Wisdom Is Highly Contagious I’M Glad I’M Terminally Infected

By Tabitha K. Scaife

This book is a direct testament; of my life spend, within an insane character; for three decades, before i stood still and listened; to God's voice, then acknowledged him. I then finally; answered my role call. I talk about my journey; as well as all the wise counsel men and woman, God allowed; to bless me on this journey, with wisdom; well beyond my mental capacity, as did he also line my spirit; with countless amounts of wisdom, so that through this powerful, heartfelt trascription; i am able to reinject others with highly contagious wisdom, as i have been injected; throughout the last three decades and even up to this very moment, i am releasing this transcription; God's book, from my spirit; to everyone of my human siblings, to read and find wisdom; greater than me, themselves and existence in general. God is the Author and the only true passage to wisdom, own access is granted through his son and our savior Jesus Christ, so follow me in and find out my role/purpose; to you, my human siblings.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Feb 15, 2013
• ISBN: 9781481701471

Tabitha K. Scaife

Hello readers my name is Tabitha Scaife, I am a blessed mother of four wonderful children and currently reside in North Carolina. This is my first fictional novel inspired by my four children. I enjoyed making up stories and telling them to my children during bath time. They enjoyed them so much that even as they aged into adults they remembered and talked about those days, then later encouraged me to share them with you; the imaginative world of readers. My children really took a liking to my vampire tales so I chose to start my fictional series within the realm of vampires. I hope you as my aspired readers enjoy the first of this series entitled: The count family of avengers fights their way to victory over their oppressors. As a visionary and imaginative thinker, I am excited to have the honor of sharing this fictional release with you and my aim is to make my readers excited too! I am confident you will enjoy the plot stored within the pages of this fictional novel, so why don’t you begin reading; the characters are waiting to come alive; just for you.

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WISDOM

IS HIGHLY CONTAGIOUS,

I’M GLAD I’M TERMINALLY

INFECTED

Tabitha K. Scaife

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© 2013 by Tabitha K. Scaife. All rights reserved.

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Every part of this book is based on my experiences expressed to the best of my recollection and interpretation of circumstances I lived the last 30 plus years.

No person I have mentioned in this book necessarily shares in my recollection of events and or views I have shared through out this transcription.

I take full responsibility for all my written statements as they relate to the integrity of my commitment to the readers.

Bible quotations are taken from the Reference Bible of the King James Version. Copyright 1994 by the Zondervan Corporation.

Published by AuthorHouse 04/11/2013

ISBN: 978-1-4817-0148-8 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4817-0108-2 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4817-0147-1 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2012924091

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Contents

Acknowledgement

Introduction: Blame Is My Favorite Color

Chapter (1) Shattered

Chapter (2) Severed Inside and Out

Chapter (3) Two-Faced

Chapter (4) Infected

Chapter (5) State Of Infection

Chapter (6) New Strands Develop

Chapter (7) I Pledge Allegiance to the Human Race

Chapter (8)  (BFF)  Best Friend Forever

Chapter (9) The Prodigal Spirit

Chapter (10) MONSTER MSM (Moms on Notice: Stop Traveling Easy Road; Make Sons Men)

Chapter (11) The Color of Hate

Chapter (12) God’s Schematics are All-Encompassing

Chapter (13) What Are Your Affiliations?

Chapter (14) Political Arbitrary Judases

Chapter (15) The Option to Fail or the Spirit to Achieve

Chapter (16) Ladies on Alert: Get to Know Yourselves Love Yourselves Then Your Man Will Find You

Chapter (17) The Art of Intimacy

Chapter (18) Rewind

Chapter (19) Forward

Chapter (20) Now I Pronounce myself; Infected by You, For Life

About the Author

Acknowledgement

In and of ourselves we are dirt, flesh, blood, and bones; with no substance. Kind of eerie to think about; isn’t it, we have no substance. We are void of feeling, compassion, moral fiber, foundation, integrity, emotions. We are statues; still, motionless yet present.

What we need to know; understand, then acknowledge is to be in and of God; we are desolate, formless and hollow; without him. God designs all the necessary; missing elements beyond dirt for whist he formed us. He is in charge of coating out volatile shells with the equipment needed in order for us to be made whole and holy.

God designs us because he loves us; let me repeat, God designs us because he loves us, not because he needs us. He also invariably chooses to design us in his own image; for the very same reason, because he loves us and desires we become his protégés; by way of inherit prototype. I won’t even attempt to describe the depths of love and enormous amounts of emotion, God feels for us; his very own individually, meticulously formed clay.

We as humans either accept his love, reject his love, abuse it or even worst despise it. Regardless of what decision we make; God willingly, freely gives us continued Grace and mercy. God sacrificed his only begotten son; for the sins of the world, none of which he committed. Even though he was not guilty; Jesus accepted the penalty of death, for our eternal gift of life.

