Kids from poor homes emerge (if at all) later in life than they ought to. There are multiple reasons for this but I’ll drop just one because of character limits imposed by WhatsApp. Their talents either go unrecognized or poorly understood by their parents/guardians, and are therefore poorly incubated. Because poor people generally have poor education, an outspoken child might be mislabeled as “talkative” and hushed. Only after achieving sovereignty would such a child get a child to rekindle that talent. Another example is where a child receives a meager allowance from their parents and decides to save (as little as it is). This is often interpreted by poor parents as excess. Meaning that since the child is able to save, there’s no need for pocket money, so they cut off the allowance. Everything is done to cut off every chance of that child escaping the dominant frequency they were born into. Sometimes the poor family, poor neighborhood, poor school or poor zip code of that child is the first prison. Poor parents who were beaten by the system, were in turn hypnotized to keep the kids in line. “Be humble. Stop showing yourself” lol. Meanwhile their vocabulary is even too poor to understand the actual meaning of humility. What they know is the broke nigga definition, aka, the slave definition. You know, like when back on the slave plantation, the smartest slaves had to be kept in check lest they corrupt the rest into freedom… The few slaves that were literate had to hide it because it was illegal for slaves to be able to read. Anyway, I digress. This is why rich primary schools schedule ‘excursions’ taking us out of our locale to expose us to environments and individuals of higher frequencies. I didn’t understand it then, but I get it now in retrospect. As a man thinks in his heart, so is he. For some people, they first hear messages like mine, much later in life, say their 30s. And yes, it resonates and they start to act accordingly… But imagine if they won the genetic lottery and were born to parents who were ‘free’. Imagine if your kids won the genetic lottery and were born to… YOU 🙂 — J.O. PS: Pardon my typos. At least that’s how you know I can never use AI 😅