Author: Vanessa Moonkie

Happy new month family. We are officially on chapter 8 !! Each time we are presented with the new , we are to make a conscious decision to let go of the old. God has brought us into a new season but He cannot force us to step in. Many people are still stuck in 2022 , “I wish it remained like that. I wish I could go back to the good old days,” hear what Solomon says,

“Do not say, “Why were the old days better than these?” For it is not wise to ask such questions.”
‭‭Ecclesiastes‬ ‭7‬:‭10‬ ‭NIV‬‬

Do not say July was much better because you do not know what God has in store for you in August. There is more! There is better! There are brighter days! It may seem like you aren’t really making progress from the vision board you created at the beginning of the year but stay aligned to the leading of the Holy Spirit. When Ruth lost her husband, Boaz was busy elsewhere minding his business but the bible is clear on this ; all Ruth had to do was follow Naomi and all Boaz had to do was to stay in Bethlehem. Our instructions for August may differ, don’t relocate when you’re supposed to stay, don’t give in to emotional distress, do not fear. I pray that your long awaited testimony will find its way to you this August. I love you.

Here’s todays chapter of:

THE SEER OF THE HILLS (3)

Nandi’s mind raced with conflicting emotions—fear for her son’s safety, pride in his extraordinary gift, and a gnawing ache of separation. She knew the priestess of the hills was revered for her wisdom and connection to the spirits, she was also , a witch, the thought of Malusi leaving their humble village filled her with a profound sorrow.

As dusk settled over the gathering, the decision was finalized. Malusi would be taken to the hills, accompanied by the elder and a few trusted villagers. Nandi clung to her son, whispering words of love and encouragement, trying to imprint every detail of his face in her memory.

The journey to the priestess’s sanctuary was arduous, winding through dense forests and up steep paths that seemed to stretch toward the heavens. Malusi walked with a quiet determination, his gaze fixed on the distant peaks where his future awaited.

At last, they reached the sanctuary—a clearing bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, nestled amidst towering trees. The priestess, a figure draped in robes adorned with symbols of ancient wisdom, welcomed Malusi with a serene smile. Her eyes held a depth of understanding that both comforted and unnerved Nandi.

“Welcome, young seer,” the priestess spoke, her voice carrying a melody that seemed to resonate with the very rhythms of the earth. “You have been chosen to walk the path of the spirits. Fear not, for you are in the hands of those who guide us all.”

Nandi embraced Malusi one last time, her tears mingling with the whispers of leaves overhead. She watched as he followed the priestess into the sanctuary, disappearing from her sight but never from her heart.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Nandi clung to the hope that Malusi was safe, that he was fulfilling his destiny as the elders had foreseen. She tended to their small hut, finding solace in the familiar rhythms of daily life yet haunted by the absence of her son’s laughter

And in the quiet of the nights, when the hills whispered secrets carried on the wind, Nandi whispered her own prayers. Prayers for Malusi’s protection, for his wisdom to grow, and for the day when he would return to her, a bearer of light and peace.

In the stillness of the night, when the village slept and the moon bathed the world in silver, Nandi slipped away from her humble hut. Her heart fluttered with a mix of apprehension and longing as she made her way toward the sanctuary hidden among the hills—the place where her son, Malusi, had been taken to commune with the spirits.

The path was familiar yet treacherous, winding through dense forests and steep inclines that seemed to stretch toward the heavens. Nandi’s steps were guided by a mother’s love and an unyielding determination to see her son once more, to reassure herself that he was safe amidst the mysteries that had engulfed their lives.

As she approached the sanctuary, the sacred grove greeted her with a hushed reverence. Shadows danced among the ancient trees, their whispers mingling with the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. Nandi’s breath caught in her throat as she glimpsed the flickering glow of the sacred fire, the heart of the sanctuary where rituals were performed and prayers ascended to the heavens.

There, beneath the canopy of stars that bore witness to the secrets of the night, Nandi saw him—Malusi, standing with the priestess amidst the quietude of the sanctuary. His form was illuminated by the soft light of the fire, his eyes reflecting the depths of a journey that had transformed him in ways she could scarcely imagine.

“Malusi,” Nandi whispered, her voice carrying across the clearing like a prayer uttered in the silence of the soul.

Malusi turned, his eyes widening in disbelief and joy as he beheld his mother standing before him. 
What was she doing there? It was a crime!

Hey Family! Happy Wednesday. First of all l just want us to do something together. Place your hand on your chest, leave it there a couple of seconds. Be very attentive. This is not yoga or all those “connect” to the goddess type of things. Can you feel your heart beating? Did you remind God to wake you up? Is your heart beating because you’re beautiful? Is it because you are intelligent? Are we alive because we are better than those who passed on? Why is your heart beating? The answer is a name – GOD.

