Chosen
These thoughts were triggered by a misunderstanding I had with Spirituality…
A few years ago, when I first started my family group chats, my twin sister unknowingly said something that led to the start of my Spiritual journey. Up until then, I knew I believed in a higher power. But I also knew it wasn’t the kind that you find inside of the walls of a church. Organized religion is what my siblings and I were raised on, but as I got older I started to realize how much of a crutch that form of believing is…for those who prefer to sit back and wait for someone else…to solve their issues. And in all of the years that I believed in the rhetoric of giving my problems over to someone who walked on water…I never once saw any of my issues disappear. They just got worse. So when I decided to take up the task of calling out the unhealed trauma in my ‘family’ unit, in an effort to prevent the youth in our family from having to repeat the daunting task of healing from their childhood, I ruffled a lot of feathers. And one of the weirdest responses to said ruffling was my twin telling me “sorry you’ll never be the chosen one”. At the time, I had no idea what she was referring to.
Since then, I’ve become well versed in Spiritual lingo. And I’m now aware that a ‘chosen one’ is an individual chosen by God, to aid in the healing of this planet. The assignment of a ‘chosen’ soul is dictated by their assigned trauma in this lifetime. That trauma is meant to serve as a GPS of sorts, for those who will subsequently find themselves on those same roads. So the ‘chosen’ must endure the kind of trauma that would cripple a non chosen individual. If they successfully overcome all obstacles placed in front of them, that trauma is then able to be transmuted for the greater good of those who may need assistance, getting through similar hardships. So when my twin told me I’d never be the ‘chosen one’, I knew to look more into it because my ‘family’ has perfected their ability to cast illusions. After doing a little research, the things I had experienced, at the hands of my ‘family’, finally made sense. I was ‘chosen’ to be the black sheep. For the sole purpose of assisting the other individuals, who were also outcast by my ‘family’s’ ability to personify trauma.
At first, I thought this was some glamorized title that meant God loved me more than those who weren’t handpicked by Him to carry out His assignments. But over the years, I’ve come to see that there is nothing glamorous about this position. Being ‘chosen’, for me, means I’m now aware of the Spiritual Warfare being waged against my efforts to heal. And the spirits who come up against me, have had years to perfect their warfare. The attacks have come in all forms, but the intention is always the same…to deter my spirit from being the only one in my ‘family’ willing to stand up for those without a voice. Because the goal of those in my ‘family’, inflicting this tradition of trauma, is the silencing of their victims. And I’m able to articulate what I’ve experienced, at the hands of the traumatizers, in a way that exposes what has been done in the dark for so long. Revealing what I see took me to the next level of this battle, and I assumed being ‘chosen’ meant that those opposing my efforts, would give up once they saw that I stood with God. But I now see that my declaration of being handpicked by our Creator, only incited more attacks from those who think that being ‘chosen’ is something that it isn’t.
These demons in my ‘family’ want so badly for me not to be who I didn’t choose to be…because they’re under the same impression I was about this title. They heard ‘chosen’ and assumed there was a red carpet that accompanied those selected for the job. But being ‘chosen’ only means you are able to transmute persecution…it doesn’t make you immune to it. And in order to learn the transmutation process, more and more persecution is required. No one would pick this position if they knew what it really entailed.
Love,
Choosy
