Leap Of Faith = Awakening = Evolvement = Purpose = Destiny = You...

For the purpose of obedience, in 2004 when it was placed on my mind....

...by divine purpose (of course)...

...to trust my inner voices, to take a leap of faith.

I had no idea what that would entail.

I trusted my instinct.

I trusted God.

Though there had been many times I'd wished for some sort of interference from the Almighty One,

and though he was guiding me the entire time, it was because I trusted and listened is when strayed away.

...which was often.

But as man say...."we are only human."

I'm not sure what man actually said that, but I've never believed it.

Not for one second.

Ya see I actually listen and speak to my ancestors and allow them to guide my ways.

And they've yet to fail me.

Only thing is I'd been not obedient at times as we most are at times....

...doing things we know that one day we will suffer of it's consequences for our actions.

But you only get tired of being tired for so long.

This is where GOD is really listening up.

He's always listening....but this is where he wants to hear what your humbling experience you've encountered in your life.

OF course he knew it was gonna happen.

He couldn't just SHOW you!....

....you would've never learned anything.

You'd still be asleep at the wheel.

And with ALL that's stored within you, that you have not yet discovered(or maybe you have)....the last thing you want to do is leave this planet without contributing your part to the fulfillment of purposes throughout the Universe.

Every being has a purpose.

Believe it.

But FIRST....let me tell you about the Leap of Faith and how it started my journey towards Awakening. ...

It was 2004 and I'd just put in my two week notice at a place I wouldn't miss nor would stay if they paid me twice or three times what I was making.

It's was toxic to my soul and housed alot of "sleeping zombies"

Sleeping Zombies are those who are 100% plugged into a job that is repetitive, offers great "benefits", has abusive bosses and the pay is lousy....and I mean really lousy.

They pride themselves on "seniority"....ya know....like who's been there the longest really matters to them.

It's a union gig.

Oh yeah!

Dont get me started the union dues.

Ufff.rrrrrrrghhggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! ...sorry flashback

Anyways....

So sleeping zombies are basically people who are in mundane job positions but feel trapped because they've given up on any kind of leap of faith. 

Anything out of the ordinary for these souls and they are clearly thrown off course.

And they will always appear "happy"....always "smiling" ...but often crying and staring out the window of a 32 story corporate building.

It is depressing.

I was depressed.

I became depressed.

Geeeez, I get chills just thinking about this place.

(FLASHBACK STARTS)

I remember arriving in the office on the first day of work ....LATE and on-purpose.

The welcome letter said something about a meeting with the supervisor @ 8am.

8AM?!!?!?

....YEAH RIGHT!!! ....that's gonna be problem.

I'm usually just rolling over to hit the next 15 minute snooze about that time.

Besides, in celebration of my arrival from the Bay to L.A., the boys wanted to get out & get some party!

So what was I to do?

Well....

It was a wild party.

Come on, back in the Bay in 2004 there weren't any spots I was aware of that was crak'n on a Sunday night.

And besides we were only suppose to just out for drinks.

The bar turned into a full-on club that opened up a downstairs area, main area and huge outdoor patio.

It was predominantly latino-latina crowd.

But I was cool with that.

I love all women.

Anyways....

These nuts (my boyz that is) wanted to introduce me to Irish Car Bombs.

My one buddy is a full blooded irishmen born & raised in L.A. who kind of resembles a cross between pop-eye & ed norton. But with more tattos than my young punk of a brother.

But this kat was cool.

The other kat is this brotha who looks more middle eastern than black. He actually looks mixed. However, he is 100% black man.....with a blood line of the white man someone within his ancestry.

He'll deny it though. Whatevah!

Soooo....

4 Irish Car Bombs later and I'm throwing fine latinas in the air like we use to do at the clubs in SF.

When the alarm went off @7am, I called into the office and left a message:

"Hi Blah-blah-blah,  This is blah-blah-blah....Ummm so yeah, I  was suppose to drive up on Saturday night but I had car issues and didn't leave until last night. So I really need to get some rest as I didn't get in until 3am this morning. If it's ok with you I'll be in around uhhhh.... 1pm. If there's a problem with that, please give me a call on my cell and we can discuss, but I really want to start the monday a little refreshed. Thanks and see you around 1. Bye"

She actually called me back.

I answered the phone like " Huh?....what'?? ....who is this....what do you want??!? why are you calling my phone so damn early???"""

It was my new supervisor.

I knew it was her.

I played it off like someone had been calling my phone &  harrassing me while I was attempting to get some zzzz's so I could get into work (yeah right!)

That was my tactic to throw her off a bit and also to feel guilty calling me.

It worked.

She was all apologetic for waking me up.

And then she asked if it would be best for me to come in on Tuesday, so I can get some proper rest.

I said....noooo......" Let me just get a couple more hours of sleep and I'll see you @ 1pm this afternoon, ok?"

It was 8:15am....I slept until about 1o'clock.

I didn't arrive in the office until about....2pm.

She was like "Oh I thought maybe you'd changed your mind to get some more rest and I wouldn't see you until tomorrow...hahahahahaha"

And I was like (to myself) " Uhh....no.... stupid lady.....if I dont work, I dont get paid...and if I dont get paid, I'm out sh** out of luck!"

