Wait (Weigh) The Minute! TyPo Or FaiTh? (Fate)

Wait (Weigh) The Minute! TyPo Or FaiTh (Fate)? IS OUT NOW FOR YOUR LISTENING PLEASURE!

This Audio book is the first of which i’ve ever done and the LONGEST project I created , running in at 2 hours and 12 minutes and 40 seconds! it makes sense it would be about the length of a feature film! this is also a project i’ve been working on for the last 5 years. My first book (Paradise Clarity) is a poetry opus of 460 pages conceptualizing the framework behind my writing since 2013.

Whereas, this book is a recorded notion of my past, present, and future. It speaks to the awareness that comes with being balanced about the things that happen to us on in our journey through life.

This book has 3 narrations : First of which is narrated by Balaam’s Don_Key found the scripture in Numbers Chapter 22 wherein Balaam is stopped in his tracks after his donkey ‘BRINGS HIM TO HIS ATTENTION ON WHERE HE IS GOING. ESSENTIALLY, HIS DONKEY MADE A TYPO* OF HIS USUAL FATE. Secondly, it loosely follows the life of Tomson who grew up in a Pentecostal Holiness Church of God in Christ. Much of which is my personal story (alongside with many who’ve had similar experience with the church.) Lastly, this is an audio search, which attempts to explain the reactions of such dispositions of both the Angle and Angel!

May you enjoy and listen in your own time!

TABLE CONTENTS (LIST OF CHAPTERS) : 00:29-01:24

INTRODUCTIONS: ANGLES, ANGELS, & THE DON_KEY -: 01:25-04:19

ASLEEP // ALARM: 4:20 – 8:25

(CHAPTER 1: OVER HERE? AIN’T OVER THERE!) : 8:26-18:01

(CHAPTER 2: DIFFERENT LENS, DIFFERENT PENS) : 18:03-24:20

(CHAPTER 3: WORLDS WITHIN THE WORLD) : 24:21-38:03

(CHAPTER 4: TELL HIM YES!) : 38:04-50:35

(CHAPTER 5: TRANSITION OF TRADITION): 50:37-1:09:35

(CHAPTER 6: CONGREGATIONAL SONG? ALL
TOGETHER NOW!) : 1:09:37-1:16:08

(CHAPTER 7: TITHES AND OBLIGATIONS) : 1:16:09-1:26:18

(CHAPTER 8: THE BIBLE BELT) : 1:26:20-1:33:30

(CHAPTER 9: TRIPPING ON YOUR TRIP?!) 1:33:31-1:42:58

(CHAPTER 10: ISG_DON_KEYKONG?) 1:43:44-2:06:25

(Acknowledgements & Gratitude) 2:06:26-2:07:40

(INNERVIEW: Writer // Released) 2:07:41-2:12:25

This is a true story, btw!

INTRODUCTION : WAIT A MINUTE! TyPo or FAITH?

This is a story about Typos and hypotheticals. FIRSTLY: As told through the medium of the ‘Don_Key’ as spoken about in Numbers 22:21-38 when Balaam’s faithful friend was stopped in the way due to the Angel of The Lord. SECONDLY: This is a story based on true events but with remixed names and places. THIRDLY: it is also spoken through the political angle, which when in harmony with the angel of awareness, brings about revolutionary awakening and love.

Thus, this story is a 3-level narration. An adventure encouraging the listener to weigh each minute and to ponder on the material reality around us. The witness of the spirit must be in reliance with the science, the contradiction in life is to know the internal things or the things that are within are just are relevant as the tangible things or the things written on our skin.

instead, humanity at large has been jailed into systematic revisionism and applause is given for a lack of critical thinking and reading from primary sources. hijacked is the reason to believe without challenging the dialectical and material reality to the NOUNS around you. everything is alert and making a sound. One can be asleep but there’s surely an alarm!

shoutout to Jagrati and Gramercy!

asleep (jagrati) // alarm (gramercy) these words mean something !

to not hear it and still steadily sleep or much more to DREAM but to not write it down. recognizes many challenges. the record makes true how the spirit speaks through you. waiting and weighing the moments and figuring out which streets lead to destinies not prepared for. immediately and with urgency one is left to FIGURE OUT WHERE THEY ARE GOING. WHY WERE THEY STOPPED. WHEN THE PATTERN CHANGES AND WHEN IT IS FOLLOWING AN ‘END’ Herein We may Begin….

Curious Causation

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It takes screws, nails. hinges, tape, glue, etc. We can get there using one method but if we are looking for an effective build – wouldn’t Structure be plural? 

2

 It’s either Jesus or what? Eternal damnation? A life without joy? Must the answer include Jesus? Imagination has the power to whip us into exclusive multiple choice.

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Jesus is often seen as an example. If you ain’t doing what Jesus did or living out of what Jesus has done. There seems to be a condemnation set for you. Until you live – YOUR LIFE. This life is yours and the moment is yours to live!

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All of us SHOULD take care of each other. At various times, we get it confused and feel it’s just about where we are going. It doesn’t hurt to forget – we are all in this together. Whether we like this or not – how we respond to service to one another is what makes the difference.

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This is something we have heard all of our lives. Humans assign meaning where they choose to. I suppose, if one is to stare at their life and why they’re here – they’d have questions and connect answers to what’s been revealed so far. If they choose to value their lives to a destiny, that’s their prerogative.

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Belief is how philosophers and psychiatrists spend a lot of their time. Without belief, a lot of people would be out of a job and determination. 

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If you’re anything like me. You’re curious. Curious as to why things are and what motivates us to arrive at the various conclusions. What caused this? I don’t think we’ll ever fully arrive at all of the questions we have. That’s OK because life is a trip! I ain’t gonna be tripping on how you experience the fullness of your trip! These series of questions mainly dealt with ‘Belief’ and how are our hearts are conditioned to see.  I want to mainly remind people – It ain’t about what you don’t believe in.

A lot of us have the answers already. How do you treat people? How are you being there for people? When will people start seeing that empathy is a two-way street? Some of my questions may offend or merely ignite your curiosity. In the process of writing this book – more questions have come to surface. It’s safe to say – the book is writing itself. It won’t entirely center around ‘FAITH, GOD, HEAVEN, HELL, EMPATHY’ or any other serious concepts. There’s gonna be a lot of fiction and dreamlike conclusions. Through it all, I’ve come to realize – Humans and Nature are the creators to most of what we see.

Who’s to blame? HUMANS. People make art and people invent exactly what they want them to see. Distortion of the facts is just as real as the clear reason some put up walls.I believe in people – people are capable of treating each other with respect. THIS ISN’T ALWAYS EASY BECAUSE PEOPLE CAN BE THE TRUEST ASSHOLES IN ALL OF LIVING EXISTENCE. (More on that later) I am constantly understanding the role of religion, philosophy, politics, etc in human consciousness. In terms of how we got here – there’s a different answer for each branch of knowledge. It’s not always about being right or wrong. You don’t have to hang it on your wall or frame it – but explore it. Sit with it. Let life consistently be a compass. We got a long way to go and so much more to learn. This is a cause for celebration!

“There’s A Freedom That’s Arriving
You Can Feel It In Your Soul
Liberation Will Salute You
&
Release What No Longer Suits You!” – NEW WORLD FORMING /SANANDA

Hallow Rush

Holy is the night – as the darkness invites all of those who play in sight. The scare of the light is embraced by the thrill of the night. We’re all responsible for the treat, but the master of personal experience is the ultimate trick. Should you? OR Shouldn’t you?

