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Shalem Daughters of Zion and all the Daughters of YAHWEH!
I salute you in Love and Humanity.

I was born under the name of my Slave Masters of the family Walden and given the Christian name Timothy by my Mother in the year of captivity August 4th 1980 in Jacksonville, FL.

In the year of 1999, after leaving Florida and transitioning to New York, I entered the United States National Guards in Jamaica Queens, NY….

After my unit deployment response to the September 11th 2001, World Trade Center Attack. I went full-time in the United States Army. I was stationed at Fort Benning, GA.1/29th INF. Regiment.

After several years of service I was arrested in Jacksonville, Florida for several Criminal mischiefs. Such as Armed Rob, Felony Murder (the Police Killed my co-defendant and they convicted me for the murder) and two Assault with a firearm against the police. After three years of this Forty-Five (45) year sentence, when I first entered the system of this beast. I found the knowledge of the name YAHWEH, through the guidance of Yahweh-Ben-Yahweh’s teachings. And after 15 years of traveling in the Nation of YAHWEH, I am still moving strong. The most powerful blessing that YAHWEH gave to me was the granting of my time reduction on my case to 24 years. After 18 years of incarceration and years of fighting, I can see a better tomorrow.

I wrote this poem for the purpose of honoring the king, YAHWEH. As I will honor you, who finds there were in.

Golden Eyes of Summers Heat
YAHWEH, you are in the breez’s of the air, the smell’s of blossoming flowers that bare.
The pollen for Bee’s that feed the needs.
The birds of feathers that Flock together, through the warm and Stormy Weather, the Barbers blade andShaving leather..
The old clock that screams tic toc, the rocking chair that will not stop. The Spring water that Fill’s the Stream, the sleeping beasts of pleasant dreams.
The beating hearts of lovers lane, the Sugar grown within the cane.
The Fields of wheat, ment for meat, the Candy Store filled with Sweet, the golden eyes of Summer's Heat, playful laughter fills the street.
Where your children dance with glee, For His Mercy is that key, helping a lost soul, just like me, For only truth can make me free..
Now I know you're everywhere and my Soul Knows you care.
So now I lay my mind to rest, placing Yahweh, Upon my chest, knowing then I've done my best, over-coming this earthly test.
YADA-DEN-YAHWEH
‘ME’

You can contact me by downloading the J-Pay app and clicking on the Florida Department of Correction
Timothy Waldon DOC #J36237
and send me an e-mail if you like.🙂