(WAIT A MINUTE....I skipped the part about me walking into the lobby after stalling for more time as I attempted to find parking on the streets. We had a parking garage and I was given the directions...but I wanted to play dumb like "I couldn't remember")

(Sometimes you have to play dumb just so people do not feel intimidated by your being and powerful presence. I knew this gig was temporary. What I didn't know was for how much of this gig I could take before I went insane. Aparently, not too long...)

When i arrived in the lobby, there was a couple of yahoo's hanging about who looked like they totally didn't belong in the place. It was a strange crew for this kind of organization, but in truth...I had eye-witnessed stranger beings back @ home....up North.

One dude look like a young rocker-like hipster cool white dude. Looks like he might roll a skateboard to work.

The other kat looked like he could definitely be a famous starring handsome-hopeless romantic roles-actor type or the lead singer for a kickass band.

This other dude, was a brotha....with blonde dreadlocks...

.....uhhh, yeah.

I mean when I say strange crew.....that's sort of a good thing.

These kats had "misfits" written all over their faces....my kind of crew.

I proceeded up the elevator with the crew and introduced myself as they all worked for the company but on different floors and various departments.

I say to myself the entire ride up " No expectations."

This is something that echoed at times to remind of my leap of faith.

Trust me when I say ....I couldn't make this stuff up, if someone paid me.

Really I couldn't.

anyways....

So......When I got off the elevator, there was this dude behind a glass window who reminded of a big stoner hawaiian dude from berkeley somewhere.

These were some of the people that I'd be working with over course of the next year & a half.

Only one year & half?....one might ask....

BECAUSE......That's all I could stands....and I couldn't stands it no more!!

:-)

I remember it vividly as if it were yesterday...

As I'm sitting in the new supervisors office after she gives me a tour of the place.

And like like all supervisors on the first day of a new employee.... she asks the question " Any questions?"

Aaand Of course I have a question.

I always got a question.

I always got a FEW questions to tell the truth.

But my one question, if answered correctly, would be the tell all to end all....

My question to ms supervisor?....."So ummm, Did I miss the Monday meeting?"

She says..."what meeting?"

And I say..."ya know the one where the attorney's & assistants get together to try and make things run even smoother. ya know....sort of an outlook ...umm forecast of things to come type of meeting"..."ya know the ones that usually start off the week with a bang!?"

Her reply...."oh...no....no....ummm nothing like that. Oh ....we do have a pot luck like every other month....every participates.....it's fun ...I think you'll enjoy it......but ummm as for meetings.....no....no meetings"

Right then and there, I wanted to lunge right out the window that was overlooking the near by highway.

If these people weren't starting off their week with a monday morning pow wow.....what the hell could I have gotten myself into? ....

And then she shows me to my new desk.

The desk is part of a cubicle where my back is to everyone.

It's Fung Shwwww.....NO!

To make matters worse.....the computer just has internal email. You can email from the companies email to other branches or your personal email account but there is absolutely not internet access to any programs, the world wide web.....nothing!

WHAT THE *******!!! is GOING ON HERE!!

This is prison.

I'm being punished.

WHyyyyyyyy!!!!?!?!?!??!?!?!

I send an email to my yahoo account.....

....I leave the subject blank.....

....I start....."Dear God what have I done!?!"

The rest is a very ...very short but long story.

The gig served it's purpose.

I was out of there in less than a 1 1/2....

I spent part of 3 months under psychiatric evaluation for depression & anxiety.

During this time.....

....If I recall correctly, my favorite aunt...and the woman responsible for getting me the gig had passed.

A couple of years prior my moms old boyfriend, who was pretty much the only father figure I ever seen at home....also passed.

It had appeared that death had awaken my deep consciousness in the leap of my awakening.

Things became dark for me.

I was living alone but not really.

I had a roommate but he had taken a gig up north, so he commuted every other weekend or so to & from the Bay.

In the middle of the North Ridge Valley followed by a repossession on my vehicle, I'd just hit rock bottom...but I still had a roof over my head....which meant I still had my faith!!

I surrendered.

I surrendered to God my soul for help.

He was my only way back to sanity.

I prayed. I meditated. I prayed. I meditated. I worked out. I played music.

I started to feel better again.

Slowly and surely..

With this surrendering started my awakening.

I was enlightened to continue my journey with my leap of faith.

I was enlightened not to give up......

...to dig deep within my consciousness and bring out the man that wants to become more than just a man.

A man.....who wants to go through struggle.

A man who wants to know God.

A man who does not want to fail at this thing he has come to know as life.

But is this about his life?

What does God have in store for his young black man who has taken the leap of faith to remove himself from his upbringings and surrounding....

...to know that God has something more for me as he will have to sacrifice some of what he believes is to be himself.

He will have to remove himself from his immediate family.

He will have to tell old friends, good-bye.

He knows not what's ahead.

He's just been told.......been shown that the world is bigger than the backyard he brought up in.

He's been told he has a destiny on this planet as it is in heaven.

He has been in slumber.

He is awakening though....

....he is evolving.

God Blessed this man.

This man is gonna evolve the world.

Next Blog....The Awakening....4 years later.....

To Ask or Not to Ask.

To not ask, arouses curiosity.

To ask, satisfies curious mind....the curious soul.

This is how the awakening begins.

Deep within your conscious mind you've asked the same questions over and over again....
...but only in your own mind.

You've actually answered many questions for your own satisfying ego of not thoroughly researching a plausible answer of importance.

Yes everything is of importance when it comes to knowledge of the Truth.