Was it Wrong or right? The ‘evil’ somehow is still followed by good. Could we live in perfect nirvana? Even if we could, how long would it take for someone to raise hell?

It didn’t take Lucifer that long to demand equal rights. Sure, he wanted to imitate but isn’t that the highest form of flattery? Lucifer was an angel, the most decorated angel. But Lucifer was not satisfied with God’s treatment of the angels because God created angels as His slaves (Strange but true). They had no other will but to serve him so maybe his robots?

Eh, you catch my drift.

While humans were given free will. Lucifer wanted this same thing among the angels, to which God didn’t agree. As a result, Lucifer launched a rebellion against God with other angels he persuaded (this means Lucifer had free-will, btw)

Seems to me, Lucifer did not do anything that would be evil by today’s standards. I read the bible enough to see this. 😀

Has he killed people? Nah. Has he destroyed someone else’s life? Nah. Has he tried to be an intruder on something that humans were doing, just out of sheer curiosity? Nah.

(Well technically, God made a deal with the devil to see how long Job could endure a shitty experience.)

Lucifer was just an angel with wit and intelligence. He didn’t kill anybody, nor he did anything immoral by today’s standards. Still, Lucifer is considered “Evil” because he launched a rebellion against God demanding equality of just free-will.

Ah, the philosophy of Free Will!

At any rate, boogie on down with no fear of monsters grooving with you too. It’s all Dichotomy. Some would say darkness opposes light and that monsters and angels aren’t the best of friends.

I think everything has an intricate relationship. It’s all connected. You can’t remove the taboo completely, it adds context to the story. If there wasn’t a thrill of climax, no one would be coming.

Would you really watch a movie if there was no climax? There’s got to be a rush. A Holy Rush!

Halloween is finally here – the treat and the trick. Which one is which?

A Reason Beyond

When you take action against a cause are you doing it because of a reason beyond? That is to say – do we factor in how we judge something based on the intent? We’re not always given insight before we make impulse judgments. (And before you think you don’t – think about how quickly we make them.) There’s very little rhyme or reason as to why people believe what they do. Therefore, we should already have the understanding of the ridiculous from the jump. Surprises don’t have to come so sudden – keep a bit of worry in your pocket at all times.

I remember I would debate with people on how morality arrived in humanity. People like Ravi Zacharias were my heroes because it made perfect sense to me that Morality came from a code. This code had an origin and this origin was from God. I had the *unfounded* belief that people couldn’t just be good. They had to have a REASON!

Ironically, I never did things just to be rewarded by some system that favored my goodness. However, I knew and know a lot of people who think that way. Who think – the only reason why their sane is because of a code they MUST follow. If it wasn’t for the moral code, they’d do what they really want to do. I find this framework somewhat terrifying because codes like plans change. When they change you either adapt or act out against normality.

We don’t always have a reason other than ‘Just Cuz’. This isn’t always sufficient for establishing the ground of our processing ability. For instance, if you’re engulfed in a debate and your argument rests on “cuz I said so’ that’s a fallacy. Now if you say ‘It is what it is’ people get pissed. There isn’t anything really wrong with that statement and I probably say it more often than not. It just is cuz things beyond my reason to understand it make it so. Doesn’t mean that I don’t have anything else to say but I accept things are the way the rock n roll of cause and effect.

Mental Hopscotch can be exhausting when the rules are based on who agrees or who doesn’t. The pressing reason to exist is sometimes enough. Owing autonomy to someone else is really the best you can. This is where respect comes in regardless of your reason. Respecting people in the perception that you consider and have empathy for any human being. Respecting their agency. This should be freely given to everybody. Now asking somebody to submit to your authority or the law – that’s the kind of stuff that is earned.

How can we make a difference in this world if we are so set against each other? At some point we’re gonna have to look each other and face what’s looking back at us. There’s no reason to be afraid. To make rash judgments and be guided by our biases. Some of us ain’t playing fairly. Life is much like driving – you don’t just drive for yourself. They’re other people in the road and some of them didn’t learn the same way or even at all. Despite this, we don’t have to subject to nonsense. There’s a rapid disease spreading currently which exists to dethrone facts.

“In school, rarely do we learn how data become facts, how facts become knowledge and how knowledge becomes wisdom.”
– Neil Degrasse Tyson

Everything always goes back to school. What we’re learning, what we ain’t. Our whole life gives us a chance to correct backward thinking. No one is safe when knowledge is available to us all. Anyone is capable regardless of where you fit on the spectrum.

There’s a reason beyond that can be found within our memories. Just where we would be without our memories? If memories suddenly vanished from our brains we would repeat the same actions over and over again. You learn based on what has happened and you make the decision to act better to avoid whatever may come against you.

What I’m saying ain’t really new from before..*Back to your regularly scheduled program.*

Yep, we all got programs and we turn off the ones our wires don’t respond to. It’s all connected and at the same time, it ain’t. It means whatever you want it to mean. Which is a lot or a little or simply nothing at all.

ECHOES IN THE NIGHT

I’m realizing how vague I can be when it comes to what I see and how my perception frames reality around me. I much rather stoke symbolism and innuendo in the cut.

However, I understand the importance of nuance – which is why my latest project ‘The Living Things’ will be direct and personal. I’m sharing thoughts I haven’t really revealed before.

One of the most personal and vulnerable pieces on the project is called ‘Echoes In The Night‘ which describes some of my midnight nightmares. I remember waking up from the screaming various trust anchors: Jesus, The Holy Spirit, etc and this was one of the very first indications of my self-examination.

I’ve always been a curious child and questioning the existence of G-d as it was explained in the Bible wasn’t always on my agenda until recently. I was a firm believer in the way of The Word. I held onto it as it fastened my worldview but as all things in life – you grow.

Echoes in The Night is a reminder that even in sound – I can hear myself and get to the reason why.

This video is a part of The Living Things 7 video collection.

What’s It ALL For?

Wanna sing but have no inspiration? Wanna dance but afraid of the crowds? Wanna be a star but trapped in the nucleus of a black hole? Can’t manage to be happy but rather sad at the lack of currency? Wanna exchange lives but have no soul? Wanna fly but have no wings for flight?

The answer is found in the journey of nothingness. There ain’t nothing that can be said about the ‘something’ you ain’t do. There ain’t no sound or voice for the victim of the blame. There is only the charade of guilty bells which ring on Sunday’s morning condemnation sermon.

Messages like:

“GET RIGHT OR GET LEFT! YOU HAVE NO TIME. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?

Truth be told, there’s ain’t no expected time for your growth or healing.

A pill of circumstance only wishes to be blessed. There ain’t no curse more lethal than not accepting one for who they are. This is where religion or ‘overt spirituality’ or politics or anything other than love gets in the way. Anytime there is a barrier or line drawn – the point is missed.

LOVE IS THE ONLY LAW.

You can’t control someone’s choices. The moment you feel compelled ‘To warn someone of their wickedness..” you presume you know what’s good and likely the ‘good’ things are found in the word you desperately have hidden in your heart – so that you won’t sin against the G-d of YOUR choice. You have every right to believe and act according to your belief. Belief is one thing, sharing it to the point of extreme evangelism is another.

People who talk to G-d are usually cool with me. But the people who G-d talks to? Sheeeiit. Did you hear g-d or was that just you? Could it all be just what you want to believe? I’m not against positive thinking, it’s helpful. I’m just saying, g-d telling you to do this, go there, say this, preach this – makes me wonder who’s agenda is really being upheld? We all know humans do a very good job at speaking for the divine. Humans claim to be instruments in which the divine flows through.

