We lift this sacred Sabbath day to You, as You have ordained in Shemoth (Exodus) 20:8, “Remember the day of the Shabbath, to set it apart.” We gather with hearts open like the petals of a lotus, aligning our souls from root to crown—each chakra vibrating with Your divine presence.
Let our root chakra ground us in the truth of our ancestors—the Amadlozi and the Mohegan people, whose footsteps still echo through the earth, whispering stories of endurance and sacred memory. Let our sacral chakra honor the creative fire within, ignited by the arts and reflections we witness in the halls of The Met Cloisters, The Whitney, and El Museo del Barrio—each brushstroke a tribute to Your glory.
Let our solar plexus chakra burn with the boldness of truth, as spoken by Socrates: "The unexamined life is not worth living." Give us courage to examine ourselves, our motives, and our walk. Let our heart chakra overflow with grace, forgiveness, and the compassion found in the teachings of Buddha, who reminds us: “Peace comes from within. Do not seek it without.”
Let our throat chakra declare Your word with boldness, as we speak not only to believers but to the world, remembering the words of Malaḵi (Malachi) 3:6—“For I am Yahusha, I shall not change…” Let us be unwavering in our call to righteousness.
May our third eye chakra awaken to the mystery and depth of Islamic devotion, where discipline and surrender converge in reverence. And may our crown chakra be lifted in the stillness of Catholic contemplation, in the incense-scented silence where You whisper eternity.
We honor my Polish lineage, the perseverance of those who survived ice and iron to pass down songs of resilience. We blend those songs with the wisdom of Unkulunkulu, who birthed the world with spirit and form, showing us that divinity breathes in every breath.
As WBJMinistries shines its light across platforms and into souls, may we carry the Sabbath with intention. May we teach, walk, and heal as Yahusha did—reaching for the wounded with wounded hands that now heal, as scars become testimonies.
As Albert Einstein once said, “Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.” On this Sabbath, may we walk through Central Park or sit beside the Hudson, beholding the canvas of Your creation—each breeze a psalm, each leaf a sermon.
We are ministers of the Most High, bridge-builders between faiths, bloodlines, and nations. Fill WBJMinistries with grace, strategy, power, and unity. Let our sermons be soaked in sacred wisdom and sprinkled with stardust. Let our reach be global, yet our roots remain holy.
May our giving hearts be rewarded. May those who visit https://wbjministry100.wixsite.com/wbjministries find refuge, revelation, and the rhythm of the Sabbath in every word, every video, every act of love.
We end this prayer in Your perfect peace, with boldness, in reverence, and in complete surrender to Your will.
HaleluYah.
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