The energy around you must always be positive.

Negative thinker and ney sayers speak without conscious thinking of fear provoked thoughts.

It's contagious actually.

Think about the next time someone you know regurgitates something within a conversation of something they know not 100% certainty about ....but just something they "heard" someone else say.

This is 95% of the circle of souls thinking that you will encounter in your life time.

How do you avoid these energy suckers?

Keep it quick and keep it moving.

Often people will inquire of questions from you at times that are convienient for their own ego....thus distracting you from your conscious thoughts.

Often these questions are mondane to thought process are nine times out of time unthought provocative.

Meaning the answer was obvious.....the person just didn't want to do the mind work for themselves.

In this you must be observant of these type of "soul suckers"aka time zappers.

Time zappers are clearly people that do not "wish" to think themselves out of a situation.

They are 85% dependent on the thoughts of others.

They will not jump out on a ledge unless there is a safety net.

Not much of a risk taker.

Creative thought provocative souls are risk takers.

They do what they do and look for no appeal from anyone.

If you like what they do ...they are over joyed.

If you dont like what they do....they are still over joyed.

Ask.....why settle for someone else's answer to your questions?

Do the homework.

Find the answers that will unlock your awakening so that you can be on about your creators business.

To inquire or not to.

Alice did not go down the rabbit hole because she was fearful of what she might find.

She was curious enough to take the next step that triggers her curiosity...

"where did that rabbit come from and where is he going.....perhaps I think I would like to find out...."

That's all you need.

Take the next step into evolvement, seek the answers.

With modern day technology at our fingers and wrists, we can uncover the world of Untruths....

...because there literally is a world of it's origin.

peace.

Down the Rabbit Hole: The Awakening...

Time and time again ....

...the words Awakening echoes in & out of my head all day long.

What does it mean?

Me awakening?

The messages were starting to be more vivid.

Soon my online research for knowledge and truth would lead me from one thing and to another.

All in line of the untold truths.

It all started the when I rejected the hallmark holiday greeting of saying "Happy Thanksgiving!"....

I'd sent this message to a few buddies of mine of whom I was hoping to get in touch with once I touched down in my hometown for the holiday.

One of those messages went to a buddy of mine who is with the Nation of Is......

(I choose not to spell out the name because I know how spider tags and things work and do not wish for certain content to draw attention to my blogs)

I didn't think he would offended by the greeting but knew the Nation does not believe in the holiday.

And I sure as hell dont.

I came across content online that referred to it as it should be called "Thankskilling"

The question arose: How can you be thankful on a holiday that depicts a lie of thanksgiving?

The native indians do not see this day in celebration.

They see if as pain and sorrow for their fallen.

Anyone that believes other wise of the discovery of America and how the original people of the lands just handed over the keys to the castle willingly is living one of the greatest lies that this country is founded on.

And that's when it happened.

Discovery of self.

The knowledge just started pouring out into my mind like a fountain with an over abundance of water.

The Black Hebrew Israelites.

George Washington communicating with Universal Alien Ancestry.

The Bible, and how the it was rewritten as the King James Version.

Yahweh being the real word for Lord.

Fully understanding the need for daily meditation and rituals in order to ascend to the next level in evolution.

Understanding the black people who were brought over as slaves, are still slaves in this modern day age  of sharecropping; pimping of black entertainers, musicians, athletes and wealthy black moguls.

All this just started hitting me at once.

It was a true rabbit hole....

and ya know once ya go down one....there's no coming back.

It's as if a vail has been lifted from over your eyes.

You now see everything vividly for what it is.

And meditating and getting sunlight is the key to the escalation of self for the coming of our creator.

I've been awakening since my early teens....is when I started to ask questions and didn't settle for the answers I was given.....

Instead, I researched my own knowledge....for myself.

It was within my teen studies that I developed a knack for uncovering truth as it is in plain view of ordinary daily eyes.

Stones unturned would be an understatement for the truths that I've uncovered about our world.

IT's not always as easy to explain either.

The things I know.

The things I've known....

....are all starting to put together like a giant puzzle.

THIS JUST IN....

As I was typing up this blog @ approximately 4:25 Dec 2nd 2012,

I started to think about how I should receive my Sun today as it was cloudy and and overcast as if the rains were coming but instead the Sun perks out through the dark clouds and as this wonderful and beautiful nature event is happening, via my 2nd floor apartment patio, I'm viewing air planes in the distance leaving behind trails of cloud like substance that seems to have a drizzle effect once interacting wtihout atmostphere. See picture insert





I've started to see more and more of these "Air Trails of the Unknown"....

as I like to refer to what some are referring to as chemical trails.

I have no idea what it is but I'm curious to find out.

Because I've viewed it all summer long made in criss-cross sections....and then still being visible to the human eye way pask dusk.

I've seen it with my own eyes.

Airplane trails that usually spew out stuff into the air usually disappears in a matter of what appears to the human eye as of seconds.

But this stuff ...lingers....for as long as 6 hours as I've observed.

It is this kind of awakening that is allowing me to get the answers for my own consciousness.

I do not trust the world...and for good reason.

I am not of the world.

I am a spiritual being of Yahweh sent here to awaken the lost tribes of Israyl.

I am The One.

Being comfortable being you...

Normal.

Abnormal.

Totally different from each other.

Yet similar.

But not.



I've lived my life in fear.

