with me this far, let me simply say: I love you. I love humanity, and I love every expression of the Creator’s handiwork. Most importantly, please know that he loves you even more.