This is one of our purposes in life. To partake in a journey to reach places as our evolution leaps into the next door.

If you can’t see the journey as a stepping stone than what is it? A waste of time? An empty hall where you were forced to go through with no promise at the end? Didn’t you have fun or was it just to make you depressed afterward? What was it all for if you can’t smile and cry with the pages of your history?

For it was written and it can’t be erased by the present pen. The walls are finished and the stage is set. You must perform even when nervous, eat while you are sleeping. This is how you learn and grow from the visions set before you.

Dreams await you where a love can be seen again for what they are worth. What’s it all for? A record to be known and seen for what it means for your abilities to see with intent. It’s all for love but love ain’t always easy. Love is about the thrill of knowing what it is to want to have without.

Bubble Magic

Ever been invited to magic through the spherical wonder of bubbles? Light traps inside these spheres and they fly in movement with the wind. When magic invites you, look out for the burst. With vessels encoded in color, you can begin to imagine the frames of boundless measure.

Through the circumstances of random blowing, you can now create prisms of bliss by the bulbs of bubble magic.

What makes bubbles magic, is the way it invites you to see where it’ll go, it can sometimes, act as a deceptive force.

I recently met an older couple out in the park, playing with their grandchildren blowing bubbles in their faces. Creating awesome memories by just blowing away in their bubble magic. I was with some friends, and eventually, the lady came over and asked if we would like to join in on the magic? We accepted and before you know it…we were blowing bubbles and having fun with them, tracking where the bubbles would go next.

While talking about the fascination of bubbles and all of its joy, she started talking about the beauty of nature which then transformed into a conversation about Jesus. She shared her life story, how she moved from being in Africa sharing the Gospel. She expressed how Voodoo is real, and how the people in Africa are under demonic spelling. (Yet they are more willing to receive the gospel than the secular world here) She also mentioned how she promotes all that is light and good. She spoke of the darkness, and how the world has not received the light. Yet she says, how the light is everywhere because blood has been shed, which has forgiven us from all of our sins. YOU MUST ACCEPT JESUS CHRIST TODAY! She exclaims! But would if we never heard of Jesus Christ? We ask. She says, “Well I believe God knows your heart, and if you have not heard of Christ, you will be expelled from the punishment of hell.Well, why would you tell us (&WHYWOULDHEPUTUSINHELL?)- NOW I’m Screwed because I feel the pressure of making a decision! If you did not come to us, we would have a chance of mercy”.“AH HA!! You now must decide where you want to go? Just accept Jesus Christ and you will be forgiven of all of your sins!” Then she proceeds to tell me how we are all born Separate from God, (HUH?) and how the only way to be brought back to God, is by accepting Jesus and allowing the Holy Spirit to come into our lives. She expressed how we can’t-do it on our own. I proceed to ask her .”..is there any other ways or is the ONLY good coming from Jesus?” She said how she believes angels are friends of God, yet even they had to choose whether they wanted to side with Lucifer. She says, how Jesus left on a cloud, but that he would return again. She then told me, how Jesus is not on earth now because if he was, the world would be in a much better state. She said when Jesus rose from the dead, he had to leave for us the Holy Spirit because he couldn’t be here with us forever. He had to send a ‘Helper’ who is the Holy Spirit. She said Jesus would come back the same way he ascended, in the clouds and the same place he left. She also told me, how people would say Jesus has returned, but do not believe them. So at this point, I really wanted to know who to believe? What makes her different? She gave me more information and ways of dissecting what was right or wrong, pretty much went back to Jesus at any time. At one point I mentioned Cotton Candy, and to no surprise, Jesus was even mentioned with Cotton Candy. Jesus was the ONLY way, That trusting in him is the only bridge to the separation that existed since we were born. We were all born apart from God, she continues. I ask her..How were we born into this division? She explains..”..it was due to our sins and how God wants to save us but we have to trust in him and him alone.” I had a lot of questions and she answered pretty much all of them, but I couldn’t help but notice her cough. Not a literal cough, but some kind of reduction. As if she was making up for my disbelief or questions. Anytime I asked her anything she coughed. Everything at any given time is coughing in some way. This is considered the reduction. What is taken away, once something is received? She somehow rejected any ideas if it did not include Jesus. After we shared a few more words, I thanked her for talking with us. She nodded and expressed interest in continuing to play with her grandchildren, and we wished her well. Her last words were “I hope you can make the best decision of your life!” With a wide smile on her face, then she continued playing with her grandchildren. By then all of the bubbles were gone, and the one bubble floating in the air, burst in an instant.

Afterward, my mind went in a Madrid. The bubbles were the invitation and before I knew it, I was floating in complete improvisation in with her. Who knows, how big the bubbles are now. I just know, I’m flying high because of the push of the wind. I was blown into and now spheres continue…

Basically, I met a crazy woman blowing bubbles. 😀 (I’ll explore that craze, much later) But let me just say this –Your intentions may be well but to forfeit the reason of journey, in light of pressure to get people to believe, You lose all.

Bubbles were the invitation to a much darker reality, and then POP! I was brought back to the awareness.

This conversation provided for me a capsule for Characters In The Wind // Stay tuned for the film – which is coming later in the year of 2016. I wanted to share this story from the archive of activity that’s been happening in New Zealand. So many things whirlwinds of activity, I’m just having to remember I can share them! I am quite amazed at the intensity and crazy colors that have expanded since I been here. So much more to see and welcome!

Hee Hee – I.D.B.W.N.

Sometimes to get to the highest mountaintop, you have to tread down a steep path. It’s a price to pay for the view. (No, They Do Not Always Come Free! :D)

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The steps are bumpy and rocky, and if you’re not careful going down – your foot might slip. What a terrible fall that would be…
I recently had an experience with such a climb – it felt like the most gruesome exercise I’ve ever physically put my body through. My breaths maximized and my body quickly reminded me, that it was a machine. Exercise comes with a great expense. It’s All good tho! 😀

I knew that in order to witness the beauty ahead of me, I had to go down a steep path. It was well worth it too, but it taught me a valuable lesson about preparation. How better life seems to be when we look around while going back up a hill? (Also, carrying a bottle of extra water comes in handy

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The way negativity works is that it has the potential – to reveal itself like a carnival. At one given time; colors can shout in a multitude of different ways. Drama makes its way on the dance floor, and before you know it – You have become a different character. You might have changed your dress or the tone and level in how you speak become much more LOUDER. If you’re not careful, things can get lost in the masquerade.

I have learned, that breathing in the energy around us prompts us to focus. Focusing on so much, where then our awareness is engulfed within the matrix. We would then be, quite capable of being wrapped around with the air, and with the sound of motion.

In the midst of this Nirvana, interruptions can happen at any given moment, but we can set the dial on how we respond to the noise. For in this sound, there is bliss. A powerful agency of positivity engineered to set the frequencies with higher dimensions.In light of this knowledge…I have set a decree called ‘I.D.B.W.N.’ Which is an acronym that simply says “Hehe – I Don’t Bump With Negativity”

In your face – You ain’t in my place. I could care less. Positivity is the best.
I am covered by the rose. I’ve been growing because I chose.
Which is why I Don’t Bump With Negativity –
It ain’t no friend of mine – its head rearing is a sign.
Lies and oracles of the past. My engagement won’t last.
You have seen slightly my misery, but I can’t afford your assumptive history.
Your teaching of a burden is an assignment that I must skip. If I listen long enough, you might think I’m giving you a tip.
Look both ways while crossing the street! You could get hit or maybe a swollen lip.
I can’t chance the dance with fire. There is no guarantee that I will be hired.
So – Hee, hee…I don’t bump with negativity

^^ Sometimes, I get into this cheesy narrative of rhyming simple words to maintain a sense of flow. HA!