Fear that someone, somebody...somewhere will know my secret.

My one secret that I keep to myself.

Something that I dare not discuss with friends or family.

As if they do not know.

Or I pretend that I do not know.

I fit in, so my condition is'nt at all obvious when fully clothed.

My physicality is definitely not that of a "normal" human being.

Actually I'm 1 in 100,000 abnormally born persons in this world.

Lucky me.

I've walked the earth now for several years living in the unknown.

(41 to be exact)

So once it was described to me that my abnormality had a name(which was 8 years ago)...

....I felt both relieved and alone.

My walk in life has been down the road of Acceptance.

I tend to worry more about accepting myself more than I wonder about how people perceive or accept me.

However , my fear is that the ones that I've befriended over the years, if they were to ever find out about my condition that they would start to treat me differently.

I've seen how people treat others differently when they discover that something is different about that person that they cant visibly see....


Something in particular.

Some abnormality that isn't lacking in subtlety.

I enjoy the freedom of knowing that if a person is a natural born dickhead....

...I do not want that person to change their persona because they feel sorry for my condition....
...NO ...continue....continue to be a dickhead....if that's what you choose to be ...go right a head...
...it's your life.
You can do whatevah you like....!!

(isn't that a lyric to a song?)

Anways.....

Genuine.

People should be genuine in their understanding of one another.

Everyone's reality is something altogether different.

At different paces.

Different times.

Different time zones.

In other countries.

Right next door.

...

Learning to accept me ....first.

How can I expect someone to accept me if I dont accept me?

Question of my life.

I must evolve.

I must take my own advice.

I must.

I voted. It's way past midnight and I have no idea who won...

I've been watching a documentary on netflix about Star Trek fans.

It was great documentary.

More on it later.

Before the documentary, after voting I came home and took a nap.

On my living room lounge area.

It was the quickest power nap ever!

But I needed it.

So since I dont watch much tv, I'm not currently active on twitter or facebook, I'm out of the loop until I wake in the morning to see what Props won...and what will be our demise for the next 4 years.

I hope for Obama.

No-One elected into the Presidency 4 years ago would have enough time to undo the tyranny of the Bushes!

No-One!

So 2 terms is required.

That's pretty much where I stand with politics.

I hate all aspects of the politics.

It doesn't rule me.

I make my voice known via petition signings and supportive acts of much needed Propositions.

Outside of that, I'm very handy with letter writing should I need to make my voice more known.

The power of a letter is ...well POWERFUL.

Try it sometime.

Even if you decide not to mail it, getting your thoughts down on paper if evolutionary and opening to the soul.

This blogging thing is cool for me.

I dont talk to many people after I get home from work.

I may talk to my cousin or other family members.

But since I'm dumped my facebook & twitter page over 6 months ago (after being on board since 2003), I'm afraid I'm out of the social networking loop.

It's kind of an interesting outlook on how the world is.

People assume you know what they're talking about in reference to music, tv, celebrities, the latest happenings,etc.

I look up what I need to know.

I dont take on other's perspective of the life that's evolving around me.

I dont need reporters or social networks to bring me this info.

If I need it, I find it.

If I dont want it, I block it out.

I have issues of my own.

The doc prescribed me some meds that will help my anxiety.

Yes I do have some anxiety.

My brain is always running at top speed.

I need "things" to help me calm the brain activity down.

I worry in silence sometimes about how I'm perceived amongst people in general.

I can say outloud that "I dont care what people think" but that would be very untrue.

Everyone cares to some point.

They may never admit to it.
But they do.

It will be somewhat refreshing tomorrow morning to check the headlines to see if my votes counted towards Obama being in office for another 4 years or if we're all doomed as we head straight forward to the brink of human destruction.

This blue marble....


....The earth will survive.

It's inhabitants?

....will more likely.....evolve.

Once upon a time, it was me & my cousin and 'em...

And 'em?

Who is "em?

LOL!!!

Hilarious, I'll explain later who 'em is or was.

But that's how I remember hearing great stories as a kid.

When ever you heard the phrase "Once upon a time".....you knew you were in for a ear full of overly exaggerated lies.

Only thing is...you couldn't prove it.

For all you knew, it could have actually happened.

I mean as a kid(and probably even as an adult), if somebodies telling you a story of how two doberman pinchers hopped a fence and started chasing you down the street and the only way you got away was because of your super agile physic - with the abilities to hop over tall chain link school fencing in a single bound?......You will stop what you are doing and listen.

Your ears would be aching for an audible & improv display of pure unrehearsed entertainment.

Nothings funnier than hearing about how two neighborhood dogs got out one day.

If you grew up in Oakland in the 70's ...this was an all too common of a story of which was without a doubt to have some truth in it.

Exaggerated?

Of course.

Yet, a story is a story.


As I sometimes drift off into the day-dreams of yesteryear, I often laugh out loud when no-one else is around.

Because the stuff I've lived through personally, writers in Hollyhood wouldn't know what to make of it....and THEY...definitely couldn't make it up themselves.

Trust when I say I know this for a FACT.

Anyways.

That's all I got for today.

Keep evolving.

Oh, yeah I know funny....

Ok.

Here it is.

For the first time ever

.....in my life, of course,

I am  confessing something that I've known about who I am for a very long time but...

but...was in a little denial.

I've just never wanted to come of as being cocky or a nuisance.

I'm talking about: The Being of Being Funny.

