Red Pill or Blue


Today, be mindful that you get to choose the red pill or the blue.

Every morning that you wake you get a choice. You get to choose if you’ll unplug from the matrix, walk into your Divine Purpose, and be guided by Divine Wisdom and Knowledge. Or, take the blue pill and remain the same. It’s more than just staying #woke it’s about allowing yourself to walk in the Full Knowledge of this world, your Purpose, and your Power.

Many of us decide to take the distractions of this world over taking the red pill every morning because it allows us to stay the same and not have to work to change, grow, and ultimately evolve. I mean, who wants to be responsible to change their life in the most impactful and effective ways and possibly change the lives of others right? Most of the people we know take the same blue pill anyway, so if I stay the same I don’t have to worry about being different. I can be relatable because we’re talking about the same things, we’re reading the same things, and we’re watching the same things and having the same mindless experiences. I don’t have to worry about carrying the weight of the world (knowledge) by myself and not have anything new to talk about or anyone to talk to. We all know that it’s more than just about being a better entrepreneur, author, producer, marketer, or person for that matter. It’s about taking the responsibility of ‘self’ to a whole other dimension and dedicating your life to achieving the highest level of ‘self’ that you can achieve. The greatest part of this is intentionally letting go (unplugging) from the distractions that keep us ‘sleep’. Distractions like racism, sexism, judgment, separatism, and the mindlessness activities that keep us in a perpetual loop of ‘being stuck’. We have a responsibility to ourselves and to others to evolve to our ‘higher’ selves and be greater so that the world can ultimately be greater but when we continuously choose the blue pill we make that harder each and every day.

Today, which pill will you choose? The red or the blue.

#redpill #bluepill #consciousness#mindfulness #evolve #mindhack #racism#judgment #sexism #knowledgeispower#wisdom #unplug #higherself #selflove#staywoke

Healing From The Past


I heard it so clear ” You’re not going to be able to move forward and help others until you first are able to help yourself.”
The reason I host a transformational internet talk show is because I too am transforming. I am in a perpetual state of transformation and this dimension of transformation has been the most difficult. Even still, I believe that I have finally found that one piece (peace) that will take me to the other side. Finally.
I have three suns that are now grown men that I did not raise. Not in the traditional sense. During their childhood we spent every Christmas, New Years, and a couple weeks during the summer together every year for ten years. This part of my transitioning into the next dimension has been the most difficult because as I have been dealing with certain things in my life this part has been the most eye-opening, hurtful, shameful, and even guilt ridden.  Although my children and I each have great relationships, and they have never judged me for leaving them with their father or not being there 24/7 it is I who have dealt with life the most internally regarding this decision.  Their love for me have never waned and the older they get we seem to get closer.
Two years ago I made a decision to let go of a Nine year relationship because I felt I was not growing. I felt in some way stuck and not because my partner at the time made me feel that way but because I understood that we were going in different directions and the relationship itself was not growing. Leaving this relationship allowed me to spend quite a bit of time alone. Something I hadn’t done since 2005 after being run over by a car. This time alone afforded me the time to once again look at myself; up close and personal and do some inside work.
Eight months into my alone time and working on myself my youngest came to live with me to get himself together.  I felt like this was a second opportunity to get to know each other more and to deal with some things from our past so again, I was willing to do the work.  The fun quickly dissipated as this was a daunting task, more than I had imagined but too there were loving spaces for us to enjoy as well. But I  had to admit  that again,I found myself in a tough space trying to heal with someone who is now grown.  For  fourteen months we lived together trying to coexist in a world we both were new to at different points in our lives. This best thing was that neither of us held any resentment of the other even though we were getting on each others nerves at times and we loved each other more than we got on each others nerves. We were learning, growing, and letting go of parts of ourselves that were no longer needed or effective in order to have a more functional relationship. During the times we talked I would find myself learning just how much I had missed out of his and his brothers lives. I felt guilty at best even though he wasn’t telling me so that I could, he would just tell me stories of things that he had lived, and I myself saw what he had endured because I was not there.
My sun moved out recently and we are at a great place. Even though some of it was tough it was one of the best experiences that I’ve had. It was so necessary for the growth of us both and helped us to be able to move forward in our purpose.  Not long ago his father came to town for a funeral and of course he stopped by to see my son, and then they both came to see me.  My ex-husband and I have always remained friends over the years as divorced mothers and fathers should in order to co-parent children. We also check in with one another from time to time as well. We all sat in my living room laughing talking about all of my suns, their lives, and what we’ve experienced. As I sat, listened, and watched the two of them together I realized two things; one I had made the right decision to leave them with their father because of their relationship; but the second was a little heartbreaking as I came to an even further conclusion of how much I had really missed out on my boys lives.  That night I would be happy and sad at the same time.  When they left my heart was a little heavy. It wasn’t heavy because I thought that I should’ve stayed in the relationship with their father but because I felt that maybe I should’ve stayed closer to them so that I did not miss them growing up, football games, and many firsts.
I allowed myself to feel these emotions and think about what could’ve been if I had not moved to a different state and remained physically closer to my children. I cried a little at the things that I had missed, time that was lost, and then asked myself questions, waited for the answers and listened to myself as I spoke. I knew it was necessary for me not to run from the answers and the things that I had done but to gain an understanding of what has happened, why, and how to move on and heal from them.
I have since reconciled my feeling with regards to that night, and our past. I believe that things happen for many different reasons and we should not relive them over and over but to work through them so that we can have a better future.

