Rebirth: Finding the Right Way

Whitney Warren
Apr 5
4 min read

Updated: Apr 6

I consider myself a sinner.

Reborn, yes, but birth is not a casual thing - like sitting up in your chair or stepping out through the back door.

Being reborn means dying first. Gradually, with complete feeling of the process, and over as long a time as it takes to acknowledge & accept that we are equally the victim as well as the perpetrator in our own sufferation story.

At the depth of that realisation, from the ashes, we can receive the honour of being remade once again in the image of the Most High. This new version of us is not meant to be a carbon copy of the original though, this time we also must bear the cross of our past as we continue forward on our journey - the mark of our resolve to rise up & reach home; the right way.

Yes, our shadows may be healed, but they will never be forgotten. Likewise; JAH has forgiven us our sins but has not turned a blind eye to our impact on the world in this lifetime.

If that impact means that there are karmic repayments to be made to Mama Nature or to our brethren & sisters?

Rest assured; JAH will collect.

So that’s right; I do consider myself a sinner and I’ve been acclimatising to this new reality a long time now. With each karmic debt repaid & each lesson completed; I see I have grown wiser and my cross lighter to carry.

Now, I was first born into this world a healer too, which is a key note in my origin story should we ever feel called to revisit that here. But I became so dazzled & disheartened by the dark complexities of the world, at too young an age to see that I was wounded too, that I soon became a danger to everything around me if my feminine rage went unchecked.

Picture a cub lost in the WILD wild, with only their instincts to lean on. If not for the diligence of my angels in answering my calls & the prideful roar of my dark side when pressed; evil would surely have devoured me before I woke up to the reality of my suffering.

Anyway, the point is that it wasn’t a smooth road to get to this point - no matter how I carried myself, poured my love into others or worked my being into exhaustion trying to heal and assist those around me.

This grand achievement is not the result of an easy handout.

I still had to overcome traps laid before my path and face the consequences of giving into curiosity time & again (…those who know, KNOW what curiosity did to the cat too). When I finally snapped out of those illusions and grew strong enough to tilt my head fully to the heavens, JAH was smiling on me with open arms.

And so I was gifted with a light at the end of the tunnel; salvation from darkness, really. But what survival story do you know of where they step one foot out the cage and then the story’s done?

No. There’s naturally more work to do; we have to learn to walk strong again, trauma responses must be released, trust in others must be rebuilt, false judgements must be corrected & plenty more mistakes must be made in order to rise into the person we first came here to be.

Circling back to that cross we carry once reborn, in my case; I now bear 2 crosses on my chest as personal reminders to choose grace and faith. For that reason, I think of them as representing 2 parts of the death paid for my sins.

First; the cross of my salvation - my Ankh - the key to the cage that I foolishly walked into. It was rediscovering the power of the ankh through study, music & synchronicity that I was guided through the strongest of storms I’ve ever faced and into the loving den of Rastafari.

Second; the cross of my redemption - my Abyssinian - the cross of the throne I kneel at in remembrance that Christ died for my sins long before my time to sin came - and that he carried by back his cross to the crucifixion too!

Now I walk in peace knowing all that’s left to do is to hold my faith in JAH, obey his commands & trust in the Most High plan wherever it shall deliver I.

None of this is to sell or convince you of anything by the way, if you are craving the feeling of being sold to then you are likely a little lost and I advise you to step away from the screen and meditate on what it is the Most High actually requires of you right now.

The message I have actually been building up to with this first blog & the relaunch of my studio; Hush, CREATE, as a whole is a simple one:

This space is intended as more than a website, shop or blog - it is a beacon.

Rastafari walks alone.

For good reason too.

Still, what I champion in I every step is livity & upliftment of the people.

So no matter your colour, creed or nation; if your heart is pure, true & beats in praises to the almighty - then this is a lighthouse from me to you.