The cat did not cross my path as a curse but as a redirection
Today I release superstition and reclaim sovereignty.
The black cat did not cross my path as a curse —
it crossed as a redirection.
What looked like interruption
may have been intervention.
What felt like delay
may have been divine timing.
I trust that not every closed door is loss.
Not every pause is punishment.
Not every detour is defeat.
Some crossings are heaven whispering,
“Not that way.”
Some interruptions are protection I cannot yet see.
I do not fear the shift.
I honor it.
I do not curse the crossing.
I bless the correction.
If my path changes, it is because I am being guided.
If something stops, it is because something better is aligned.
If I am redirected, it is because I am covered.
Today I walk in confidence, not superstition.
In protection, not paranoia.
In faith, not folklore.
Love and light to all… and so it is.
— Rev. Angela July
Still I Rise Ministries 🖤✨