You Deserve…: Health, Happiness, Success, Prosperity, & Love!

By Joan B Townsend

You Deserve...Health, Happiness, Success, Prosperity, & Love intended purpose is to elevate and activate the knowing that you are spiritual beings here on earth to have a human experience of enjoying life by understanding who you are and Whose you are! By combining Biblical inspired Holy Scriptures with common everyday human experiences the desire is to activate the innate abilities residing dormant inside of you and that you become motivated to step into your greatness!!!

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Nov 1, 2019
• ISBN: 9781543985450

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Print ISBN: 978-1-54398-544-3

eBook ISBN: 978-1-54398-545-0

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

God has granted me the opportunity to meet people from all walks of life and from all over the world and everyone has a story! I have listened to interesting conversations, eloquent preaching, spectacular teaching and read conscious enlightening books and/or letters that have been intentionally written with care and purpose. Therefore, I dedicate this book to all of those sages, teachers, preachers, friends, family, the very young and the very old, those that are living and those that have transitioned on and to offer privacy names have been changed and/or omitted and any events that resembles an occurrence that you have experienced is purely coincidental.

However, for the following people you have been most valuable to me as your words were infectious and has helped to change my perception of life for the better: Dr. Hassan, M.D., Dr. Goode, M.D., Albert Greene, Dr. K.C. Price, Bishop T. D. Jakes, Rev. Michael B. Beckwith, Rev. Frederick J. Eikerenkoetter II, Dr. Wayne Dyer PhD, Shawn C. Carter, Persian Poet Rumi, and The Holy Bible (King James Version).

Eternal love,

Joan B. Townsend

You

Deserve…

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Deserving is one of life’s concepts that so many people shy away from because it speaks to their subconscious minds and to their heart of hearts that they are worthy to be treated in a way that will esteems them higher than their conscious minds allows them to think about themselves. This pre-conditioning thought process of being not deserving enough is often times a result of environmental conditioning originating from generational curses passed on either consciously or subconsciously from generation to generation or from the neighborhood you grew up in or the golf team you belonged to. There are so many different situation and circumstances that affect the way we think about ourselves as well as about others. Some cultures conditions their people to think because they are born in a particular family that they can never rise above that families economic, educational, health and welfare in life. Meaning if you were born to parents that are servants then you’ll become a servant. After all that was what your great grandfather did, your grandfather, and your father so it’s only right that you too will be a servant. Wrong!!! We all deserve to be and to do whatever we desire to do and be in this game called life. Therefore, breaking the concept that you must fall in line with the generational curse of poverty, lack, hopelessness is erroneous to the infinite degree! Delete the concept that have been deep-rooted in your mind to think that you are unworthy of life’s many delicious and most auspicious rewards that so many people are able to take for granted all because they’ve been taught that they deserve the best and only the best all of the time.

For this reason, I asked myself the question of why is it that some people buy in to not enough shying away from the goodness of life and some people accept and expect the goodness of life and will have it no other way! Or better yet, why is it that some people are taught from birth that they deserve the best and are born into an environment where all that they see are the wonderful things in and of life. When on the other hand, another baby born at the same exact time to parents that live in abstract poverty and the baby grows up seeing the struggles and strife of life and low and behold I had my answer. One child has wealth, love, happiness instilled within them from conception. The couple find out they are pregnant and are over joyed and throw a baby having party! On the other hand the other couple finds out they are pregnant and are overwhelmed with grief of how will they be able to afford all of the items that come along with being pregnant and birthing a baby into the world. Stress immediately sets in with the mother and unborn child regarding what their fate in life will be.

Armed with an innate curiosity I began talking to people about everything that life could offer be the experience positive, negative, or indifferent. It really didn’t make a difference to me about color, creed, nationality, income levels, or if they were green with polka dot stripes, glowed in the moonlight or hid from the daylight. If you had a story to tell and everyone does I had ears and made time to hear that story. I became interested in the game of life and all of its players and for the first time the old saying of don’t have the player hate the game meant more to me than simply being something cool I learned to say way back in junior high school.

Suddenly, God graciously opened up the windows of His Universe and began to bring people from every nationality, economic status, religious preference, Centennials to Baby-boomers from all across the globe into my space of time and place to talk to me about the things that matter most to them or things that they cared most about. I had strangers opening up to talk to me in the most unusual places. One time I listened to a young man talk to me about his wife, children, and her boyfriend in a mobile phone store for 2 hours and when he finished talking he looked at me and apologized for talking to me for so long especially since he didn’t know me. I smiled and assured him that it was okay, because obviously he needed someone to talk to. Before long every time I went somewhere I ran into people that wanted to talk to me about music, cars, vacations, suicide, careers, jobs, children, relationships, prison, clothes, housing, finances, celebrities, food, sex, water, health, dis-eases, sports, movies, birthdays, parents, friends, co-workers, hurts, pains, disappointments, organ donations, religion, God, Mother Earth, parallel planets, Atlas Shrugging, genetics, murder, presidential elections, burning of cares, skin color, ultra-violet rays, suga daddies, tattoos, juicing, motor cycles, and so much more! I felt as if God was speaking through me to His children, because more often than not when the conversation would be over I’d walk away saying God I know that was you, because I don’t know a thing about that or Lord thank you for being there, because s/he needed you today and I did too, because I wouldn’t have known what to say or how to act to that conversation on my own. Before long I had transitioned from a struggling participant over to a willing participant allowing the love of God to demonstrate through me.