 

JESTER’S GUMBO! INCLUDING: ANTS, PENNIES, + OTHER RANDOM ROOTS!

It’s been a long time since I made a Gumbo video, but this time around I had a few more ingredients to deliver. Follow the suspense, and remember THE SMILE in the midst of all Improvised Frequency – Follow the lead, and you know, LISTEN.

 

PSYCHEDELIC SENSATION

Recently, colors have reintroduced themselves back to me and the results have been a psychedelic sensation. Sensation, like a conversation, allows navigation to be understood and recognized. Imagine a Rubik’s Cube – by removing all of the colors, you’re essentially moving without any intention. You’re just aimlessly twisting a cube with no true recognition of arrangement. Color helps lead the way in finding the answer. Colors are like Thick Triggers which enforces a statue of emotion.

The Thrill of color has expanded a Kaleidoscopic Vortex within me. A lot of lectures are coming through. Amazing how the manifestation of Fall can make one appreciate the deeper hues in retrospect. I’m collectively engaged in sensation.

 

Oxygen Away

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As I reflect within myself of the choices I’ve made and the paths I’ve chosen.

I’m finally breathing.

Breathing away from Within.

I can feel natures presence and Spirit enters within me like a dream.

I’m taken in such bliss because of the love that’s surrounded around me.

I’m in paradise when I hear the wind as it brushes against the trees.

The way its caress is a soft kiss – is such bliss.

The response of the leaves is a melodic hurricane.

I’m a reflection away from what I was currently.

I’ve only taken this time to acknowledge it – out of the business of the day.

I Realize.

I’m only an Oxygen away.

Oxygen away.

Sound & Story

Don’t ever tell your kids they can’t listen to all kinds of music because it’s secular, worldly, or what you call ‘The Devil’s Music.”

It’s one of the worst ways to indoctrinate a child.

A lot of Pentecostal, Baptist, and NonDenominational churches in particular – really have a narrow view on what MUSIC is. (Or even what a STORY is, based on what some determine as explicit content.) Religious and conservative people alike, tend to preach the most against this.

Music is one of the best ways to learn about who we are. Rhythm makes you dance, and that ain’t ever a bad thing.

Start identifying with a context of sound and stories, before you generalize all music as being wrong or somehow unhealthy. For the longest of time, I never knew what a lot of music sounded like because I was afraid that it wasn’t right. I wasn’t taught correctly, so I ended up incorrectly interpreting what sound is.

Don’t be misled by some misinterpretation of what Good music is supposed to sound like or feel. Listen to all kinds of sounds and vibrations, and engage with clarity. The music ends up catching up to you anyway.

That’s the goal. It’ll bring you together somehow.

“Everything Comes From Sound, All Vibrating Under The Crown “- ‘AINTURNINAROUND | PLECTRUMELECTRUM | 3RDEYEGIRL | PRINCE

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Tower Girl

With each step, she climbed closer

Closer to her dream.

She built upon a climax that would grant her an entire KNEW language.

She noticed those who vocalize, with fervent concern.

They did not care but instead challenged the wonder of the mysterious Night.

She prophesies with great conviction, as the truth danced within her belly.

She heard the word from the divine one, as she anointed her lips as she became aware of her mission.

To not ponder on the disbelief, but to encourage a sense of magic which would awaken all a part of the trick.

It was not a trick of desperate attempts to blind one within the illusion, but a trick of a trip which brought ecstasy.

Many knew her as the Tower Girl, she climbed higher anytime one would listen as her summons called those who were considered least.

She did not mind the attire, nor colorless ambitions..it only allowed her more sensibility.

A prophetess of the night, with a light of those kept by the darkest memories.

A light that brought hope to those who wanted to make the world better.

She beckoned religion to strip its clothing of toxicity and division.

She noticed how many of the blind ones, stumbled on the rocks of desperation.

They really intended for some sign that would bring a course of direction.

She built on the molder and ROCKS Beneath them.

She felt the need to crush them, as the minerals would build upon the next.

Surrending To The Air…….

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Giving into the soul of surrender at the heart of its releasing

Creations begin to mold the noise

Closing in on the silence which transfers between the muted awareness, levels tripping, up and down

Hallucination feels like this

I am ready to speak into the wind, to hear the rush which my breath is fixated upon

It’s a season of grace and of faith where my trust is drawn on the clouds

With no blueprint or particular design  for there are no rules of architecture for a mansion in the clouds

I build with each faint movement of air – everything becomes interwoven with my focused stare

The Map

“Nobody ever said that a map is ‘proof’ that a certain place on the map exists – but if they are curious enough to follow that map, they may discover for themselves that it does in fact exist – after which they can then speak from experience and claim that the ‘map’ is in fact accurate….Someone who looks at the map and then says ‘that place doesn’t exist!’ before they have even followed the map – is to me, more foolish than the one whom they are mocking for having followed the map…”

– Jeremy Garner

The Prayer of Depth

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My prayer is that you will awaken and assure me in my most dire attempts. When I falter between the influx of my intention and your will. You are the answer! All of my hope is in you, my faith is because of your faithfulness. Truly you’re so great and wonderful, all majesty which is truly in you! You beckon at my seas and you roar with grand love! You’re precious and you’re my own! I am yours and our relationship is kept by your power. Thank you for the continual grace. You pour into me such beauty and love. I truly love you because you love me!  It never ends because your love has no beginning or end. It goes on forever much like your love continues to awaken me in my most hopeless hour! Within, I can speak to you and you listen! All of my roaring depictions are heard in the tempest of my frail frame. As I look onto the others which cover the pursuit of their own, without navigation. I can’t help but see a portion of me, a glance of my own covetousness. I endlessly sought my own conjecture, to beckon of a need, that is greater! What becomes known in the depth, is my unique fingerprint. Many voices which are crying out, and I know we should hear them call.

 

Voices cryin’ out in the night hear them call
Voices cryin’ out, hear them call

It’s a night like no other night
It’s a day almost turning gray
It’s a heart like a broken heart
It’s a wheel at the end of day

It’s a life of a boy who’s scared
Of the waves rushing out
And the wind in the air
It’s a sight of one longing to taste of life

Voices crying out in the night hear them call
Voices from some foreign shore

Visions that seem an incredible dream
Echoing for more

Voices crying out in the night hear them call
Voices crying out hear them call

It’s a song of a love unsung
It’s the pain of just being young
It’s a cry of a voice unheard
Of a face speaking silent words

It’s a hope that the time goes by
Take you upon a wing
Teach your soul to fly
It’s a wish that you’ll live your experience life

Voices crying out in the night hear them call
Voices from some foreign shore

Vision that seem an incredible dream
Echoing for more

Voices crying out in the night hear them call
Voices crying out, hear them call

Oh, do you know how it feels to be free
Walking your path of life
Embracing destiny
One day at a time

Voices cryin’ out
(Oh, can’t you hear them)
Voices cryin’ out
(Listen please, listen to the future)

– Donna Summer

The Time Keeper (See Where You Are)

I just finished watching ‘The Time Keeper’ by Mitch Albom!

 

It’s a book with massive critical acclaim and for good reasons!

I won’t indulge each and every passage that enveloped the story but my abbreviations are heavy with a sense of parallel discovery.

