Insight Shaped by Direct Experience

  By Dutchess @deldeyoch I gave myself the gift of pilgrimage — walking through Israel, Palestine, Jordan, Egypt, Nubia, and Ethiopia. As an Ethiopian Orthodox Christian, it felt like returning to the beginning of my spirit. It was my offering of gratitude to the ancestors who stood with me through seasons of loss, silence, and solitude. I’ve walked alone since childhood. I’ve buried siblings, parents, friends. I’ve loved men who admired the surface the career, the beauty, the home, the discipline but couldn’t honor the vision. Through every rise and fall, it was me and God. Aligned. Led. Protected. Walking the Bible was my way home. A way to shed everything that wasn’t love. I traveled solo and quietly, but felt woven into the land, the people, and the stories older than memory. Now I sit in my father’s garden as bulldozers tear through Addis Yeka, St. Michael, even my father’s house built with his sweat and stubborn hope. I play 432Hz and 111Hz frequencies to stay anchored wh...