Holy Shhhhh

Friday, September 23, 2023, 05:11

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words hurt more.

Y’al, I doubt I’m going to tell you anything new with this one. Surely I’m not the only one who would rather get hit with a rock instead of an insult? Smack me with a stick, but don’t call me a stick. Step on my toe, but don’t make fun of my toes. Physical pain, sometimes, hurts less than emotional pain; it heals faster too.

Words have power! Think about it this way; Words are spelled, to cast a spell is to speak a written word. In the modern world you might hear it said like this; speak it into existence. All creation begins with a word. So be careful what you bring into the world.

I am usually made fun of when I talk about this topic, my friends and family have always been the types to make me feel as though I don’t need enemies! I’m going to give it a go again, I think it’s important to hear.

Cuss words y’al. I know I ain’t the only one who’s vice is cussin’! Look, I was raised in the South, we say colorful things. (Just fyi, I am biracial so please don’t take the previous comment as anything other than the truth.. Lord have mercy, I don’t like having to justify using the word colorful in reference to the South. Is what it is I reckon.)

As the eldest (step)daughter to a Methodist pastor, I was also somewhat of a rebel by nature! (A rebel in the South, y’al see what I did there?!!) Pretty sure what I have just done regarding colorful speech and rebels in the South makes me some kind of creative word genius or something; bringing me to my last point about cussin’, allegedly it is a favored vice of really smart people. See >here<. This was my justification for continuing to cuss…

It was all fun and games until God got hold of me and said “Darlin’, don’t cuss.” What do you do when God asks you to give up worldly pleasures, including cussin’? You reverse justify it!

I was down to just a few cuss words anyhow, the ‘f’ word of course, and the ‘s’ word, and I pride myself on how creatively I used them! Long ago I gave up saying GD, it never felt right. And 5 or more years ago I gave up the ‘d’ word also. Let me walk you through it.

Words have immense energy, God puts A LOT of emphasis on the energy of words. One of the first things God will say to a prophet when they are called is, “I give you My Words.” The Bible is a book with 782,815 words (NASB version); no pictures. This makes me think that God views words as pretty, pretty, pretty, important. This is the only surmisation one can make given the evidence at hand.

You can make someone smile with your words, you can make them cry, you can make them think, you can make them sigh, you can make them understand, or you can make them confused. Are we all in agreeance regarding words? Fantastic, let’s move on to part two of the lesson, which I have just stated previously, though you may have missed it. Our environment is designed to absorb the energy of our words, this is why you can make someone smile, cry, think, sigh, understand and confused, with your words. The purpose of words is to control the outer world, that is the world outside of our own mind. All we are, all anything is, a word, that’s it. Creations are words vibrating through particulate matter, suspended by light.

Alright, if you believe what I am saying, stop asking God to damn things, stop damning things yourselves, stop putting sexual energy into f-ing everything. The universe reads the word ass as a donkey, which is what we look like when we say it. As I previously explained, the word shit means something without blood, and you must receive permission from God to say it. Luckily the universe reads this word as soap, (correctly spelled chit, please see the Sounds of OriGin Quick Guide to understand more.)

If you say these words around the food you are eating, or the water you are drinking, you are putting these things into your body. See below a cute story about the word hate and an easy, free, experiment you can do at home to see how powerful words can be. And quit cussin’ y’al! We’re really hurting ourselves.

Amplify the experiment with additional control groups, use the cuss words mentioned above along with love and hate and see what happens!


A few years ago, I changed my mind about something. Spiders.๐Ÿ•ท๐Ÿ•ธ Let me share with you how it played out.

I watched an experiment with water, on YouTube, it was called ‘The Love/Hate Water Experiment’ (there are many out there like this, give it a google).

The experiment works like this:

๐ŸŒŽ Take two ice trays and fill them with water.
๐ŸŒŽ Into the first tray you will whisper, ‘I hate you’ repeatedly into the water before placing it in the freezer.
๐ŸŒŽInto the second ice tray you will whisper ‘I love you’ repeatedly into the water before placing it in the freezer.
๐ŸŒŽLet them freeze.
๐ŸŒŽCrack the ice out and observe the difference.
๐ŸŒŽThe hate whispered ice is cloudy with ugly shapes frozen inside.
๐ŸŒŽWhile the love filled ice is crystal clear with beautiful geometric, snowflake like shapes frozen inside.

The experiment got me thinking about how often we say the word ‘hate’ in our regular speech in my family. I kept track for a day and it was a lot;

๐ŸคฌI hate mushrooms, someone would say
๐ŸคฌI hate the color gray, another might say
๐ŸคฌOmg I hate that shirt, while shopping
๐ŸคฌI hate that song
๐ŸคฌI hate that food
๐ŸคฌBugs, bugs, I hate bugs…
๐ŸคฌSpiders. I hate spiders. Kill them.

Somehow, someway I had allowed hate to creep in and consume our lives.

So I made hate a bad word in our house. My kids know they will get in more trouble in my house for saying the word hate then for saying the ‘F’ word itself.

And then one day, I started a garden. ๐Ÿ’š๐ŸŒŽ

In that garden I noticed a spider. I watched it pop in and out of its tiny little hole in the ground; the spider must have been certain I was going to stomp its tiny body to mush at any moment.

And then for some reason the song ‘You got a friend in me’ popped into my head and I began to sing, after my montage, I told the spider my war with them was over. ๐ŸŒŽ๐Ÿ•ท

Later that evening I sat reading a gardening book and wouldn’t you know, the very next subtitle was ‘Spiders, a gardener’s best friend’. To paraphrase the text; Spiders eat A LOT of bugs. They bite humans only when they feel their lives, their homes, or their babies are in danger. And suddenly, just like that, spiders became so relatable. ๐Ÿ•ท

I began to watch spiders a little closer and they are truly fascinating, purposeful little creatures. It wasn’t uncommon to walk around our farm and see spider-mommas carrying their egg sacks on their backs, which, by the way, weigh hundreds of times their weight, with hundreds of spider babies wiggling around inside them. Some spiders give their lives to their young as nourishment for the first days out of the womb. Hey I know they eat their husband’s but even that I find relatable and maybe even smart, married women you get it.๐Ÿ˜‰

My point is, in the exploration of how the word hate showed up in my life I was able to see how the concept of hate showed up in my life. It allowed me to eventually say to the spider, I love you spider, thank you for doing your work. ๐Ÿ•ท๐ŸŒŽ๐Ÿ’š

๐ŸŒŽI respect the wonderful Intelligent Design of LIFE ๐ŸŒŽ

It is ok to change your mind and let love win.


Don’t forget to wash your hands.

Talk soon.