UNCHAINED: Planted, Not Punished
By Dutchess @Deldeyoch
"Unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone. But if it dies, it bears much fruit." - John 12:24
“God created you to think for yourself.” - Zera Yacob
“Know thyself, and thou shalt know the universe and God.” - Ancient Kemetic Proverb
There come moments when everything that once defined us begins to dissolve relationships, roles, identities, institutions. At first, it feels like loss. But beneath that surface, it is not punishment it is planting. A seed must break to grow.
I was born into a powerful lineage warriors serving country & faith, gurus, nomads, mystics, farmers, seers, strategic matriarchs, fierce leaders, administrators of families, who wielded pain as a weapon, & spiritual purpose as a way of life. I inherited not only their gifts but their wounds, their wisdom, and their wars. I chose to feel it all, & became an ambassador to my ancestors.
The matriarchy I came from mastered silence, shame, beauty, collective power, and strategy as tools of control, to compete, & for power. The patriarchy I was called to honor held the essence of unconditional love, leading the family, clarity, awakened & detachment. I came through the fear lead strategic mother, protected and nurtured by the fathers, to serve faith, family, community, society, and humanity as my authentic self, worthy & enough. I chose to honour both, & lead by my spirit at a young age. I emotionally divorcing both to transcend, aligning myself with my vision, & learning the power of descernment.
In the Ethiopian Orthodox Tewahedo faith, this sacred journey pulses in our very spiritual DNA. Growing up, I was captivated by stories of saints like Tekle Haymanot, Abune Aregawi, and Gebre Menfes Kidus men who forsook worldly comforts to be transformed through silence, solitude, and surrender. They roamed mountains and deserts, some said to transcend even the physical realm, embodying divine unity with creation.
Pilgrimages to the rock-hewn monasteries of Abune Abraham and Abune Atsbeha in Tigray, the sky churches of Gheralta, the living wonders of Lalibela, the hidden sanctuaries of the Yeka Mountains, and the Shewan Highlands revealed devotion carved into stone and etched into time. On the islands of Lake Tana, Lake Hayq, and Lake Ziway, ancient chants still ripple across the waters. To walk here is not just to witness it is to remember. One must live fully, breathe deeply, and open the heart to touch the soul of this sacred, complex land.
Like Zera Yacob, the 17th-century Ethiopian philosopher who retreated into a cave for years and declared, “God created you to think for yourself,” I too was called inward to withdraw, reflect, and return with divine clarity.
I traced my spirit back to the Garden of Eden, rebaptized in the sacred river Ghion one of the four rivers in Genesis, said to flow through Cush, the ancient name for Ethiopia. This land is the cradle of creation, birthplace of Dinkenesh (Lucy), Zipporah, wife of Moses, and Makeda, the Queen of Sheba. From this sacred source flowed not just water but wisdom the current of knowing, of light, and of living fully as one’s highest self.
“Ethiopia shall stretch forth her hands unto God.” (Psalm 68:31)
To be Ethiopian is more than nationality it is spiritual inheritance. It means knowing you are made in the image of God: worthy, awakened, and wise. Raised in the Ethiopian Orthodox Tewahedo tradition, I grew with stories of saints who embodied divine purpose through solitude and devotion.
I have walked the sacred sites of Lalibela, Gheralta, and monasteries across Tigray, Shewa, and the Rift Valley. These are not mere monuments they are portals of remembrance. I have also traveled across Asia, Europe, the Middle East, the Americas, and Polynesia never as a stranger, but as a knower. Grounded in God, I carried the frequency of spirit, truth, and ancestry. I was not searching for myself I was remembering who I have always been.
Ethiopia is not just a land it is a people rooted in spiritual intelligence and ancestral strategy. Our feminine lineage Makeda (Sheba), Yodit Gudit, Eteye Taitu, and others preserved not just kingdoms, but consciousness. They lived grounded in God, aligned with truth, free from ego.