Often times we only want to praise and worship because of material things, things money can buy. What about the fact that your eyes are reading this today and your mind is absorbing and understanding? Your mind actually remembers words you learnt years ago. Your mind knows a language called “English” you can read it, understand it and even allow it to command/instruct you. You are not crazy. Oh how about your fingers, scrolling here daily, the soundness of your mind lets your fingers know that it’s time to scroll and read some more. Do you know that your body communicates with itself? Are you the one who tells it that walking means moving one leg after the other? The paradox is that your mind uses itself to understand itself . Why are we what and who we are? Who has done all this? The answer is a name – GOD.

I know you may not be where you want to be, you may not have all you want to have but being alive means you have a chance to become. If you can’t seem to find a reason to worship; place your hand on your chest over and over again. Let that be your guide to the secret place. With every beat, your heart whispers a name – GOD.

“So here I am in the place of worship, eyes open, drinking in your strength and glory. In your generous love I am really living at last! My lips brim praises like fountains. I bless you every time I take a breath; My arms wave like banners of praise to you.”
‭‭Psalms‬ ‭63‬:‭2‬-‭4‬ ‭MSG‬‬

Remember the heart beat. ❤️

“So Delilah said to Samson, “Tell me the secret of your great strength and how you can be tied up and subdued.” Then she said to him, “How can you say, ‘I love you,’ when you won’t confide in me? This is the third time you have made a fool of me and haven’t told me the secret of your great strength.” With such nagging she prodded him day after day until he was sick to death of it. So he told her everything.
‭‭Judges‬ ‭16‬:‭6‬, ‭15‬-‭17‬ ‭NIV‬‬

Delilah was not interested in knowing about Samson’s strength before she met with the rulers. Judas had not interest in selling Jesus before they came with the money. There are people who come , deals that come, that lure men into what they’d have never done. Money. Sex. Business Deals. We usually judge people like Judas and Delilah because nobody has come to you with that much money. People like Peter are the “bad boys” but how many times do we deny Christ in our daily lives.

The bible says Delilah chose money over Samson. That is how lowly she thought of him. A man who was the talk of town, he was a headache to the Philistine government, a different man, anointed, unique but here comes a woman who thought money was better than Samson. It’s very clear that she didn’t love him. He was alone in that relationship. I know that many people struggle a lot with this. Being with a partner who is there just to pass time. You are the one that’s busy with paragraphs. You’re the one that’s busy with hearts. They don’t care whether you are sick or dead and I think it reflects a lot more on those who have to deal with wounds. Did Samson really not see that she didn’t love him? Or did he think his love was enough for both of them? Was he so love starved that he stayed where there was no reciprocation? Was he so desperate? Is it because other relationships didn’t work out? Did he feels he’s too old he has to settle for this woman? Was it because this one was better than his ex , although still toxic but “better” toxic? Did he feel there was a part of him that needed acceptance and so Delilah was close to that? Why stay there until you die?

I think the crazy thing about all this is , Delilah had already subdued Samson. She didn’t need to know the secret to his strength but she was his weakness. She was the secret to his weaknesses. She subdued him the moment he stayed in a relationship where he wasn’t loved. The power the person you love has over you is bigger than you think. Delilah’s power over Samson was bigger than he thought. It was not physical, it was emotional. Anyone who has your emotions gathering and scattering has your whole being! In the face of love , lust , emotions, even the strongest of men – fall. Adam ate the fruit.

Delilah said to Samson , “How can you say you love me when you can’t open up to me?” How can you say “l love you” when you can’t give me sex? How can you say “I love you” when you can’t give me money? How can you say you love me when you can’t tell me your pin, tell me what you don’t tell others, knowing very well she was the worst person to tell. Sometimes we run and become vulnerable to the devil himself. We find ourselves on Delilah’s lap and it’s nothing like the prostitute so we assume it’s better . Your new gf wears long skirts so she’s better than the last who used to swear but this one is manipulative. I can imagine how many people have shown their vulnerable self to people who went and backstabbed them. Jesus reveals his identity to Judas and Judas thinks of how that information will give him money .

Your weakness is the person you have allowed into your heart. Your weakness is the Delilah you have allowed to occupy your whole being. Stop worrying about all the witches in the world, in your heart , right there, that’s where the issue is. “It’s just that I love her,” but does she love you? I have come to understand the healthiness in reciprocated love. Genuine love is safe love. Where I can tell you my past and not be afraid that I will be on the next newpaper. Love between friends. Love between family members because some Delilah’s are the cousins we love so much and the many friends who secretly wish we would crumble. These are real life issues, discern who’s who and who to tell stuff to! Please!

