Alethea Jimison
Author, Poet & Truth-teller
Remember Your Power
I remember when the sound of my roar
created mountains,
as the vibrations of my call to Mother
echoed throughout the cosmos.
I remember when Orion’s belt
glistened with three diamonds on his buckle,
as I ruffled the scuff of his flare—
reminding him to be humble
within the seeds of his garden of creation.
But my brother wanted to be called God.
He hissed at me in his discontentment:
“They will worship me!”
And I said to my brother gently,
“But we are all worthy.”
I remember watching my grandfather weave
the fiery tapestry of enigmatic mystery
called Source Energy.
I watched eagerly as Grandfather told me
the sun was made out of everything.
I laughed with my sister, Venus,
at her magical tricks—
how she turned the ocean into roses
that poets called love.
Though playfully,
she played carelessly.
My brother Jupiter was steady—
anchored in prosperity,
resonating with service to humanity.
I watched as he sat in the cosmos,
contemplating the tragedy of being.
He was pragmatic when he said to me:
“Our children are crying pitifully.
They have forgotten the vibration
of their divinity.”
I nodded solemnly:
“Our brother Draco
has disrupted the harmony of our galaxy.
He seeks to be recognized as the Infinity,
and declared war against humanity.”
Jupiter nodded back,
clasped my hand against the heart of his armor,
and stated:
“We have no enemy.
We must remind our brother
that we are all Infinity.”
He looked at me solemnly,
asking if I would commit to my destiny.
I wrenched myself away,
gazing into the palace of our galaxy.
I knew what he was asking of me.
To be so small in a bigger destiny.
To be perceived as weak
in their manipulated reality.
To be so… human.
That was my destiny.
And I sighed—
in defeat and in consent—
as I honored my duty
to represent the Infinite Consciousness,
the Eternal Promise,
the voice that spoke to:
Moses.
Jesus.
Allah.
Krishna.
And all who came before us.
Our mothers.
Our fathers.
Our brothers.
Our sisters.
The endless tapestry
that flows against the light
and the shadows.
With one singular statement…
Remember your power.
Frequently Asked Questions
What is the meaning behind “Remember Your Power”?
This poem is a cosmic remembrance—an ancestral echo that calls us to reclaim the roar within. It speaks of the divinity braided through our origin stories, the humility of stardust, and the destiny of becoming wholly, fiercely human. Each line is an invocation: to remember, to rise, to honor the infinite that sings through our bones.
What is spiritual awakening poetry?
Here, awakening is not a lightning strike, but a gentle unraveling—a remembering that we are both the myth and the maker. The poem guides the reader through celestial dialogues and cosmic kinship, inviting us to lift the veil of forgetting and return to the wild, sacred knowing at our core.
How does this poem empower readers?
“Remember Your Power” is a summons to the soul—an invitation to stand in the quiet blaze of your own divinity. It reminds us that even in the shadows of history, we are the living promise of light. The poem dares you to reclaim your voice, to recognize your worth, and to remember that you are, and always have been, infinite.
Journal Prompts
When have you forgotten your own power, and how did you remember it?
What does spiritual awakening mean to you personally?
Who in your life embodies the energy of cosmic family (like Jupiter, Venus, or Orion)?