That wisdom shapes my life still. My journey has never been about fitting in but living in alignmentwith God, self, & purpose, to heal & grow in my evolution. To be spiritually sovereign is to lead with love, live with discernment, and rise without losing your soul, interconnected. Failiur, tests, challenges, betrayal, & getting to know your falliability as a human being is part of the process, that humbles you to God, in vulnerability. As women we have been trained to serve powerful men to do their shadow work, or weak ones to lead, to procreate, serve the family & our children, but there is a third essence of a woman who embodies both her feminine & masculinity that becomes a spiritual mother to humanity.
This great migratory current moved south through the Great Rift Valley, birthing civilizations from Kush to Great Zimbabwe, reaching the Cape of Good Hope, Namibia, Madagascar, and, through Austronesian navigators, the isles of Polynesia.
Westward, it crossed the vast Sahara, where Berber and Bedouin nomads preserved ancient knowledge and oral traditions. These desert peoples bridged Mediterranean, Arab, and African worlds, guiding caravans of salt, gold, and spirit. Along the Atlantic trade winds, kingdoms like Mali, Ghana, and Songhai rose echoes of a deeper ancestral rhythm.
Far older still, the San and other ancient peoples of Namibia etched their wisdom into rock and stars, speaking a language older than time.
These currents of movement, memory, and meaning eventually crossed the Atlantic and Pacific, carried in the souls of the displaced, enslaved, and exiled bearing the breath of origin, the ache of return, and the eternal flame of resilience.
It moved through me too.
So I studied myself like scripture:
- Unchaining my heart from false belonging.
- Mourning the masks I wore to be loved.
- Forgiving the parts of me that sought worthiness in suffering.
My home became both trauma & transfiguration. I lived spiritual warfare cloaked in love, familiarity, and societal norms. I witnessed possession masquerading as protection, envy hidden in silence, and manipulation wearing the mask of care.
"To be a spiritual mother requires discernment, not possession."
I had to spiritually and emotionally divorce myselffrom outdated institutions, unconscious society, false prophets, and technological distractions threatening to enslave the soul.
The rise of AI, obsession with phones, worship of productivity tools that, like religion and empire before them, can either awaken or distract. Mass systems birthed in the 15th-century Industrial Revolution manufactured obedience as much as material wealth.
Traveling across 30+ countries, breaking bread with 30+ souls across continents, supporting 30+ projects from grassroots to global, I saw a pattern:
We are a human species caught in a global rat race.
Yet, we are also spiritual beings equipped with divine technology intuition, healing, and higher knowing. I walked with visionaries, truth-tellers, and disruptors. I stood among earth whisperers and future waymakers and watched as some were silenced, betrayed, or crucified by systems not ready for their light.
“You were never meant to carry it all. You were chosen to transform it.”
I confronted my shadow not to become a hero, but whole. To reclaim worth not by performance or perfection, but presence.
Betrayal, grief, loss all part of the sacred curriculum. Yes, demonic forces unleashed energies moving through systems, families, minds, and spaces to enslave consciousness through fear, bitterness, resentment, manipulation, and greed.
"Be still, and know that I am God." -Psalm 46:10
When false prophets rise in pulpits, platforms, policies, partnerships discernment is the only shield. Be sharp. Be clear. Know when to walk away without apology—even from parents, family, partners. Know when to forgive without return. Seek your truth, tell your story, come out of hidingyou are enough.
I stopped outsourcing my power.
I chose to mother myself.
I chose light over loyalty, truth over tradition, and freedom over familiarity.
“A prophet is not without honor except in his hometown and in his own household.” -Mark 6:4
To those awakening now:
You are not being punished. You are being planted.
So stay rooted. Stay sharp. Stay true.
The sacred will rise not through noise, but presence.
You are enough. You always were.
We now stand on the threshold of a New Earth—an evolution not of machines or empires, but of consciousness.
The next generation will:
- Discern truth from illusion
- Live from spirit, not ego
- Remember they are sovereign, made in God’s image—not man’s systems
- Use technology wisely, not addictively
- Build communities rooted in freedom, not fear; harmony, not hierarchy
They will walk in truth, honor nature, speak with clarity, serve with power. They will remember they are light—and light is their lineage.
They will rise from silence, sorrow, and solitude to become fruit-bearers of a healed world.
Let them come forth. Let them be planted. Let them rise.
By Dutchess @Deldeyoch
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