After leaving my workplace, I traveled downtown to center myself at Pioneer Courthouse Square. Before my arrival, I was joined by a homeless man and we walked across the Steel Bridge from the Rose Garden. We… He talked about Jesus and a tree and said a few things unrelated. He said something I would say and our conversation got deeper. I won’t reveal these things because they were for me alone; the Spirit Called for it.

I scaled the lines that led me to the Squares geometric and little-known acoustic center. Joined by a young Caucasian man in gold painted motorcycle gear. We met a few days ago in the same spot, sitting across from me with respect and showing me his bibles. At that time, he was quite a character …wearing only yellow shorts and covered in gold speckles of paint and dark sunglasses; he looked like my friend Chase.  He said he forgot his bible… I told him that he was his bible.

We talked while watching a large group of “protestors” enter the Square. They do this to hide, it’s a kind of safe spot but they have too many people shouting orders and very unorganized. I was moved to instruct them on how to sit through a tear gas attack. We spoke with a few people about the event at hand and I shared “The Vision”, which so far is well received. Some have said that I should be on a microphone. We’re not there yet.

I decide to take my sit over to the Justice Center, admittedly to make a spectacle of myself. Being noticed is never my goal but something inside said to go. The police had just stared clearing the area on the “front line”. I decided that we would sit in the street. A few people watched from afar, yelling at the police. There was a shift change and a negro woman came to pray over us, I invited her to read “the Vision”. She blessed us in the Name of Jesus. It was an emotional moment.

After she left someone would approach us saying “thanks for protesting peacefully…. I am not protesting; I am directed by the Spirit and I move when it says to move.

I asked the young man if he wanted to advance; he joked “I just got comfortable”, I giggled and patted him on the back, he said that “I will go were you go”. I told him that I would advance ten paces and to wait until I sat, he did just that. I called out in meditation “Lift up my soul almighty”, he prayed. When someone walked by blasting music, I would tell them that I was in meditation and instructed the to turn it off… they did. Being warned that police were coming, we stood still, he prayed. The police stopped directly behind me and gave direction to move, we would not be moved. 

When they finally approached us… we were surrounded. The young man did not resist he did well but I stayed. I commanded that the stand directly in front of me and to speak to me like a man. “You will address me like a man, you will not give me orders”. I told them that they were threatening me and that I would not move until they gave me space. They continued to speak, then one would say, “we need you to move so we can clear the area and get by. I would not here him. I stretched out my arm stating that I need space to move and agreed to move if they would stand down. Someone said if we go back to the car would I move? I said yes. The asked if I would at least go the sidewalk, I agreed if they would clear my area; they agreed. I kissed the four corners around me and got up. One officer came back to thank me and gave me a pound. 

A few people who watched it all asked what the officer said and to thank me for standing my ground. 

The young man said that was the most emotional thing he’d ever done, asked if I needed food and offered 20$. I replied that I not going to turn it away. He would say… “I knew I brought that for a reason”. I forgot I told him that I was homeless the other day but staying in the hotel. I thanked him for being there and hugged him. Somewhere during our stand, I stated “you see all those people running, I wouldn’t want any of them by my side”.  actually, I made this statement a few times tonight. 

He told me he made music of his own, and I opened an invitation to collaborate sometimes. After a few minutes at the Square, I dismissed him of his duty and thanked him. “go home and make some music.

I’m sure I’ll see him again and I will share this young, holy soldiers name with you.  Maybe a picture if he likes.