 

Right after, I finished reading the book immediately as I went to lay, the song ‘See Where You Are’ by Amel Larrieux stormed within my heart. The lyrics speak of exactly,  what the book manages to explore.

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“It’s zippin by
Like speed of light
Or draggin painfully slow
It’s not enough
Or just too much
Either way it’s gonna go”

TIME, what truly is it all about? I’ve written very much about time, the paradox of its nature, the believability that it is given. While reading the book, what I managed to enjoy are those random slices of revelation! Mitch, often dropped knowledge as a poetry entrance, to concur with the setting of what he talked spoke about! I started to read the book backward, but I’ll manage to now quote some of my favorite slices from end to the beginning.

 

 

“Everything man does today to be efficient, to fill the hour? It does not satisfy. It only makes him hungry to do more. Man wants to own his existence. But no one owns time”

 

 

“With endless time, nothing is special. With no loss sacrifice, we can’t appreciate what we have.”

 

 

“When we’re most alone is when we embrace another loneliness / But…Hurting ourselves to inflict pain on others is just another cry to be loved”

 

“Einstein once postulated that if you traveled at an enormous rate of speed, time would actually slow down relative to the world you left behind, so that seeing that future without aging alongside it was, at least theoretically possible.

 

“He did not know that the child who asked for yesterday was now seeking to own tomorrow”

 

“But a man who can take anything will find most things unsatisfying. And a man without memories is just a shell.

 

 

“In this world, he heard a constant hum, as if a hundred sounds were being mashed into one note. He didn’t yet know this was the sound of a single slowed moment”

 

 

These were quotes that really managed to detail the moments in time, which have brought a sense of measuring eternity. The book motivated me to see where I am. Which brings me back to Amel!

What you wanted is what you have
Or isn’t it
What you are is out of your hands
Or isn’t it

Lay down your pencil
Computer off
Say not a word
Get out of your car
Step away from your desk
Don’t look at the clock
Stand there in silence

And see where you are
And see where you are
And see where you are
And do you wanna be where you are”

 

This song motivates us, to lay down what we are writing. DO WE EVEN KNOW, WHAT WE ARE WRITING? Turn the computer off, and observe the silence! This song really enveloped my thought process because, lately, that is exactly what I have been doing lately. Staying quiet and not looking at the clock. There is a lot in my life going on…But I am stepping away from my desk. Just to see where I am..I realize I don’t want to be where I am.

 

She goes even deeper in the next lyrics:

 

It’s everything
A vivid dream
Or not worth talking about
The big idea
Until it’s here
And then they’re taking the

house

What you wanted is what you have
Or isn’t it
What you are is out of your hands
Or isn’t it

 

What we often want is what we have, and many times we feel is that it is out our hands!

Ah yes
Feeling the implications
Of somebody else’s
Expectations
You could elope if you wanted to

DO you want to is the question?

Hey Beautiful!

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One of my favorite posts in reply of seeing a post that absolutely diminishes the reality that it ultimately takes two. Stop revoking men who are just as responsible for the act. Men having random sex with these same women are also given the same projections of these women. A post like above should address men in the same attitude. If a woman is considered “Loose” men are just as loose. Responsibility can’t be one-sided when two people are having sex. Regardless if you do NOT believe in oneness, women should not be the only positioned victim who needs the counseling. Men play an equal part. SO if anyone is being embarrassed, both victims are. A One-Sided Address, to the issue, is never going to be a successful conveyor of balance.

GRACE Awakening

I woke UP extremely late with sticky dreams at the corner of my eyes! 

I could not wipe them, from the waterfall of cries!
 
Breakfast was set – the table-spread.
 
Still finding it hard to believe, I got out of bed! 
 
All in my head.
 
The blessing of grace still astounds – the most common dread! 
 
My sleep triples what it has made of visions of yesteryear.
 
Consciously the parades all around me, speak to me so sincere.
 
Therein the fixed theology of love – the question remains to bear this glove.

Enlightened Pulchritude’s (Life of Pi)

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 Today, I watched the critically acclaimed ‘Life Of Pi’ quite fascinating story, that dealt with the supernatural. What it did for me, was awaken a sense of quest. We hear stories all the time, and we never truly think about the adventure that is the quest for truth.  We are given the answer, and which story do you prefer? The visuals and mystery within the story really compels a greater sense of search for me. Piscine Molitor “Pi” Pate, wasn’t afraid to go out while there was so much thunder outside. He wanted to reach out and combine the lightening of the universe. The supernatural is our identification to our eternal light.

Throne

Excuse my slander and pardon my speech. I’ve traveled to the streets of gloom and have become arrested by condemnation. Steadily, I walk to the throne, wherein I am given full access. I sob in the love that is poured onto and into me. Forgiveness is given again, in the journey of my growth. 

Mathematically, I am unable to reverse and calculate the measures I have written down. Miraculously – I am yet given the sleep my spirit anxiously longs.  The peace that passes all understanding comes from The One. This peace serenades –  in the midst of war and challenge of resolution.
I remember writing this down, during a period that really brought a stronger realization to the Throne. I felt like I slandered my own name, and my speech wasn’t according to the wisdom that was embedded within me. I traveled to the streets of gloom and was arrested by this condemnation. Knowing, that truly there is no more condemnation. The ‘SIN’ Problem is no longer in effect. Those things were taken care of years before. Even as my forgiveness was met unto me –  I am living in a miracle! Truly we are all given this miracle. The throne has truly enveloped me to the place I now stand.

Long Home

Death is simply moving from one place to another. Our world is right now black and white. Time and space. One day, an adjustment will occur and we’ll see the eternal home from which we were created.

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Don’t rely on your ‘THINKING’ always, when the heart is in yearning. IT IS OUR HEARTS that speak. Not our minds. Often they both co-exist when the spirit is first in place. We are all spiritual beings!

As the little boy and girl sleeps before arriving at her destination.

They beg when will they come home to her father

Until suddenly they fall into a sleep, before waking up to home!

In this brightest morning – our eyes will lay on the glory that has belonged to us in the beginning.

The possessive language that frustrates my mind translates a message of kindness. I’m being fed by the articulation of your loud symphonies….

I’m being fed by the articulation of your loud symphonies.

The theater bears loud.

The volumes of each division that is being played.

I truly desire a rest that is called out to me.

My yawning has become the area of my home and the chamber that is of my heart, LOCKS up my travel to endlessly awaken at timeless destinations.

Dreamt Persuasion

Sounding melodies in my sleeping. R.E.M. State – it cycles my mind. Waking up on the fragrance of soulfully delivered instructions! These dreams of charm taste at the very beginning desperation, but in the very end – what is promised. Sweeter than the space of sugary islands coerced with snow and mellow comfort. I taste a beckoned bite ready to give me what my heart needs. Having known what is wanted through the actions of pressing obligations. My turning is met by love in its true relationship form. The curtains are displaying a sheerly remarkable outfit, perfect for the ends and outs of individualism. I can arrange in my mind exactly the notes and strings which the model will walk the runway. I smile when I see its life only a few steps away from completion. Everything is only a breath away from the language that is spoken. Still, in the memory and strength of trust; my work accompanies my faith.
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Truth Testing // Finger AND FIST

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When it becomes the name of ‘TRUTH’ a few things come to mind, to all of us, and we can go through different measures to help articulate what it may mean. I’ve studied heavily on articulation, and that writing will come after this one. I just wanted to share my studies on the finger and fist of what sometimes we represent, in our journey to understanding and clarity.

Here, are some definitions, of those different methods, and also a beautiful explanation by Ravi as it pertains to the quest.