Christ so loved us; he carried our sin, as he chose to suffer in our place, upon the cross. His blood was shed to offer us salvation. With that being said; when I think about acknowledgement I think of the greatest, most selfless act of love and compassion ever made. Jesus; I acknowledge you because before I even existed, you acknowledged me; by your gift of unconditional love. God I acknowledge you as the Great I AM, my rock of ages, my Jehovah Jireh, my Shalom, my Potter, my father, my Alpha and Omega. I know God is Wisdom because his eternal presence heads my spirit; of wise council, and resides in me.

I am a witness to the never ending goodness of God; to faith, hope and expectancy in him. Although I cannot see him I can hear him, I can feel him; ever so deep, in my soul. God is the calm within my perilous storms of life. Glory is to God the father, Glory is to God the son and Glory is to God the Holy Spirit.

Finally; I would like to acknowledge every one of my human siblings. I sincerely wish I could name each of you one by one. Every man, woman and child upon this earth, every nationality; God fearfully, wondrously created. In all truth; I want to know as many of my human siblings around the universe as possible. Diversity, versatility and adaptation are three of my most valued attributes. I want to practice and utilize those attributes as positively, productively and as humbly as possible; try me, my fellow siblings. I’m only an e-mail away; which is located throughout this vivid transcription, let’s chat, tell me all about you; as I have transcribed to you, about me; within the open page of Wisdom is Highly Contagious I’m Glad I’m terminally infected. I love you my human siblings; God bless you, and may he have mercy, on us all.

Introduction

Blame Is My Favorite Color

It is imperative to me as the clay of my prominent potter, God, who has given me these written words to transcribe through my spiritual vocabulary for you who read this book—the most profound infection of my life.

He is the purest, most divine spiritual image of love, sacrifice, forgiveness, faithfulness, hope, grace, and mercy.

In this spiritual image I describe to you, there are no blueprints to compare, because they always were and infinitely will be.

Manuals can be replicated, repeated, copied, or even changed, completely, none of which is humanly possible with this holy, powerful image; He is totally authentic.

There is no living or dead DNA to match the before, during, or current existence of the most holy image I so humbly and fearfully refer to as God the Father, God the son, God the holy spirit.

This one God, one Son, one helper, the Holy Spirit that abides within me—three entities that are one all-encompassing Spirit reigning in me to manifest a profound prophecy on my life as a co inhabitant to all the promises He has for me.

To all of us who know this spirit personally, there is no doubt that this most holy, perfect, omnipotent spirit has a divine calling upon all of our lives. You also know what is for me is for me, and what is for you, is promised to you.

Therefore every letter that I have formed a word, every word I form a phrase, every phrase I form a sentence, every sentence I have formed a paragraph and every paragraph I have formed this book has been granted full access by God, who has given me spiritual counsel to inject massive amounts of wisdom into my spirit to be used to communicate with others, through written words as well as nonverbal gestures as needed.

I have humbly invited this Holy Spirit, who only enters upon invitation, to live within the confines of my heart so that He alone receives the glory for the gifts and talents He has so graciously created in me.

I am excited to announce to all of you that will be blessed by the Holy Spirit upon reading this book that you will be terminally infected, as I have been, by the same overflow of love that dwells in me.

I also must say to those of you who are not infected or feel offended by this book willfully that it is not for you and I will not be affected by your denial of it.

My spirit does not fluctuate from greatest to least; it is equally yoked among spirit types that infect others away from vanity/insanity to the place where the wise at heart, mind, body, and spirit await to infect the unseen and unheard among us to empower them to be seen and heard by those whose ears are spiritually clogged to their vital messages. Those individuals we all can be blessed by as well as spiritually fed.

The next profound infection of a highly contagious nature I need to transcribe to you is my identity; roots, heritage, and culture. I take pride in being a protégé created within such a strong, courageous bloodline. Throughout history, and even until this very present generation, we found ways then, as we do now on a daily basis, to make survival a way of life instead of an opinion to life. I am blessed by the bloodline I am born of, and that is of African descent.

I transcribe this not to glorify my culture but to acknowledge my appreciation to and for the circumstances that led to the struggles my ancestors endured in the light of much hatred of them and hostility toward them in order for myself and millions of others I am a descendant of to first know opportunity does exist for our race; yet we must practice much patience then have zero tolerance of naysayers’ comments or rebuttals.

We must always discipline ourselves to set one obtainable goal at a time; we must work diligently in school, learning optimal reading, writing, science, and mathematics skills. Then we must work hard to utilize our knowledge and skills to create opportunities as we continue to become knowledgeable and committed to growth; these will maximize themselves into bigger and better opportunities for the future of our race.

Before I move on, I need to make reference to a beautiful song, we Fall Down but we get up; this song is sung by the pastor, gospel music artist Donnie McClurkin. This song was not written or sung for any particular race other than the human race to identify that being a Christian does not excuse us from falling; yet it does encourage us to get back up again.

