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Do what you want. Say what you will. It won't matter because I'm coming. I will arrive. I am a force of nature. Sometimes destructive and sometimes bringing much needed relief. Just as the rain eases the pressure of the clouds and helps to feed billions, I have something to offer and I don't even know or understand how it came to reside within me. I am a force of nature struggling to find my own release. Like the earthquake causing tectonic plates to slide and adjust. Like the river bursting over the man-made obstacles. Damn! Worry. Because I'm coming. Fret your heart not because I'm coming. I will arrive.

Like Lucy, the first creature, who rose from a stooped and cramped position and got up walking like a natural woman. I am straightening my back and forcing my hands to lose their inclination to help my feet ambulate this cursed geography. I caught the feel of sunlight on my forehead and knew there was no other force which mattered except the will of my Creator. She got up. I got up. Stumbling, like an untended infant, through those first steps unseen, unwitnessed and virtually unheard. No different from the ancient Sequoia in the western wilderness, not beating heart can give testimony to the moment, that fractal of time when I first burst forth through the dirt.

Witnesses do not create validity to any story. They can only tell what their eyes have seen.  This story is filtered through the heart, mind and state of the soul.  So, a million million folks can tell a story and live to see their words are false.  The source may be ignorance or it may be evil.  But the results will be the same.  Consequently and subsequently the opinion of man is a study of nothingness as there is only one Judge.  The consensus of humanity is nothing as there is only a Jury of One.  How much blood has been shed and has yet to be shed due to the domestic and foreign entanglements of those who feel their power is supreme and eternal?  A pond.  A lake.  A sea.  An ocean.  And then multiply the bodies tenfold and the figure will become infinitesimal.  Uncountable gallons of wasted fluid as I have wasted the dew of my tears on that self-same opinions of man. This is my greatest sin.  Humbled before God I asked for forgiveness and through His grace I was given my heart's desire.  More.  

What is. Is. But I'm here to tell you once again, like our dear sister Lucy, I will arise and stand upright. I'm coming. I must arrive. My drive is too strong and my journey has been far too long to be turned 'round. Insha'Allah, if it be the will of God and He has already shown me His favour. I will not distrust the greatness within. It's a kind of joy this time cannot change, adulterate, or delete. Although it has cost me great and terrible pain, it's all mine.

I am, La Vonda the Great. The Great La Vonda. And I am coming. I will arrive. Only to be with you. Just to be with you. Simply to be with you. To hold your hand. To wrap my arms around you. To join my tears with yours. We will arrive, prayerfully, in time. We are necessary. We are needed and we are vital. Good morning.