Rationalism –

  1. A belief or theory that opinions and actions should be based on reason and knowledge rather than on religious belief or emotional response.
  2. The theory that reason rather than experience is the foundation of certainty in knowledge.

Empiricism  / Verification Principles, Scientific Worldview Results Took Over.  –

  1. The theory that all knowledge is derived from sense-experience.
  2. Practice-based on experiment and observation.
Existentialism/  Emotional Experiences, Personal Subjectivity –

A philosophical theory or approach that emphasizes the existence of the individual person as a free and responsible agent determining…
Post-Modernism/ NO Absolutes/ Did away, with truth, meaning, and certainty.  – A late 20th-century style in the arts, architecture, and criticism that represents a departure from modernism.

 

In life, we never graduate, but our learning is progressed in unending revelation!

The New Rebel

“But the new rebel is a skeptic, and will not entirely trust anything. He has no loyalty; therefore he can never be really a revolutionist. And the fact that he doubts everything really gets in his way when he wants to denounce anything. For all denunciation implies a moral doctrine of some kind; and the modern revolutionist doubts not only the institution he denounces, but the doctrine by which he denounces it. . . . As a politician, he will cry out that war is a waste of life, and then, as a philosopher, that all life is waste of time. A Russian pessimist will denounce a policeman for killing a peasant, and then prove by the highest philosophical principles that the peasant ought to have killed himself. . . . The man of this school goes first to a political meeting, where he complains that savages are treated as if they were beasts; then he takes his hat and umbrella and goes on to a scientific meeting, where he proves that they practically are beasts. In short, the modern revolutionist, being an infinite skeptic, is always engaged in undermining his own mines. In his book on politics he attacks men for trampling on morality; in his book on ethics he attacks morality for trampling on men. Therefore the modern man in revolt has become practically useless for all purposes of revolt. By rebelling against everything he has lost his right to rebel against anything.”

Alphabet Improvisation

How many of you all know, who it is to be at a place where there is little direction or no such torture of practice? Jazz is based on reaction, and from there on goes along a flow that becomes archived. I’ve recently studied the nature of what is improvisation.

When I was in High School, I loved theater so much because of Random Improvised warm-ups we would do.  It’s a great way to get out of your shell if you were ever shy. You had no script, you just had to react on what was presented. I find myself doing the same thing with the alphabet of what belongs to my life.

Words are formed, and it does not matter how much they really improvise, if they were a singular entity, a word being formed would be virtually impossible, with all random words just coming together. It’s alright to not find yourself in the ordinary, to be where you are without the flow of sensation!

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Black Or White are the characters that are exempt from sensation; but still have a charm that is uniquely expressed in fashion, no matter what style is out or in! I use two buttons that are black and White and I sew them on the left side of my slacks; to bring the awareness into the community of the uniform of what many wear now!

Janelle Monae is an inspiration to make it in this business!

 

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“When I started my musical career I was a maid, I used to clean houses. My parents—my mother was a proud janitor, my step-father who raised me like his very own worked at the post office and my father was a trash man. They all wore uniforms. And that’s why I stand here today in my black and white and I wear my uniform to honor them,” Monáe said, fighting back tears.

“This is a reminder that I have work to do, I have people to uplift, I have people to inspire,” she said after explaining that she grew up in Wyandotte County, “the poorest county” in Kansas City.”

Using the needle and thread keeps my fingers worked out! While I could use a sewing machine manually sewing these buttons are intense & important for the work I have become of now!

I’m inspired by how she uses this uniform to honor the singular honest quality of life we see through BLACK AND WHITE.

I’m lost without a particular article of ordinariness.

(I rather become lost, without the usual, that IN itself is peculiar…Can YOU relate? )

The bed has become my shoes of travel & appointment.

(As my sleep begins the trickle at the doorstep, I travel, and am appointed to what is next)

Everywhere I go – I look to decode the meaning behind those empowered passwords.

(They are set up, everywhere, and while they measure privacy. Meaning is just as important)

It is in this place of improvisation, the focus is set on spontaneous direction.

(It’s Jazz…I go where I heard the note play before me!)

It really does not matter where I belong or where I am headed; as long as I do not think.

(It’s important to react to the sound that is played before me..not thinking carefully where My move will take me next)

In this process of creating, rhythms have established themselves IN dangling patterns.

(As the rhymes have become repetitive, creation is becoming instinct)

There is no such torture of practice or repetition.

When really studying the hook, it becomes painfully obvious; that the passage IN which chaos arrives, is very chronological.
(A design that is yet understood…)

The history of its existence follows a direction and still contains intent & purpose.

(Purpose & Destiny is even seen IN the chaos of what is..Improvisation still seems to follow orders)

Spies Of Pattern (This Is Now Understood)

 

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Who should I call? Is someone still awake? ‘Is Anybody Out There’ proclaims the cry that echoes the deepest caves of living. Maybe I could call my best friend or my sister who understood the story from the middle towards the end and backward at the beginning. After all, such a surprise of unannounced alerts beckons at my heart.

Once it is all said, and done; eye envisions a ghost with a weapon. With the last bullets in their machine, they could indeed annihilate my insecurity. But the question has to be asked: Are these the same bullets, of what killed the physical life, to begin with, and created the ghost?
I’ve seen it in the blame and discourse of planted dreams, which sought to arouse a response. Ever so closely, desiring an explanation that fits what was perceived. I’m speaking about ‘Spies Of Pattern’, those things which looked into the corner of expression, which detects the motion of cheating.
They really care, and the care alone; prompts an even more subtle and daring taunt. IF the spies care, shouldn’t you grant the mere eloquence of your ‘Once Known Youthfulness and Honesty?’ Remember now, “the way you once were, before the DARKNESS of DOUBTS and INSECURITIES arrested you”. Says The Spy!
The blessings and confidence that motivates the spy’s heart, to reckon with the magnitude of negativity, really astounds me. As I read the lines of what is presented ‘Frank’ to me, I can’t help but think of my once owned pattern.
My words are addressed to YOU ‘Spy Of Pattern.‘ When was the last time you felt the texture and groove scope your very feet and fingers? I remember when I danced upon its detail. I became so annoyed at its combination of acts and tendencies. I had to respond, and when I did, I made sure I reflected on how sorry and hurt I was that it happen again! DAMNED, repetition, it qualified in me the character of apologetic functions that missed the foundation.
DON’T YOU REMEMBER? JUNE, NOVEMBER, THOSE RETURNING DAYS OF RECOGNITION? WHAT IS SO WRONG WITH SORRY ANYWAYS?

SO here you are, in the same position; I’ve had my turn, now you have given your rendition. God who created the universe has an amazing class, we all belong to; some of us are still sleep in the egg of unconsciousness, but I am a part of a rebirth now.This writing started exactly, a week ago. I had no idea at the time what I was writing, but in light of what just happen; I am indeed aware! AND Am able to finish it.

I’m no longer hanging on the edges of a proposition. Surely; I have heard your dreams, and have tasted the words of your honest emotions. They came in a very late time over here, I responded once, to what appeared to be your Father. Soon after; messages came to me, back to back, begging the notion of ‘If I dare’.

“It should not take a series of weeping therapy sessions, to arrange the need for counsel.” I would say! We have been here; more commonly in the ghost state of our existence. When our life was physical only a couple of months ago, we looked into our own eyes and started the quest for logic and place of love and understanding. The difference? Well, this last time, was indeed the last time.