Time Sensitive Goals, Dreams, and Purpose


time-sensitive

adj
1. (Chemistry) physically changing as time passes
2. only relevant or applicable for a short period of time

My belief is that my purpose is time sensitive such as everyone’s is. All of us only get a certain amount of time on the earth to do what it is that we have been sent here to do. For me, about 20 years ago I had the opportunity to explore, live life from a different perspective, gain insight & knowledge, suffer, and even sacrifice. That period is now over and the time now is to “Get to WORK”. From a Divine mindset the purpose in which we have been given has always been sensitive to time, but the time prior to “Go time” is known as a time of spiritual, physical, and mental maturation and preparation. A time to gain knowledge of the purpose and what strengths and tools we have been given in order to manifest that purpose. Some of us have been allotted more time to be still and listen as others have been appointed less. That time frame is based upon assignment and individual capacity. 20 years seems like a long time but in that time wisdom was being stored from all aspects as well as time given in to presupposed distractions, an unwillingness to learn from certain lessons, and a repeat of circumstances because of all of it. At this stage of life I understand the need to be severely focused, to keep moving, and to not hold on to the fear of what others think. Even in the event of mistakes, the intent is to learn from them, use them as necessary, and continue to grow.

The other day I watched the #HBO series “The Defiant Ones” and felt a sense of confirmation when I heard #jimmyiovine say “That’s why those horses have blinders on. And that’s what people should have when you’re running after something, you should not look left or right, what does this person think, what does that person think, NO, GO!”

How about you, do you think life is time-sensitive?

#life
#lifepreparation
#timesensitive
#goals
#purpose
#dreams
#growthmindset
#spiritualmaturation
#mentalpreparation

Appreciate One Another


picsart_10-04-08-31-54Our prayer should be that we as humans begin to appreciate one another for who we are and not for who we’d like each other to be. That we will no longer judge one another for not being like the other. And that we will no longer hold each other Hostage to live according to one another’s purpose. We are all important with gifts as unique as we are different. The Creator placed us here for different reasons; this is why, I can not be you and you can not be me. We are called to Live our lives, walk in our purpose, and not hurt anyone.  We as people must get to the point where we respect each other for being who we are and not judging because we are not the same.” Kai Mann

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What Really Matters?


American Joe Louis Fist

 

 

Black lives matter
All lives matter
LGBTQ lives matter
Brown lives matter
White lives matter

In this world where a Utopian society ceases to be
We don’t understand the world we inevitably see
The death toll of humanity would alarmingly sound
Where the bodies of the latest martyrs of incitement are found
Born into a war we were destined to fight
Where the color of skin would be the predetermined slight
Is hate the opposite where there is no choice
Or does opinion have the loudest voice
directional challenges aimed at those on the same team
purposed to divide and conquer…the age old theme
Slanderous words of ignorance formed from rage and hate
deriving from the unknown corners of mouths ready to prate
Attacks made on those whose processes are slow and silent
trying to comprehend the Universe filled with violence
trading accusations hurled with useless rhetoric
when a solution takes thought for today’s betterment
Wars and rumors of wars will always transpire
Where will today’s sacrificial lamb have a place to retire
Will it be in the streets lined with blood instead of trees
Or in a nightclub under a table shaking on your knees
Purposed to die from the time of inception
From your destiny there is no protection
In other words some of us were born to die
For a cause we were originated to buy
with the cost of our lives we were never asked
It is our slate to be our one and only task
Give up the Ghost for a chance to save humanity
If we had known our assignment would we have plead insanity
How much of a life does it really matter
When we walk among one another daily and spew hateful chatter
Until one of us dies and we forge a counterfeit alliance
Withholding our indifference and trading it in for compliance
because after the battle has been long and forgotten
We return to our state of backbiting and plottin’
Or will this all matter in the end
And a perpetual allegiance to humanity will ultimately begin
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Uncomfortable