It inspires me within my race because we have maintained strength and resilience to get back up again every time we have been kicked down or fallen down. We have found ways to dust ourselves off and get back up again, stronger and even more determined to push forward. A song written to encourage and bless the human race encouraged me within to my tinted skin born into and descendant of the African American race to be proud I am a prototype of such fine warriors among men.

Also, to Pastor Marvin Sapp, I never would have made a commitment to transcribe this book had I not been terminally infected by your gift of music through our faithful brother Jesus Christ, who has anointed you and your music for me and millions of people like myself to not only hear but recognize the power your music has to uplift, which has in turn blessed your gifts and talents with access to increase physically and spiritually.

Thank you both for accepting and utilizing your destiny to duty to glorify our creator, who is God and is forever worthy to be praised within and throughout this complex configuration we engage as life.

I am blessed with a gift to offer unity in one place entitled Wisdom is highly contagious, I’m glad I am terminally infected so that you may also be infected by it. I invite all cultures who take pride in themselves here as equals with no form of prejudice between us within the confines of these transcribed pages.

To all of you who reject my invitation, I say this to you: blame is my favorite color. This is a phrase I use to remind myself of who unselfishly chose to bear this cloak of blame for sins he did commit for every living being, even for those who had not yet lived. He did not go around and take a poll or collect data in some form of survey that involved intense study of pigmentation before he chose to lie down his life for our sins. He just purposefully loves every life as an equal.

So I say to you again who reject my invitation, blame is truly my favorite color, because Jesus Christ, a man of no sin, wore that color of blame that offered salvation to you and me. He loves you, and so do I. Now that everyone has been formally invited inside this book, let’s begin the story.

Chapter 1

Shattered

My life began on March 1, 1971, in Anderson, Indiana. I realized much later in my life that it invariably began upon my conception mentally, emotionally, spiritually.

I know my mother loves me more now than I ever knew then. She has always taken the best care she knows how of all three of her children.

Despite the fact of my mother not planning to have a third child, she never neglected me or intentionally tried to make me feel unwanted.

I don’t recall the first time I heard my mother mention that she used to look in catalogs when she was a young girl, cut out a man, a women, and two children—one boy and a girl—and that’s the way she had envisioned her life to be when she grew up.

When she grew up what she envisioned came true, until she became pregnant with me. I remember her saying she was so upset that she really didn’t take much interest in her appearance, because she felt utterly annoyed, agitated, and disgusted.

Studies have shown that a fetus reacts to the emotions of its mother in her womb throughout its growth and development stages; so without any fault of her own, my mother reacted the way she felt at the time of my conception, and that was annoyed, agitated, and disgusted.

Then, nine months later, I was born a part of a family that would always be mine but I would never feel fully connected to, because somewhere throughout the process of my growth and development, my mother’s emotional state affected me.

I need to emphasize the reason that I chose to discuss the nature of my condition is not to blame my mother by any means; it is honestly to help me express where a lot of my emotions, or lack thereof, stem from.

Despite those challenges, I was born physically

healthy, very bright, and with ample amounts of curiosity.

I was always eager to try to do things independently and then share my accomplishments with my parents. I recall being able to walk, talk and use my potty independently by the age of nine months, one example of this, I remember having a potty right outside my bedroom, and I would get up during the night, potty, and then proudly announce to my parents that I had successfully used the potty. They would acknowledge my late-night victory and then redirect me back to bed.

As I began to grow a little older, my curiosity and tenacity grew just as fast; I was able to recite all the letters in the alphabet before age two. I attributed most of my precocity to my older siblings; they always managed to lug me around and teach me something.

My brother took the time to play with me; I didn’t realize at that time he was just a kid himself, because I looked at him as being all grown-up. He would teach me the letters of the alphabet over and over again until eventually I was able to recite them alone, often in a song.

I was the small comedian of the family. I lived to laugh and create laughter around me. This was often not in the best interests of my older siblings, because though they sometimes enjoyed my mischief, they often got reprimanded as a result of it.

By the time I was three years old, my parents were separated, and they later divorced. I know that my father loved us dearly and it was not his intent to be forever departed from us. It took me many years to accept that though things happen between adults during a marriage that can cause unhappiness between them, that has no direct reflection on the children they created and both love unconditionally. When this happened to our family, I recognize now, it was a crucial point in my life that helped culture and feed the effects of my fetal detachment syndrome.

We eventually moved away, and my mother remarried. This time the man who became my stepfather was much older than my mother. He would prove to be intelligent, well-rounded, well-traveled, and an excellent provider. I can’t begin to explain the amounts of wisdom he dispersed upon us throughout the years. He embedded self-value deep into our core existence. I didn’t realize how much I would need and utilize those attributes much later in life.

