Dear judgers. I DEFINE me. My third eye is open so there is no need for me to see, for I AM one with my surroundings, mentally, spiritually, and physically.
Sincerely,
Linda Orji
In my most recent Instagram post from June 2, 2018 (Me dancing to Won’t he do it by Koryn Hawthorne) I stated,
“Look out for a NEW blog post in a few HRS. Ya girl got a lot on the brain for sure.”
Why didn’t I post anything? Well, because I was receiving a lot of judgment from the videos and my mind instantly went to a NEXT LEVEL state, as it does often. I immediately put a hold on the original blog post I was going to put up to meditate on how I can respond to the judgment in my best way possible? I shared a Facebook story:
“I’M DANCING TO CHRISTIAN MUSIC AND THEY’RE STILL PREYING ON ME.”
That was one way, but it wasn’t my best way, so I deleted the story and am writing this instead.
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So, according to the ones judging, the way I was moving in my videos was too secular for the song. The question was, how was I listening to a song about God and moving my hips the way I was moving them?
My answer is…I’m so over the pathetic, don’t got nothing better to do than complain, holy sanctified, kumbaya, smile in your face talk behind your back, jealous, Christians. Better yet I’m gonna take away that title Christian and just say ‘individuals’ because the label Christian doesn’t define you, you define you. Just like I DEFINE me.
I was given beautifully designed tools; body, mind, and soul, all of which have powers that can move mountains. You see, there’s an art to moving and it is so much more than dancing and music. It’s psychological, it has a universal affect (philosophy), but most importantly it’s a safe haven for people like myself who are deeply and highly intuitive to their surroundings.
The type of music my body, mind, and soul move to is irrelevant here, because I DEFINE what it means when they move. I DEFINE what defines music. The wind could be music. Silence could be music. When I recorded myself I wasn’t concerned about anything other than using my tools to inspire others to get up and move (physically, mentally, and spiritually) in the midst of troubled times. To work-it-out within yourself and the God-in-you, even if means being alone in your living room, hurt, confused, misunderstood, and breaking a sweat to a dope song. I wasn’t twerking. I wasn’t naked. I didn’t show any cleavage. Because I decided to sway my hips a certain way doesn’t mean I’m “fast” or trying to be seductive. The fact that this is the mindset out here is a reflection of how much progress needs to be made among US.
I’ve recently encountered people who are scared to be honest with themselves because they are so frightened of how “loved ones” might react. Is that love? Loved ones lying to each other to instill fear in another so the individual won’t become their best and strongest self but forever be “loyal” to them. Is that loyalty? There are people out here manipulating others so much that it stunts their physical, spiritual, and mental growth. It breaks the individual down to a point where they lose themselves and are unable to define themselves. People are out here pleading for help maliciously and selfishly. That’s one scary combination, isn’t it?
Dear judgers. I DEFINE me. My third eye is open so there is no need for me to see, for I AM one with my surroundings, mentally, spiritually, and physically.
Sincerely,
Linda Orji