You don’t have to speak about things you’re not comfortable with to prove love. I don’t have to tell you , I can tell my pastor. He didn’t have to tell her because he loved her, that’s manipulation. Your friends don’t owe you an update about everything to prove love. Jesus only the disciples somethings a little later because there’s timing for it.

If Samson knew his love would be his death , was he going to give his heart away so easily? Certainly not.

It’s a long topic guys . Let’s keep going ❤️

“Some time later Samson fell in love with a woman named Delilah from the Sorek Valley. The rulers of the Philistines went to her with a plan: “Trick Samson into telling you the secret of his great strength. Find out how we can subdue him. We’ll tie him up and make him helpless. Then each of us will give you eleven hundred pieces of silver.”
‭‭Judges‬ ‭16‬:‭4‬-‭5‬ ‭TPT‬‬

Hey family. Happy new week. It’s the last week of the month, you may feel exhausted, joyful or maybe your plans didn’t work out BUT we are alive, we have yet another chance! I believe many of us feeling the Labour pains are about to give birth, the baby is coming, the Labour is not in vain. There’s a travail that comes first then the baby comes out, head out, shoulders, and so on but when you give birth your baby will cry and that sound will be your sound of victory! Get ready for the baby’s cry; it is the cry of victory!

Anyhoo… After Samson slept with the prostitute, the bible says he fell in love. He “slept” with a woman who was all about sex then later he “fell in love” with a woman he thought was worth more. Someone can say “oh but she was a prostitute!” She was still worth more. I know people make bad choices in life but sometimes it also takes meeting one person who can help you make the right choices to change. The other woman was a sex appointment, the other woman was his heart’s home. This is the reality we live in. When compromise, we add our names on the list of those who are not worth more. What is more? It is to be loved and chosen. Not stripped and dumped.

This topic will be so long 😭. So this is not judgement to anyone who’s made mistakes before. This is to bring us to understand parts of this story that we may easily overlook because we’re looking for the part where they cut his hair and we stay on “your hair will grow again” eiii there’s a verse that says , later on he fell in love! I really want to know what was different about Delilah? Samson clearly had a women problem but he meets Delilah and he somehow gets tamed. He is no longer running to sleep with the prostitute, he is laying his head on Delilah’s lap now. Casual sex can only make you happy for a while, hearts are looking for more; for love. Put some value on your name. Both men and women.

Delilah was not an ordinary woman. As a matter of fact, she is one of the meanest biblical women. Samson’s inability to control his lusts led him to a woman who was a double agent. He couldn’t discern. He had never discerned in a relationship before. He could discern times to fight but love matters failed him. The fact that at work you are one of the best employees , you’re even the advisor to the CEO doesn’t mean that you’ll automatically marry right. The fact that you are good in one area doesn’t mean you’re good in all. Your weakness like Cain’s are drawing sin close to your door. Know your weaknesses and work on them. Don’t base your entire life on “I’m strong in this area” what about the areas where you lack?!

Delilah was a woman who had a relationship with government. Her associates appear to be the rich and powerful leaders of the day. She was not your normal pretty face. She was strategically positioned by the devil to weaken a strong man. The strong man instead of discerning, found himself in the snare of the fowler. The Philistines offered Delilah money, so there was a negotiation on a man’s head. A man she was supposed to protect, she sold out. She could’ve taken the money and still told Samson , he would’ve fought them but she chose to work with the enemy till the end. Did she not love this man? When you cheat , do you really love your partner? When you accep stuff from other men or other women, are you not a Delilah? Do people’s lives crumble when they’re with you?

Delilah was not called a prostitute according to the bible. She is not even called a Philistine. She was a woman who betrayed a man who loved her for money. Betraying the woman who loves you for sex. Betraying your friends to fit in with the cool kids. Betraying your God to serve other gods. A Delilah spirit. Samson is known as the world’s strongest man yet he became weak because of his choice of a woman. The strongest man died at the hands of a woman. You’re not strong if you cannot control your lust. Lust for money. Lust for things. Lust for sex. That is something the devil will use to bring you to your knees.

While Samson was focused on love, Delilah was focused on getting her pay cheque. Todays lesson is in these three areas ;

• Becoming more valuable by holiness
• Discernment in relationships
• Asking the question, Am l a Delilah?