He took every opportunity we gave him to provide us with knowledge and guidance. Through consistent patience, never raising his voice, he was willing and ready to answer our questions to advance our individual personalities. I recall everything I asked him. He found time and interesting ways to give me honest answers that ultimately yielded honest results to pertinent issues that I faced at that time.

He was born September fifth, 1917, a time in history when there was much prejudice. He never talked about it as a bad time; he only would talk about positive experiences he had during those times. He never displayed animosity toward any being, as far as I can remember. His actions led us all to believe all men were equals.

He encouraged us to be openly diverse in our thinking as well as in our actions. He showed us how to find a common place among all people to set standards of love, communication, and unity. We were raised not to see color but to see potential friends in every new person we met. We learned early on that adversity is not an asset but a burden inflicted upon one’s mind that, when taught and instilled, can destroy one’s ability to be open to diversity within our culture, society, and world entirely.

I began to experience and learn more about this lesson in life after we moved away from my home, Indiana, in 1980.We began heading south. By this time, we had become well traveled as a family and had also become exposed to multiple beings of many cultures and lifestyles.

With that being the case, you would have thought we should have been prepared for our first move, to Richmond, Virginia, in 1980. Unfortunately; we had zero experience with segregation inside or outside the schools systems. This would be our first time attending an all-black school. It was astonishing to us, because we had never been exposed to any educational institution, physical environment being separated by color.

This change was traumatic for all of us; I think it began to open our eyes to the reality we had not been exposed to, and that is the world is not so free and equal to all men. This lesson was pretty much an immediate one; we saw no diversity in culture anymore at the schools we attended in Richmond, Virginia.

We experienced a lot of attitudes and behaviors we were not accustomed to. It also seemed the children we were around then thought about diversity much differently than we did; actually, they appeared to have no interest outside of the black culture and the oppressed mentality. There were a lot of drugs used inside the schools, students brought weapons to school, and there seemed to be unrest at some point throughout each school day.

The only thing I found to be positive about an all-black school was a firsthand account of black history taught by black teachers, describing past and present roles black Americans played where it applied to the growth and development of our country.

We remained in Richmond, Virginia, for one school year before my parents decided to move farther south to my mother’s birthplace and childhood home, North Carolina.

Now that I have reached this point in this transcript, my spirit suggested that I confer with my sister, because I felt it necessary to accurately describe my feelings as well as hers concerning our move to North Carolina.

Unfortunately, I am not able to include my brother’s views and feelings about the many transformations that took place in our lives from when we left Indiana up until now, because he died in August, 2007. I will say this: on his beloved behalf, his heart was as wide as the ocean and much deeper than the waves that consumed him in August of 2007.

He struggled with personal addictions, but who really abused him were people much like myself. I was not innocent in his affliction. We as human beings have a tendency to kick a person when they are already at their lowest point instead of reaching down and helping them wipe off, and then encouraging them to move forward.

Again, I am guilty of this behavior myself, as my story will continue to unveil. Nevertheless; I need to pay tribute to my beloved brother, Dewayne Tyrone Simmons, whose spirit bubbled up with love that very few were able to capture—but I did, from the first time I remember laying eyes on him. I am truly thankful for all the moments we shared—good and bad. I have always admired him, and I will always love him. I know his spirit is within this transcript to spread peace, comfort, and condolence for those whose spirits seek severance; as yours did, and mine, throughout the pages of this transcript.

Now, with that acknowledgment being made, it is now only me and my sister who can describe our transition best. I felt compelled to have her insight included in how and what I, she interpreted life to have been when we moved south as opposed to how we had been raised prior to that point. I knew although we are siblings, she is five years older than I and perceptions may vary as well as differ altogether.

Sure enough; when I called my sister to discuss with her that I was transcribing a book that would include excerpts from our childhood, especially as it related to the experiences that took place as we moved to the south, she did have totally different views on the situation, transition that changed the quality of our lives.

She began to speak candidly on how she loved our family yet she had always felt misplaced within it. Those feelings we shared, but she went on to say she also felt misplaced among her own peer group and most people in general. She went on to discuss how she vividly remembered being rejected by our brother. She felt he always held contempt at her birth. They were very close in age. She talked about how he never wanted to be seen with her. She then discussed how she knew our relationship was much different. She knew he loved me. But with her being the middle child, she had no older sibling to relate to and confide in, and I was too young to relate to her.

She remembered, and so did I, how my brother and I emotionally tormented her by being contemptuous toward her. I then commented, I know we were I also knew that you didn’t like me much either, in which now I feel like the dislike was well earned. Then she jokingly replied, well, sis, if you’re going to include that part in the transcript, please be sure and attach all the reasons I didn’t like you very much! I assured her I would before we hung up so; here goes readers.

I was spoiled, self-centered, manipulative, angry,