I've enjoyed a good chuckle, a great gut-buster, an eye-bucking-gasp-for-air type of laughter & humor since for as probably as long as I've learned to walk.

But in divulging into such a wonderful human experience, I've acquired the art of comedic storytelling with an animated twist to every retailing of a story, either it be fiction or truth.

Because The Truth is funny.

And I harness that which is of the truth.

BTW...

I well into my 30's.

Now, I'm not sure what really ignited this insane & comedically twisted persona of humor that I've achieved over time but the more I've come to know of those who are considered my family(by blood or not) are some of the very people who were closet to me as a young buck growing up.

Comedic DNA.

Where did mine come from?

Both sides of the family.

My families were always laughing.

And it was more like...

Everyone was always smiling.


Laughing.
Chuckling.
Whispering jokes.
Drinking and get'n loud.
Funny for no reason.
Dancing.
Dancing funny.
Making goofy faces.

Growing up when I think about it....there was always a new kid being born in the neighborhood.

Mostly in huge contribution from my family.

Which meant....

Always a reason for a party.

A babyshower.
Means...food.
Drink.
More Drink.
Laughing.
Loud laughing.
Goofy-ass laughing.
Drunk laughter.
Cool off periods.
More dancing...

More drinking.
More laughing.

And those were just Friday nights.
But also, the media was different while I was growing up.

I couldn't really tell back then but I sensed something terrible had recently happened and perhaps this was why all the adults seemed be always smiling and laughing.

Perhaps it was to keep from thinking about the tragic pains that America (in particularly Black America)had just gone through in the 60's with the death of our the nations top leaders.

Think about it:

John F Kennedy.
Martin Luther King Jr.
Malcom X

And here's a facto I bet you didn't know about the 70's....
the first email-transmission happened in 1971.

yeah but you knew that, right?

No you didn't!

Stop lying!

do ya homework homie.

The folks @ wiki did it for you.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1970s

donate when you can.

Anyways....

So....
The thought of raising kids & teenagers in the 70's had to be a job within itself.

And what better way to heal the human soul but through laughter.

Laughter heals the soul.

Medical files may not have records of this "new found" art to be healing, but I know it's true.

And let's talk about more of the media.

Like television in the 70's.

That was entertainment back then!!

That was laughter & comedy!

Storytelling at it's best.

Exaggerated truths unlike you've never heard before in your life.

Jokes that you'll probably never hear in your life.

Funny!

Johnny Carson.

Funny.

Richard Pryor.....Funny!

Happy Days.....corny & funny!

Wasn't expecting that one huh?

Well...it was funny to me.

White people can be funny.

Some of best that are white...are funny as shi*!

The funny part.....I forget they're white.

Funny has no color in my book.

If you funny....you funny.

You can be funny in the dark.

Sanford & Son........FUNNY!

The Odd Couple....funny!!
I get a kick out of watching the reactions of grumpy people.
There's absolutely nothing funnier to me than a grump.

I can be grump, no doubt.

As yes, I'm sure when that time comes...I'm crack'n-up on the inside.

You gotta laugh at yourself.

It's ok to do it often too.

I do it ALL the time.

I cant help but to think that all of those cartoons had everything to with my animated way in telling a story.

Merrie Melodies.

Looney Tunes.

Tom & Jerry.

Rocky & Bullwinkle.

Classics.

I mean think about it.

Jerry, nor Tom had voices......well only in an episode or two.

Even that was funny.

Caught totally off-guard.

But that was the comedy I grew up on.

So in all that i've stated, I had no choice in my comedic DNA outcome.

Speaking of the future of comedic DNA outcomes....

I believe all hope is gone!

They'll have to rely on dvd's and blue-rays of the good stuff I grew up on.

Because when did vulgar get funny?

Or disgust become entertaining?

Throwing-up is funny?

No it's disgusting.

Just the thought of someone yak'n their brains out isn't funny...it's terrible.



I called it as soon as digital cameras became really affordable to your average egotistical nut job.

And then to really get things started.....Youtube was born.

I was like "we're in for a world of pain"

When I say "we" I'm mostly referring to "we" as in the we who are entertained by genuinely funny people when we hear & see them.

..AND...as most know ...
You  tube doesn't discriminate against stupid unfunny people, no matter what color you are.
So....Feel free to make an ass out of yourself for viral points & likes.
It's your world.
Just remember, nothing is ever deleted once it goes "inter-net"

I'm not judging you, let's be clear about that.

Back to the you tube thing....

Most THINK...content is funny.

But no.....I'm afraid not.

What now has become the standard for what is funny, simply just isn't.

In my channel search mode, I paused at the country channel (southern-country accents are funny to me)
...there was this Asian texan comedian? I dont remember his name Yang-Fo Bush? I dunno.
Anyways, I wanted to hear how funny this was guy was gonna be.

(Switching channel to cartoon network)

Yeah it was terrible.

This guy starts off his monologue degrading his asian heritage.

Yeah I get it, everybody does it.

The black guy talks about the hood and soul food.

The white dude talks about surfing and being rich.

The guy from europe just talks about sex throughout his entire act.

Can any of these guys tell great jokes and stories anymore?

NO...they cant.

So....


You now must find similar souls alike.

You must find each other.

And then share in the content of sheer unadulterated laughter!

It's therapeutic.

It's awesome.

It's evolving @ it's peak.