I’m passed the intimidation of a video, recurring dreams, or even a message that exemplified the honest feeling of your heart. We had our closure, and I’ll save your time and my will to explain your careful accusations against me. I’ve already explained who I am, In fact; the nature of my being seemed unable for you to accept; which explains the reason I left. If you rather hunt and track me because of a dream, maybe you are the one who is still truly sleeping? I could answer the various lines which are corrupted and seemingly used to catch me in the snare of the pattern.
I could make another video and explain this message, and I could simply start where you left off. I’m choosing to send out this writing as it testifies of what my eyes have seen before. Words are the HOPE which motivates our silence, that they there are indeed many characters out there enough to fill the space and void.
LOVE INTERRUPTION
I want love
To roll me over slowly
stick a knife inside me,
and twist it all around.I want love to
grab my fingers gently
slam them in a doorway
put my face into the ground.I want love to
murder my own mother
and take her off to somewhere
like hell or up above.I want love to
change my friends to enemies,
change my friends to enemies
and show me how it’s all my fault.

I won’t let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me x 2
Yeah, I won’t let love disrupt, corrupt, or interrupt me anymore.

I want love to
walk right up and bite me
grab a hold of me and fight me
leave me dying on the ground.

And I want love to
split my mouth wide open and
cover up my ears,
and never let me hear a sound.

I want love to,
forget that you offended me
or how you have defended me,
when everybody tore me down.

Yeah I want love to
change my friends to enemies,
change my friends to enemies
and show me how it’s all my fault.

Yeah I won’t let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me
I won’t let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me
I won’t let love disrupt, corrupt, or interrupt me anymore.
When Jack White wrote these lyrics, he explained it summarized what love made people do. It was the idea of love getting in itself, Love is not as simple as girl meets boy, and how boy loves a girl. OR even the purpose behind two individuals. If we are going to think about love. We need to look at how we sabotage ourselves and hurt ourselves. If we want love so much, why do we do what we do to hurt each other? Since love has been mentioned for since the dawning of time; our beings are attracted to it. AND, to Jack White, (AND myself I might add) This song answers it. He goes on to say, PEOPLE who are hurting you, there is love behind it. Whether it is a love of themselves, or they don’t know how to express it, it could be unrecorded love. BUT it’s love behind it…I need not answer the accusation of insecurity. doubt, disparity, or anything of the sort. Since it does not matter whether I delete the messages, or even reply to every medium that was given to me…I find the bait of its detail to be very charming but so surprising at the same time. It’s amazing how I was picked up on this before it even began, I really thank God for purpose and a song that could not be a better voice to what was spoken.

The last lines of this song are my answer.

As for the unknown, what was uniformly known, NOW is the woe of remembrance! These selective slices of infinity, uniformly seek a position. I’ve given it rest.

 

Sleepless Rumors

The rumor has been put to sleep, and the death of delusional magic has arrived.

I’ve been met with the warmth of clouds before; except they have been on the ground.

Fresh dew; appearing on the grass. These clouds have fallen down and I’ve walked through their weightless and Nonexistent feeling before.

At last; in this proclamation, every instinct of unanswered meaning will awaken.

A long sleep has plagued its awareness.

For the sake of her; the composition has been largely forgotten and deceived.

Years have gone by and have traced marks of hallucinations and ecstasy. However, the heart is placed back to the giver who created its intention. Destiny is obedient to the will of its purpose.

It’s easy to look at Valentines Day, as a day where all lovers come and remember the love they shared. BUT, love should be much more than that! IN fact, sometimes when leaving a relationship, we did not realize how long we have been sleeping. Sometimes a very hard relationship, that is not meant to last, really plagues our relationship and outlook. Now, the rumor is put to sleep, and we can now walk through these clouds! 🙂 We can awaken because the meaning has set forth. We often abandon the composition of who we are. Today is meant to be loved in nature! Go outside, and enjoy the awakening where you are!

Transcendent Intoxication

Ever had a bad day?

Feeling as if the day to day bread is just not enough? Maybe you should get intoxicated from what’s above. Far too often we allow the misery of the usual to burden why LIFE is the most important aspect of LIVING. It’s easy to get held up in the routine, but there is more to life than this! These days that are usually aloft from the activity of remembrance, is how life should be indulged.

If you have ever pondered what bread is and what life might mean. I encourage you to watch this video, and get encouraged! This is written for you, and if I can help somebody to come! I’ll feel my mission has summarized quite well!

Lingering Amputation

For those of you once in a relationship, you know how it is, to cut somebody off when you realize their position has diminished. Why keep a member still around, when the membrane is poisoned?

It’s the reality that becomes even more piercing when you move according to the flow. Not everyone is suppose to be in your life for a long time, but cutting someone off still leaves a lingering. The smell is as strong as fragrance; that keeps the aroma of the room in circle. The memories are valid, but the question is what comes next!

What do you do about a memory?

Do you simply ignore its stinging, flavor?

Or direct the memory in a new direction & apply a different meaning?

As the decision is made to amputate the poisoned membrane; what becomes of this; reckons in and out.

The sting of its absence; creates a distinguished lingering that begs for attention.

When you simply cut off a once well exercised member; you are then going to live with that disadvantage.

Usually; when living without; you begin to ponder about getting to a prosthetic.

Your nerves being the determining focus of your next action.

I encourage you all to watch the video, and perhaps maybe you all can relate to the message!

Robotic Landscapes (Sticky Style)

Lighting up the pyramids to the labyrinth of sequenced change in order to develop a suggested pattern of sight.welcomes a robotic sequence!

Welcome, a robotic sequence!

Swift motions of old realizations welcome the spoken future of lusts!

The wires which transfer power are authorized by the autonomous behavior of program efficiency!

The consequence of machinery births a function without a fulfilled code of ethics and human function.

Within the command of a remote access, privacy is exposed as the eyes of laziness makes known its curiosity.

The horizon of cells has become disposed of in exchange for languages of guided and program agencies of service.

As the tissues are embedded within the wheels of motion, the landscapes pantomimes the expression of livelihood.

(Behold now the strategy of the robotic landscape, as the mentions of sovereignty take flight; the will of human motion is strengthened as intelligence is gained through the remembrance of initial programs.)

Machinery & Plastic Simplicity

The ‘Internet’ is representative of the media, THE Media is a Cartoon Fantasy, that is on the left.

The right is on ‘Plastic Simplicity’ those things of nature that we can fully exercise within the outside.

The machinery on THE LEFT always consists of metal, pins, keys, etc. The broach is on the left side while the cufflink is placed as well. This goes the same for my keys, watches, etc…This machinery represents the designed faculty of society today. The evolution of technology, the computer age, the media institution. I wear this pin, to represent the need of dissecting the anatomy of what’s being presented in the media today, Why we need to be careful hearing/seeing anything from the ‘machine’ we dance to every day with our fingers as we type & record ourselves on this broadcasted social network.

Now to THE RIGHT…we Have The side with Buttons, armbands, this is the LESS busy side of my attire. I’ve created this side for representation of the link of simplicity in contrary to what goes on in the left side machine. I like to call it plastic simplicity because buttons are used more commonly than cufflinks and machines. It’s an ornament, that is the most common fastener, which brings whatever is torn together.

I’ve found this as a way to express my Representative nature, what better way to do this BUT through clothing?

What Comes Next is a meeting of new faculties.

In the night while I slept; I did indeed envision the memory of travel and suspense! This will be a great adventure! Filled with wonder and surprise! I’m ready for the smile! It doesn’t seem like it is happening but it actually starts sooner than I imagined! I’m on my way out to the land of promise and ecstasy!

