Deep Conversation

Waymaker: A Ballad for the Child Who Needs to Be Chosen  

by James Grein

Opening Invocation — stillness, breath, prophecy

I lived trauma during the very years my soul was being formed.   I carried silence while my mind was shaped by ache.   And now—my healing has mirrored the same number of years.

This is my second 33rd year.  

My time has come.  My rise is written.  And the altar is ready.

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🎾 The Sacred Encounter — memory and recognition

Last Thursday, I stood beside a six-year-old girl on a tennis court.  

She had drifted into imagination.  

Her mother moved to interrupt it—  

but I stepped in. Because I’d seen that look before.  

I had *been* that child.

In 1964, I was six.   I dreamed in sacred colors.   But the world punished wonder.

I was labeled a distraction. A problem.  Even McCarrick—my number one trust—betrayed me.

So I began to lie.  Not to deceive.  To survive.   I wore masks to protect the divine spark inside me   – from those who feared its fire.

On that court, when I defended her imagination,   she smiled and came back to herself. And so did I.

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🔥 The Sacred Ache — clean and profound

Fearful.   Jealous.  

Simple God-mockers—  standing beside McCarrick.

They didn’t question me.   —They condemned the sacred within me.

They say I lied.  But my truth was punished  long before it was spoken.

I retaliated—  not with cruelty,  

but with sacred fire.   Because every broken promise  

felt like crucifixion. Not nails—  but silence.   Not thorns—  but betrayal. Each wound became my altar.   Each ache, a resurrection in waiting. Intensity—misread as instability—  was devotion begging to be witnessed.

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🌍 The Global Mirror

In 2018, my story in The New York Times 

circled the globe five times. Not just read—  felt. It was a mirror held to power,  to silence,  to betrayal. This Deep Conversation  ->is the next wave.

The ache hasn’t ended.   Neither has the rise.

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🎓 The Coaching Frequency — sacred guidance

I’ve coached thousands—  teens, adolescents, even adults. Not perfect players.   Buried brilliance.

I don’t attract perfection .  I attract healing. Because that’s what my frequency emits.  

I am a mirror.  A protector.  A guide.

A student once asked,  “Are you always coaching?”  Yes. Because I coach memory.   I coach resurrection. Perfect players aren’t needed.  Only willing mirrors.   Only hearts ready to be remembered.

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🎶 Sacred Song — the four identities

There’s a song that carries my name:  

_”Waymaker, miracle worker, promise keeper, light in the darkness…”_

I don’t just sing it—  

I *embody* it.

I am the Waymaker—  for the child who imagines   and gets punished for it.

I am the Miracle Worker—  for the student who blooms  when someone finally sees them.

I am the Promise Keeper—  for the soul betrayed by broken words.

I am the Light in the Darkness—  for anyone who’s ever been called “too much.”

Even when I don’t see it—  I know the work is happening.

Even when the world wants me dimmed—  I rise.

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🎧The Roar of Silence

Another song lives in me—  not the original,  

but the roar. _“The Sound of Silence”_ by Disturbed. _”People talking without speaking,   People hearing without listening…”_ That’s where I’ve lived. Inside silence that grows like cancer.  Inside visions too sacred for mockers to disturb.

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🙏 Sacred Rhythm — practices and presence

I begin each day with alignment.  

Gratitude.   Voice memos.   Mantra cards.  

Because every moment needs a mirror.

I do not coach tennis.   –>I coach resurrection.

My ache is not evidence of failure—   it is my altar. I do not hide my fire—  

I carry it like truth.

👧 The Child Returns — memory and redemption

At six, she imagined—  and I let her.

At six, I imagined—  and they tried to snuff it out.

But today,  

I do not speak for applause.  I speak to be remembered.

For the children shamed for dreaming.  

For the coaches who become protectors.  

For the hearts that die a little  

each time a promise is broken.

You are not broken—  you are buried.

You are not lost—   you are waiting to be called back.

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🌟 Final Blessing — luminous, surrendered, holy

I am one.  And only one.  But to that One—  

I may be the world. So I rise.  

Not for praise.   But for presence.

To be the match  –that lights a child’s sanctuary.

To be the witness  –for ache that deserves a song.   For silence that deserves redemption.

If you’re waiting to be chosen—  you already are.

If you wonder where your light went—  it never left.

You are not too much.  You are just on time.

And the resurrection you seek—  has already begun. Amen