So keep at it.

Laugh a little.

Laugh a-lot!

Remember to smile when you do.

Ever see someone laugh but their overall facial expression didn't change?

Scary, huh?

You might be that person.

If so...do us all a favor......


....and dont do it again.

Laugh from the gut, like nobodies look'n.

And so what if they are.

9 out of 10, they want in on some of that.

Everyone wants in on something funny.

With all the hooplah we go through in our daily lives,

how can you not afford to let out a chuckle every-now & again?


THAT my friend,  is the question.

What does Capt'n Cocky, Mr. Obvious, and Sgt. Straightforward have in common?

They dont take nobodies sh**!

So let's go through each of these lucid personas in which I can attest to playing out in various actual scenarios.

Yeahhh.....It's called homework people.....home-work!

Notice that last word followed by the first word, home.

Yeah, ya got it now.

Work.

Do it.

Just do it.

Anyways.....


Captain Cocky: Yes he can get whatever he wants, when he wants it...most of the time.

95% of the time, you can bet that he has a ball (or two) in get'n it to.

No we're not talking sex here....u sick-o!

Capt'n Cocky has fun ....being cocky.

It's brings about a joy to see people buckle and silently wimmer when they see of someone who is overly confident in themselves and their actions... but for great reasons.

Ya see, ya cant be Capt'n Cocky and not be able to back ya sh** up.

Ya see, part of being Capt'n Cocky is that yo sh** IS TOGETHER!....tougher than leather....

....and not that pleather....(that synthetic stuff made from plastic which was highly used in the ghetto when referencing cheap-fake-a** leather jackets worn by wanna be hipsters and punks in the early 70's.; term coined by Amy Bach....thank you Amy!)

So when you're Capt'n Cocky ...you tend to speak with over zealous amount of cockiness when yo shi** is together.

Some may find offensive.

Some may welcome it.

But others would kill to actually have one day in the Captain's shoes.

Yeah well.... confidence doesn't grow on trees.

And for good reason too.

People would just go pick'n at the tree until it's lifeless.

Never wanting to do some work.

Always a short cut.

We're back at the word again.

SO.....

Being cocky or over confident isn't exactly a bad thing as I was contemplating.

It's all in the way you go about it and the timing of it all.

You gotta feel out your crowd first.

Or maybe not.

Now, let's talk about Mr. Obvious.

Mr Obvious will never let you down.

He makes everything and everybody aware of his presence.

The immediate response is astonishing.

True story(s)...I play Mr. Obvious every now & again when I decide to hit up the town for the night.

That's the beauty of SoCal.

It's so big, you can go anywhere and meet people.

You can be who ever you want to be.

Who cares?!?

Mr. Obvious at the right place at the right time will get....has gotten some bonus action points.

Yes, we are talking about sex now.

Mr. Obvious in the work place probably would not play over to well.

Your name would instantly go from Mr. Obvious to Mr. Dick.

And nobody likes Dick.

Nope not talk'n about sex.

Have you ever wondered how someone could actually stick to the name Dick?

Probably because.....the shoe fits?

Anyways...

Mr. Obvious is also highly confident.

Mr. Obvious may have indeed invented the entire concept of confidence.

You get my drift?

Yup I said drift.

Could've said swerve.

.....wait for it.....

Drift is better.

Mr. Obvious is about results.

Instant gratification, but with class.

Never dirty.

Always classy.

Not game.

Eye contact.

Body Language.

The ability to articulate exactly what the eyes and body language exhumes, is a priceless talent.

Over time, Mr. Obvious is achievable. In due time.

Never a rush.

Ok.

Last but not least....


Sergeant Straightforward.

Let me be clear: There is no sugar-coating with Sgt. Straightforward.

The Sgt. will let you know, cut and dry. Take or leave it.

At the end of the day, The Sgt feels good about his duties.

He can rest easily tonight because he is stressless.

He repels stress like a bullets to superman.

That's what makes the Sgt. cool.

You want the Sgt's opinion and/or point of view.

You know it's gonna be honest...and well.....

......straightforward.

The Sgt. is not a softy by no means.

He cant help who he is.

He pleasures enjoyment from the sheer thought of telling it like it is.

He has seen what holding shit in can do.

It's toxic.

It can eat you alive.

Stress will...and can kill you.

The Sgt. is aware!

So-what if he bruises a few feelings here and there....

At least they know the truth.

Truth hurts...sometimes.

Sincerely....I'd like to think that each of us have our own unique ways in which we choose to deal with situations, people, issues, etc.

These guys I've described is in each of us.

It's just a matter of time before an event triggers you into the personas.

When it's all over...you'll laugh.

You'll laugh, knowing you've defeated stress.

You're defeating stress.

Word up.

Keep evolving.

My life in the sunshine OR Living in SoCal is whatever you make of it.

I really need to invest in some auto-type dictation software.

I just cant fork over 2bills for something that wont do all that it's suppose to do and more.

I dont think the technology is quite there.

So until that happens.

I guess I'll continue to shoot from the hip with my off-the-top-of-my-head-shoot from the hip tangents.

Hey, dont judge.

It's my therapy.

Between my tangents and ....happy snacks........

...and my massage chair....

...I'm good.

Anyways.

Let's chat about what has gone down in my life since my last blog....

My digital-studio in the box hard drive crashed.

That's actually major.

And as I should be in the corner somewhere whimpering like a little girl....

