I am VenusOpal.
No, I am not a beautiful butterfly.
No, I am not a phoenix rising from the ashes of life.
I’m a fuckin’ dragon from the mean streets of Baltimore….
I’ve got a serious edge on me.
I’m Black as Fuck.
I wield truth like a weapon.
I’m in love with the most gangsta nigga that ever was and ever could be—God.
I love my puppy like you love your child.
I’m known for manifesting millions.
Now I manifest miracles.
If you fuck with me, for real for real, I’ll show you how to do both.
I am the way, the truth, and the light for you to live your most authentic and abundant life NOW.
I’m my father’s daughter.
The heavenly one and the pimp whose genius runs through my veins.
In street parlance: I’m a bad bitch.
I have NO RESPECT for respectability.
I am spiritually subversive and biblically based. #subversivechristian
I’m a hot mess on a good day.
I curse, cry & pray—sometimes in the same breath.
I know I am a street urchin who God anointed and appointed to those of us who have been hurt, crushed, and annihilated by life.
We “Wounded Ones” don’t fit into the boxes we are supposed to.
And we need a new way in, a new way to win, to get real with God by being real with ourselves.
I am VenusOpal.
Put some respect on it with Dr. when you address me.
Please.
From the streets to Stanford Ph.D. to self-made multimillionaire…
I am a Spiritual Heretic who has elevated profanity to an art form.
And I got some shit to say.
Oh yeah, you should know I’m an artist & into cute, kink, and queer.
I’m the CEO…
…and I BREATHE fire.
It’s nice to meet you.
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About a year ago, I prayed: “God, please get whatever is in my way OUT of the way, so I can truly fulfill my destiny.” I never thought it would be my marriage. I never imagined it could be my body. I NEVER dreamed I’d have to embrace my self-hate. Let me start over. Actually, let me start at the beginning—the very beginning. My conception. “Thus saith the Lord, thy redeemer, and He that formed thee from the womb, I am the Lord that maketh all things …” So God gave me to Momma and Daddy. Momma loved daddy. Daddy
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