….More will unfold!

WHERE AM I GOING?

EUROPE!

This will be my third trip and it always makes me so happy and ready for all that is come! I’m going to surprise Miss X! NOTHING ON THE INTERNET IS A SURPRISE.But the love is written in the skies above! This is our destiny!

Summarized Notion of Thought: I have little to say because this space is filled with anticipation!

The Flower Teacher (Garden Virginity)

In the middle of the landscape, there lays a blossom of innocence.

The theory of learning progresses the passive wills of chastity.

The landscape has fully dressed the garden to appeal to the tools of fertilization.

The energy within starts to silently seek for one to come into the bliss of tight entrances.

As the desires for fulfillment are given by the kiss of fire.

The expectation of rain is brought by the movement of fingers which slowly manage to shout longing.

Forecasting into the future, the weather becomes intimate with the radar of mutual predictability.

Falling into the height of the endless skies of ecstasy; the unfolding lusts are entering into dimensions of positioned pulchritudes.

The eyes of bloom are intensified as the depth of divinity reaches its climax.

Angels begin to witness the appetite humans are given; due to the blessing of attraction and affection.

Targeting the arousal given by the initiation of touch and action harmony is blessed within a sacred union.

Being willing to jeopardize the standards of oath because of the lava in the heart; hears only the sound of heat waves.

Now as the leaves of lust and love are given at the expense of decoration; the ornaments of energy are innuendos of pure caress.

Fulfillment has exhaled the thoughts of opened blossoms; as the bloom has revealed its nature.

Summarized Notion For Thought: The flower teacher has a garden of virginity. It’s sacred. 

Infallible Gestures – Travel To Nola

Given by the immutable realizations of primitive presentations, one has only visualized the actions of physicality. What is already known is spoken by the suggestive mind. When one bears the fruit off of the tree, a voice will command words repeating after growth and intention. (1+1+1 is 3) There is no denial upon the posture of every position of the business. One has become possessed with a silence due to the arrangement of infallible gestures. Being unable to pronounce the poses and significant details of fashion; there is only the undeniable reality of subjective judgment.For a little while.

In the quality of time and definition, there is room for space and acknowledgment of Silence.

I traveled to Nola to BREATHE because virtually everything in Texas had me coughing! I went on a Megabus which I must add is a perfect way to travel for insanely cheap prices! I traveled with my sister and my niece, ROUND-TRIP from Dallas Texas – Houston Texas – New Orleans it cost me around 12 dollars! No Jokes! With Free Wifi, warm atmosphere, and NO Stops! They really give Greyhound a run for their money! I can go into details but I don’t want to get carried away; it was simply a blessing to find out about their site as I purchased the tickets the same day I heard about it. LOL. Imagine how cheap it is if you book in advance! So I went on my way for two weeks! July 13 – July 30!

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Being in New Orleans this time felt out of place because I did not have Miss X with me. She was with me this time last year for essentially the whole time! I stayed with my best friend Toi, whose family is my family! They treated me so well, and every day we arose to the horizon of bright and shifting stars!

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Every day was fully convinced with a practice of suspense! I never knew what to expect as the random stars collided into a mansion of promises! It’s safe to say I enjoyed everything there and it really enlarged my cheeks! I laughed so much and created memories that will remain forever! “DON’T SAY THAT PASTOR”/ PEOPLE ARE SOMETHING, YOU GOTTA TO WATCH EM’/ SHA NO/MARY HAD A BABY…OOO MY LAWD” So many things I created and resolved

“DON’T SAY THAT PASTOR”/ PEOPLE ARE SOMETHING, YOU GOTTA TO WATCH EM’/ SHA NO/MARY HAD A BABY…OOO MY LAWD” So many things I created and resolved to be there. I can’t count all of the events as they are so large and engulfed with details of information.

The bowl was full with fruition, and it was SUPER!

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Being In New Orleans demonstrated on a high scale, the passion and sincerity in the night. I was reminded of the bridge of ordinary and peculiar realizations. I never knew what to expect being there as everything was given a sense of spontaneity on levels I never imagined. Everyday, was eventful and sharpen my understanding of what it meant to be on vacation. I certainly could not breathe just around beauty, it would be more effective to carry myself in the lens of understanding. My stomach craved for more of the time that was soon going to enter another dimension. There was a time, when the shadows of echoed memories, left an innuendo of old practiced ANNOYANCE. I could not seem to grasp the gravity of why things went they way they played out. I heard so many voices, and I never knew exactly the freedom I have been given. I became paranoid at the the mention of stationary living, and I still am. Being in New Orleans brought everything to where I am now. 

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At the time when I heard the ‘Infallible Gestures’ come to me, I really did not understand the extent of what it meant, because I was possessed with a silence at the time. Now this silence has ceased, and I have realized the unmistakable presence of those things which have remained in motion. I know now, not to share with everyone your business as some may become like the media, leeching to whatever hint, to assume and create reason why they KNOW where you should go and what you should say. These gestures which are authentic are unable to be removed due to their eternal motion. It’s the story of love which convinced me to hold to those things which reasoning has no time for. We can’t reason the cause of anger all of the time, we say its gesture and we often conceive a thought based on it’s life. but truly it’s all a rotational of landscaping.

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Summarized Notion of Thought: As the gestures move and speak on a level of love, fully speak to the relation of strategies. Don’t be afraid to use the color from above, extend mercy and follow in the execution of Justice. As the planets come to find themselves of the orbits of your universe, PLANET and write it down so that the lesson may involve itself in your heart. As hesitation creeps in the heart of a suggestion prediction, remind yourself of the one who is love, the one who starts and ends; in the middle of your wonder. Alpha and Omega, knowing in faith and grace we are kept in security!

Commanded Normality

When one contaminates the burdens of youthful skills.

The Remembrance of those thoughts will suggest a feeling of passions which may bring on a scary pivot of returning.

As time is indefinite why even bother to enter the door when the distance kills everything closer to the quick fix. I have learned to bother the will of my mind by simply entertaining the focus of what is primitive and ethereal.

I have learned to bother the will of my mind by simply entertaining the focus of what is primitive and ethereal.

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The war has channeled a flow of weapons, medicines, and most importantly uniforms. It is in this overflow one begins to question what should be used first? Talking to the commander of timeless negotiations of the union, only leaves those in a fight in anxiety.

I’ve looked into the future and have yielded to the wisdom of traveling. In my mind and heart; I know I will come home. When one signs their name on the dotted line, they are told to read clearly the details of what they are about to sign. Giving up your name for the sake of keeping merit of your name. There rests in the prayer of faith, a hint of loneliness which conveys a sense of unprotected fulfillment. But when one seeks to expose this hint, they’re left with an excuse of surreal contact. Change becomes the metaphor of an eye, while it is seen from a far distance, its invisibility is also shown when the eye is asleep. Inside the notion which develops a scent of rebellion there lays the practice suspense in exchange for temporal mismanagement. When the bags are packed, and the ride for paradise clarity is soon reached – one begins the challenge of survival. Surviving in the elements which are enriched with skill and confidence, no one is reminded of the forces of heartache. These things quickly dissolve and are turned into joy, as they were not expected to soon come. The arrival of confidence while within clarity assures the promise in the distance. The appetite of a theory is served the will of a commanded normality.

Summarized Notion Of Thought: You risk becoming a victim of your own contradiction when you compromise to no longer value truth as coming from an outside source. BASICALLY: Truth stands naked and exposed and if you are embarrassed. Maybe you should take off your clothes. Because that’s how everyone else already sees you.