Sabotage Is,

Sabotage: The Extension of Survival

In this episode, we expose and dig up a new root. Sabotage is one of the most successful extensions of survival; it works to keep you locked into a counterfeit perspective of what "has to be," effectively preventing you from ever exploring the "what if" of your true creation.

Survival and sabotage are all functioning under one big ruler. When we are rooted in this system, we are blinded to our original nature. Sabotage is the tool used to block you from seeking the understanding of who you really are, keeping you trailing far away from your assigned destiny.

Tune in to learn more about how this system causes us to settle for a counterfeit identity, and how we begin the process of establishing our royal nature in its place.

✨ ABOUT THE HOST

Munirah T. Alli is a devoted wife, mother, big sister, daughter, friend, and an Internationally Certified Life Coach. With over 15 years of experience in wellness, her work spans spiritual and emotional healing, transformative coaching, and youth music therapy. Munirah has committed her life to embodying and promoting emotional and spiritual well-being.

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Transcript

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Sabotage is designed for you and I to walk away from everything that we dream so that we can be the complete opposite of who we've been designed to be. Now I factually know no one has clearly stated this to you before, but my sister, my love daughter, baby girl, listen here, woman, you are God's masterpiece. And the very first words that were spoken about us, the woman to him was, now this is good. So before we were deemed anything or damned because of jealousy and lack of accountability, that good thing, a good thing, sis, will remain to be. So let me redeem you now from your core, my sister, because sabotage has been greeting us now for centuries, taking our creation rights at the door of life before we even understand the meaning of explore. And blatantly I say this and hear me clearly. Sabotage is a thief's weapon, and a painful one at that. This don't fight fair ever. For the marks left from just one encounter with it will have you searching or not for who you truly are meant to be. Sabotage Na he doesn't work alone. He comes in strong and surrounds you with the negativity trio. His twin cousins, doubt and worry, and the biggest bully of them all, fear. Because molestation from these four beings will keep you trailing far away from alignment into your assigned destiny. I'm speaking from my own reality, for see sabotage settled beside me early, perching itself on its makeshift throne, mimicking mine, with a shadow so dark that it hid the weapon that I was born with to fight against it, and anything that would and could attempt to destroy who God had made me to be. And this happened long before I even had the ability to understand my own royalty. And just like you, I too was born a queen. But unfortunately, my crown was actually tied to me, hanging like a baby's binking, swinging with no direction. See, I was tried to be forced into a princess life, but that was never for me. Because, see, I was actually created to govern by way of his lead. But my rulership was forced prematurely and without instruction. I was forced to be strong in a world where I should have just been able to be weak. From where I'm from, see, strength is preached from the view of strength. But see, I promise you, I tried being strong, and the evidence gathered as a result of my tested hypotheses presented the boundless truths that strength is actually experienced authentically when I accepted weakness as its strategy of refinement for me. For where I am weak, he God is strong. And God's strength indeed is real for real. It's sturdy and it's forged in the integrity of his original identity of me. But see, sabotage tried to use all of that against me, thinking that as long as I was forged in a form of elevation, it was actually used as an abomination. See, strength in its worldly form, it's just another collaborator alongside survival, for it feeds it through confusion, assigned by their daddy, abandonment, the unseen principality king. And the way this king rules is by forcing you into darkness, by pressure, of seeds forced to grow by the way of a presence forced into self-inflicted death wounds, continually being patched by sabotage's residue, consistently causing you to repeatedly capture the same selfie of the counterfeit version of you, with the hopes of you never actually identifying that beauty mark of your individual eternal destiny. But see, life just becomes an elevated extract of the generation before, the way things have been going, you know, and then we cycle the lie that we're not the good thing. See, sabotage literally sabotages our ability to even perceive that we are the best, one of the best things God ever created. Now, why do I say that with so much confidence? Because just as he explained to me, woman was the very first verbal documentation. I mean, it was said out loud by somebody else that we were the good thing. That came out of man's mouth. And because he said so, we forever will be, regardless of what it seems. So to you, my sister, we all come from that same mister, who was created by the master. Think about that. Regardless of what's been amplified, my sister, you are royalty. And sabotage was just created exactly for you and me to never achieve that. But our royal garments still exist. Your royal garment still exists, sis. Matter of fact, is you've been wearing it, you just haven't been able to understand why the weight of you being different has been so heavy. Because, see, your cloak is your original identity. So stop dragging it, put it on, get comfortable, lay uncomfortable, and stop dragging that crown via your ankle. For it's time to pull it up past your waistline cyst, above your chest so your heart can beat freely, past your neck so it can quit looking back. Because your crown is heavy and it requires you to have a forward facing, forward vision, forward position forever. So sit down on your throne, my sister. Sit firmly. Bow your head just a bit so your crown can be placed tightly and firmly. And sit soft and pretty, quietly observing God's intentions of you from the beginning. And my sister, my daughter, best friend, mama, auntie, cousin, whomever you'll be, we must remember that we are really fighting a war that we can physically see. That's why words exist. Because what's once spoken, they manifest physically. The reasons wars even exist is because of the war in the unseen. The whispers, the lies, the inherited feces of what was before that never should have been a part of our identities. But listen, sis, you deserve to know that woman's creator is waiting for you to live in the covenant of reality that says you indeed are Earth's first royalty. You are the nurturing foundation of the help that man needed to govern internally, but from a heaven on earth mentality, and because of this everlasting truth, my sister, sabotage has to forfeit its control of your identity. So it's time to dethrone that thing and walk it free. Are you ready? Because he sabotage had to leave me.