We still have a long way to go😮‍💨 . Let me say to you, holiness is our protection. Why didn’t he find a good woman and marry? Many people are dragging their feet in the issue of marriage but they are speeding to undress. Do we really know what’s at stake? Are we willing to risk it all for closeness to Delilah? Are we willing to lose it all for companionship that is not even in the will of God for us?

Samson fell in love with the wrong person and that was the end of his life. The day he gave his heart to the wrong one, he lost more than his strength. I urge us, to consider these things. ❤️

The decision loomed before the elders, heavy with the weight of tradition and the unknown. Nandi saw the conflict in their eyes—the struggle between honoring ancient customs and embracing the possibility that Malusi’s visions held a key to a future they dared not imagine.

As the sun dipped lower, casting long shadows that stretched toward the hills, the eldest elder finally spoke. His voice, though aged and frail, carried the authority of generations past.

“Malusi,” he began, his gaze searching the boy’s face as if seeking answers in his eyes. “Your visions are a gift from the spirits. They speak of a time of change, of peace. We will heed their guidance.”

Relief flooded through Nandi, mingled with a lingering fear. The decision meant her son would stay, at least for now. But the hills still whispered their ancient secrets, and the spirits remained elusive in their intentions.

As the villagers dispersed, murmuring among themselves, Nandi pulled Malusi close. She held him tightly, her heart overflowing with a mother’s love and a silent prayer for protection. For in the embrace of the village, under the watchful eyes of the elders, Malusi was safe.

Yet Nandi knew that the hills held mysteries that even the elders could not fully comprehend. And as she gazed toward the darkening horizon, she wondered what future lay ahead for her son, chosen by light and shadow alike.

One evening, as the sun dipped low behind the hills, the elders gathered in the center of the village. Malusi stood before them, his small frame tense with uncertainty. His mother stood beside him, her hand resting protectively on his shoulder.

“Malusi,” spoke the eldest of the elders, his voice grave yet tinged with curiosity. “Tell us again what you have seen for we know the gods have given you yet another vision.”

Malusi took a deep breath, his eyes scanning the faces of the villagers gathered around him. “I saw a light,” he began, his voice steady now with a clarity that surprised even himself. “It spoke to me of a time of change, of peace that could come if we listen.”

The elders exchanged glances, their expressions a mixture of awe and apprehension. Such visions were rare, and never before had one spoken of peace. Yet tradition weighed heavy on their hearts, and the whispers of fear persisted.

“We must consult the spirits,” declared the eldest elder finally, his voice carrying the weight of authority. “They will guide us in this matter.”

Days turned into weeks as the village prepared for the ceremony of consultation. Malusi remained at the center of attention, a figure of both hope and uncertainty. His dreams continued, each night bringing new visions of light and whispers of a future yet unwritten.

On the appointed day, the village gathered at the sacred grove where the ancestors were said to dwell. The air was thick with incense and the murmur of prayers. Malusi stood before the sacred fire, his eyes closed in silent communion.

As the sun reached its zenith, a gentle breeze stirred the leaves overhead. Malusi opened his eyes, feeling the weight of centuries resting upon him. In that moment, he knew.

“The light,” he began, his voice ringing clear across the grove, “it speaks of a path we must choose. A path of understanding, of healing. A new way of living. A greater God than the ones we believe in.”

The elders listened in silence, their hearts torn between tradition and the voice of a boy who spoke to the light. Then after hearing this , a decision was made.

Nandi’s heart sank as the elders’ decision unfolded before her. Despite their acknowledgment of Malusi’s visions as a gift, they believed his path lay beyond the village, guided not by the elders but by the ancient ways that called from the hills.

The eldest elder approached Nandi with solemnity etched on his face. “Nandi, mother of Malusi,” he began, his voice a mix of sympathy and resolve, “the spirits have spoken. Malusi’s destiny lies with the priestess of the hills. She will guide him in understanding his visions. He will be there until she is satisfied with the process and has found the source of his dreams. We have decided and as a woman, our late brother’s wife, you have no voice. You are to accept this and prepare him accordingly.”

Nandi felt a cold shiver run through her. She glanced at Malusi, whose eyes shone with a mixture of fear and curiosity. He reached for her hand, seeking comfort in the face of the unknown.

“But…but … what does this mean?” Nandi stammered, her voice betraying her dread. “Will he return to us? He has to be in school. He is just 12 years old.”

”What is age? What is school? I am not learned and that does not change the fact that I can make decisions in this land. I have not come to ask you. I have come to notify you. I will take my leave. The boy must let go of his mother’s skirts!”

The elder put his bird feather back into his mouth. He walked a few steps , turned and said to Nandi, “I am still young. Giving you another child is something I can do. Let go of this one.”

Nandi fell on the ground and shouted, “NO!”