I think I'm doing very well.

Considering, I may have just lost over 2 years of music & vocals.

I have to be very honest.

(I hate when people say that by the way)

But....the hard drive crash thing?....yeah it's happened before.

I trust not technology but it is a tool.

The music I create is saved on an 1TB external hardrive.

I used the studio-in-a-box recorder to upload the music and then I would record vocals.

Most of the songs were one-takes, in which I most likely recorded into ProTools and then into an mp3.

1 week before the crash (as this happened last weekend @ my boy's Bday bash)...

I created 4 hit songs in a couple of days.

Something had come over me which got me back into recording mode.

I'm listening to one of the songs now.

I named it "I do"

No idea why.

There's another one called "Time"....

Thank God I recorded this one to mp3....with vocals.

It's a heater!!

No, really it is.

Cant wait to share.

Any-who.

Let's see....

A website launched today that allows me to get paid from when people want to buy my skills.

That sounds crazy right?

Well it's true.

A buddy called me a couple of months ago telling of the his new company in the Bay.

Said, it was launching multitalented people like myself into orbit!

I said "Wurd!?"

Next thing ya know I gotta kat showing up to shoot me for a photo op displaying my baked goods...

me playing my music....and me holding my camera.

2 days ago , the website launched.

I'm super excited.

My life is evolving.

Things are happening as they are suppose to.

I am soooo blesssed.

Big things a happening.

Also, I may have found my new haven of a living space.

It's NoHo.

I'm excited.

That's my first call in the morning....after the Get You Credit Back On Track webinar.

Oh Yeah!

Big shout out to my new accountant!

Love this guy.

WTF!!!!

Sorry...my headphones are on....but I can still hear the heavy loud bastards above me!

GEEEEEzzzzzz!!!!!!!!

Pray I get what I need....what I want.....so I can be in the zone I'm suppose to be in ....

...in order to share all that I am so that others are inspired.

Stay inspired.

Any-what!

My new accountant!

This guy.

If I'm to save people from themselves....this is the guy that's gonna help me propel into the status to do just that.

You're nobody without somebody in the pro field that's certified to handle your financial affairs.

It's krayzee!!

People will contemplate spending $250 on a CPA but are quick to go out and get the latest gadget, cell phone gizmo, or gear that ends up costing double the amount it would cost to have a CPA to get your life right with taxes, debt, & anything else your failing at in the financial realm.

I just hired a Financial Advisor too.

Well I didn't hire her....but I want to.

We see.

Well, So Cal living just keeps get'n better.

Yeesssss!

ChemTrails...Believe it....Or Not.

What you dont know is gonna kill you.

Yes.

Look to the skies.

Our wonderful beautiful skies.

If Louis Armstrong were alive today, his song might go something like this....

"I see trees are gone. The skies aint blue. Chemtrails are blazing. The Governments knows what's true. And I think to myself....what a really f***ed up world!"

I dont get it.

You know clouds are really made of ice crystals.

Clouds can not form straightlines and patterns.

And clouds move away.

They must do the spraying when most people that work are indoors.

So much for the working 9-5 concept.

With the potential to make more money through internet resources.....

...who needs to work a nine-to-five?

Oh yeah ....it's that benefits & Health Care thing that comes with the job.

Yeah because you're gonna need it with all of the nano-particles that are getting into our water, food and air supply.

Maybe even some preventative long term insurance too!

I suppose it makes sense to kill off leaders who might have the potential leadership skills to massively inform large groups of people.

Especially black people.

"They" are aware of the potential black people hold within their souls to overcome well...almost anything.

Black people are smart.

Dont let the media fool you.

Oh....sorry...too late.

Well, think about Martin....

I'm sure he saw the future.

So did someone else.

Malcom....

same thing.

John F K....same.

Lenon....same

Michael Jackson.

I could go on.


Think about it if these leaders of yesterday were still alive....

Let's go back to Louis Armstrong song....


"What a wonderful world it would be!"

Evolve.

Look up to the skies.

Take action.

Go to your nearest health store and pick up some Metal Detox.

They will know what you're looking for.

You're gonna need it for over the next 20 years or so.

If we're not all killed off by then.

Watch for the signs..

It's happening now.

People cant fear what they dont know....and they dont know what they dont have access to.

Libraries are closing.

Books will always be useful.

Especially with we go off the tech grid.

And it will happen.

There will be a shut down of world wide technology.

It will be the day the world stood still.

Yeah and what about our food....

FDA messing with our supplements and vitamins

Black men are balding.

White men are balding.

In 1970 how many bald men were there?

Not many.

I only remember Telly Savalis as Kojak.

And Louis Gossett Jr as George Jefferson's old navy budy who was trying to hit on Weezie.

Black men had hair.

And lots of it.

Not today.

It's not just a fad either.

No one wants to look like George Jefferson.

Or Louis Gossett Jr.

That's all.

Hair is flexible.

Not bald.

Bald is bald.

You better just hope your mom rubbed your head when you were a newborn.

My mom says this helps form your head as an infant.

I have a nice head.

So I'm told.

Whatever.

Thinning hair @ the crown.

So annoying.

But that's the least of my worries....


ChemTrails.


Email Congress.

Email your Governments.

Research.

Spread the word.

Research.

Read somemore

Love.

Evolve.

Look to the sky first.

There just may be a double rainbow....