117I’ve realized how uncomfortable I get when people talk about other people, be it their clothes, their hair, and especially their personal business. I am not sure when it started, or if that feeling of being uncomfortable was always there lying dormant some place. Lately I’ve noticed it more and more. Now, it’s not to say that some things aren’t funny but I think something about laughing at other’s pain, or at their expense is what makes me uncomfortable. Maybe it’s the fact that I realize that if it were me, people would be laughing at me too.

I think we don’t realize each other’s pain. If we did we wouldn’t be laughing right. I see pictures of people at their lowest, the clothes they wear, or the mistakes they’ve made on Facebook and twitter and I scroll passed it fast, so as not to be an accessory or guilty by association.

Everyone doesn’t have what we have. We must first be conscious of that. We have got to understand that some people don’t have jobs or clothes, things have happened in their lives to were loss and lack have permeated their total existence; and we laugh because their clothes are too tight, too small, or too something. We offer these people neither sympathy nor understanding. Maybe it’s because we’ve never been there so it’s a bit hard to understand loss in that particular area. But you have lacked or needed something, haven’t you?

On the other spectrum, to see others expose when some people wear on purpose clothing that are revealing, tacky, or whatever, makes me uncomfortable as well. Not because the person is revealing too much of their assets or what have you, but the person who calls it into attention make me uncomfortable because I’m not sure if they still don’t see the pain of that person.

We go into excessive situations when we are indeed in lack, no father in the home, mother not there to teach us how to be a lady, or whatever the case may be. We expose them without offering them something in exchange; something positive to their negative. I wonder if it would be okay when I see some young girl with her shorts up her spine and a low cut shirt to say “You have the most amazing eyes” if she would focus more on them the next time she decided what to wear.

Well, at least if we decide to say nothing, maybe we should say nothing on Facebook or twitter too. I don’t know, I haven’t tried it but I think I will, next time.

 

 

I Wanna Know


How do you do something

so good

that you weren’t

going to be able to do

anymore

What was the purpose

in that

Did I miss something

Did I get too comfortable

Did I not use the gift

as it was supposed to

be used

was I cursed

like the guy

in the Bible who

hid his talent

hmmmm….I wanna know

Just Write~ September 18, 2013


 

Cassette adaptor

Purpose Rewound

You can never lose sight of the purpose.

Almost at the time of doing so, the universe will bring it back to you softly,

If you refuse it’s advice; the hard way you’ll go.

My Soul Smiles


Today I was given the opportunity to share my accomplishments, hopes, dreams, and latest endeavors with a co-worker. Much to her surprise she had no idea of all the things that I had done and still pray faithfully to do, in what she would call a short time. I shared with her that I felt like I am at the half way point in my life and if I didn’t do those things in which I dream of now, then when. I went on to tell her that my mother was diagnosed with pre-senile dementia when she was 53 years old that later developed into Alzheimer’s. Simply put, that is 10 years from now and if by some chance I should receive the same fate as my mother, I want to have had a life basically worth dying for. Although my mother would live for twenty plus years with Alzheimer’s I do know that in her short time here with us that she did whatever she wanted to do. She lived a full 53 years.  Her diagnosis would give me the fuel to seek out those things in life that I had been dreaming of since I could remember and on the eve of what would be her 77th birthday I get quiet to recognize my own life; where I’ve been and where I am going. Often I have thought that I too would live a short life as she did which in turn made me realize not only how precious life is but how we have to seek out our purpose in life and go for it, guns blazing.  Although it would seem sad that someone had to die so that I could live, I am reminded that it was not the first time.

I wouldn’t say that I’m living so that I could die; but when I’m gone I want to have accomplish more than I could have ever dreamed of. As for today I sit quiet and think of what I want to accomplish in the next ten years and my soul smiles.