Please keep in mind that the people that came across my path were so diverse in cultures that I was amazed to realize that each human experience regardless of the package it was being delivered from was like a red onion strong enough to make you cry from the many layers of unfortunate bitter issues to the sweetness of the juices of freedom once enough layers were peeled back enough to release the benefits of going through the sting of the situation. I began to understand that the cares were the same regardless of fame, fortune, gender, sexual, bisexual, no sexual, try sexual, pink skin, brown skin, long hair, no hair, educated, saint, sinner, American, Russian, it really didn’t matter and that most differences resided in the minds of the individuals that thought that she or he was different in some way.

It was interesting to recognize the emotions and mind sets of those that gave no thought to deserving to be healthy, happy, successful, prosperous, experiencing unconditional love and money to the emotions and mind sets of those that worried about and even subconsciously and sometimes consciously thought that they did not deserve to be healthy, happy, successful, prosperous, experiencing unconditional love, and money. As I continued to ponder why the difference in some people and even figuring out where I myself stood on each topic I succumbed to the ideology of ‘this is my view for right now until this view is proven that it no longer serves me then, and only then, will I be mature enough to let this view go and evolve to a more enlightened view of the subject matter at hand and that it will be okay if I changed my mind for the sake of growth and evolution’. I realized it was going to be an interesting journey to discovering answers that are hidden in plain sight as well as hidden answers to questions that even the persons that they are hidden from don’t recognize are hidden from them!

Case in point, a happy go lucky Caucasian thirty something lady in Virginia named Ginna had brown hair, a big smile and freckles was having a light hearted conversation with me about her work environment and she told me that there will always be worker bees and that all of the ladies in her office that did the bulk of the work but paid the least wages were African American women and that it will always be that way. Ginna felt deserving of a higher salary for doing the least amount of work and she enjoyed the thought of being paid more than the African American women that were hard at work shuffling papers and crunching numbers on a computer all day. Interested in this point of view I then talked to one of the African American women in Ginna’s office curious to hear how they felt about working in a Ginnaism environment. Upon approaching one of the African American women, I immediately noticed the lack of luster and enthusiasm that I noticed in Ginna and I casually began the conversation just as Ginna had began the conversation with me and I asked her view on the work to salary difference and her response was girl, I’m just happy to have a job I keep my head down and do what they ask me to do, collect my check and gone on about my business, besides they give raises to who they want to when they want to. Pausing for a few moments to size me up she continued with you know these white folks think they are better than everybody else.

Intrigued by the differences of perceptions the two ladies carried in their hearts one of deserving and one of acceptance I thought about the two babies mentioned above one born into the concept of deserving by loving parents and one born into an environment of struggle and defeatism of wondering if survival is possible. I kept thinking about the statements and ideologies of there will always be worker bees and you know these people think they are better than everybody else. Later that night I asked God to give me answers to why one ladies view point was one of deserving and the other ladies view point was that of defeatism. I began aimlessly looking through papers, pictures, letters, and post cards that I had received over the years from various people not looking for anything in particular, but just looking and smiling as I came across certain tokens that brought back memories and smiles. I picked up two old warn letters that a man named John Brown had given to me when I was about 10 years old that I had read and knew there was value in the letters that John Brown had given to me as he always had a lesson of some sort to teach me. The first letter was written by Willie Lynch and the second letter was written by Jourdon Anderson:

Greetings,

Gentlemen. I greet you here on the bank of the James River in the year of our Lord one thousand seven hundred and twelve. First, I shall thank you, the gentlemen of the Colony of Virginia, for bringing me here. I am here to help you solve some of your problems with slaves. Your invitation reached me on my modest plantation in the West Indies, where I have experimented with some of the newest, and still the oldest, methods for control of slaves. Ancient Rome would envy us if my program is implemented. As our boat sailed south on the James River, named for our illustrious King, whose version of the Bible we cherish, I saw enough to know that your problem is not unique. While Rome used cords of wood as crosses for standing human bodies along its highways in great numbers, you are here using the tree and the rope on occasions. I caught the whiff of a dead slave hanging from a tree, a couple miles back. You are not only losing valuable stock by hangings, you are having uprisings, slaves are running away, your crops are sometimes left in the fields too long for maximum profit, you suffer occasional fires, your animals are killed. Gentlemen, you know what your problems are; I do not need to elaborate. I am not here to enumerate your problems, I am here to introduce you to a method of solving them. In my bag here, I HAVE A FULL PROOF METHOD FOR CONTROLLING YOUR BLACK SLAVES. I guarantee every one of you that, if installed correctly, IT WILL CONTROL THE SLAVES FOR AT LEAST 300 HUNDREDS YEARS. My method is simple. Any member of your family or your overseer can use it. I HAVE OUTLINED A NUMBER OF DIFFERENCES AMONG THE SLAVES; AND I TAKE THESE DIFFERENCES AND MAKE THEM BIGGER. I USE FEAR, DISTRUST AND ENVY FOR CONTROL PURPOSES. These methods have worked on my modest plantation in the West Indies and it will work throughout the South. Take this simple little list of differences and think about them. On top of my list is AGE, but it’s there only because it starts with an a. The second is COLOR or shade. There is INTELLIGENCE, SIZE, SEX, SIZES OF PLANTATIONS, STATUS on plantations, ATTITUDE of owners, whether the slaves live in the valley, on a hill, East, West, North, South, have fine hair, course hair, or