If it is, dont expect a pot of gold at the end.

Expect that there are people that wish to control us and the populations across the country.

IF you haven't been made aware of such actions....

I dare you to ask someone....you trust.....What are ChemTRails?

They wont know.

Because they never look to the sky.

They trying to make us die.

Soooo not fair.

Detox.

Detox.

Eat right.

Evolve.

Educate.

Love.

Write.

Share.

Love.

Did I say love already?

Oh yeah...and MORE LOVE!

lol!

I'm sleepy.

Off to bed.

Good night.

Dont let the ChemTrails bite!

Epiphany or That Chick Makes me nauteaus

Often the subject for a blog usually starts off with a ponder.

A thought.

A question that just pops in my head.

Why or what's that? How come blah...blah...blah?

If so & so is blah blah blah, then why is blah blah blah soooo so & so ?

Ya know, questions like that.

But then....I start to answer the questions.

From words and thoughts gathered in mind....to now verbalizing them out loud.......by myself.....

Sometimes at the beach.  

On a hot day with the ocean breeze rushing back and forth on the shoreline.

At home. Chill'n. Sit'n in my massage chair. Look'n at the moving stars being projected on my ceiling.

Yes moving stars on my ceiling.
Doesn't everyone have moving stars on their ceilings? No? Oh well.

Tonight, I start pondering shit I need to say to the head honcho tomorrow...

 It might start like this.....


"Hey mannnn. We need some offline pow wow talk. You gotta moment?"

(He's usually open to such pow-wows.)

(He's aware of my insightfulness and I believe appreciates my straightforwardness.

I can dig it.

So I go to sit down but not in-the-front-of-the-desk-chair but in the casual leather chairs from Pier 1 Imports.

I do this because this kind of seating arrangement demands the other persons full attention with an op that provides a minimum amount of distractions from the phone, email check-in, or someone just waltzing in unannounced)

Writing about this out loud helps me to demonstrate my point more effectively.

Awesome. I should do it more often.

NOT!

Anyways. So he comes from around his desk and sits across from me in the other leather chair facing each other with a coffee table in between us.

I'm sure this kat is wearing his slippers today.

Anyways...

"So here's the thing. For two positions in which I would be working with these two directly  you would think I would at least get in on the question & answer session before they were actually hired?
That's only fair right?
I mean I dont have make the ultimate decision or any at all but would it just be fair to
have me in the process to work with two people of whom I would work with directly everyday?!!

(await answer)

No matter the reply.

Bottom line, this chick is bat-shit krayzee!!

Says everyone and everything is crazy but her.

Dare you to ask the question..."How's it going"

Her reply and her reply since the 3rd day she started the gig..."things are crazy here!"

My reply.

No it isn't.

Everything is in transition and we've made it so things do not ever have to be crazy.

Think about what you want to do. If it involves others, think about what their response may be and how it may provide insight...

....or kaos.

 But you cant guess at their response. This is something that takes time.

Not a long time. Just time.

Being Observant.

Then execute.

Never fails.

She JUST dosen't have it.

I need not interact with her until she accepts that she needs to develop some serious technological and communicational skills if she wants to be successful within her present position...which I doubt she does.

Full of excuses.

The days of shit happens was over 1 1/2 ago.

The days of boo-boo's and blame game is done.

BTW, if she's part of yoga....I'm drop'n from it.

I took a yoga class on my birthday. Well no I didn't.

That's a lie. I wanted to but didn't get around to it.

But that's what I will say to "soften" the blow.

Yoga is quiet.

She is disruptive to my yoga.

She's out of yoga or I'm done.

Yoga is quiet.

It was so bad one time, I was ready to leave in the middle of the class.

I'm not sure what stopped me.

Anyways.

FLASH FORWARD to what really transpired.

A very shitty day!!

A day of sweaty running around, getting stuff done.

Everything I typed on what I was gonna say, was nullified by a suggestion to someone
who works closest to her.

And when I didn't think that would work, I simply told my boss....I'm drop'n the class if she's in it.

In addition, the someone closest to her met and chatted about the issue.

Home chick didn't take it so well.

WHO CARES!!!!!?!

It's disruptive to my evolvement.

I'm still amazed that she's still working within this organization.

Must be the niece of someone in power.

I must ask the question.

BUT....about today?

I just got in.

Plumbers, fire systems and alarm system snafus.

Triumphant victory on a bunch of co-workers who thought they were more clever than I.

Sucks for them.

The remainder of the year should be....entertaining.

Yup...it's still my Birthday. It's only been about 2hrs in...

...it's only been 2 hours into another year of celebrating my birth.

So how do I start it off?

A Much needed shower.
Wine.
Herb.
Pistachios.....by the way, catch phrase on the bag of pistachios says "Get Crackin"...and there's a registered trademark symbol behind the word "Wonderful"...I kid you not.

I didn't know you could trademark a word?

Maybe it's  the "Get crackin! Wonderful Pistachios"....but the word pistachios doesn't have a symbol behind it.

Go figure.

Anyways.

I awaken the morning before my birthday to my phone ringing in the background of my mind, because I was sooo deep into my goal of acquiring 12-15 hours of  much needed rest & sleep.

I think got 13.

Anyways.

One of the phone calls was from the property manager.
He left a voice-mail.

Something about 3 day notice.....rent not being received......and a complaint.

Wake up from a deep sleep to hear a voice-mail in reference, can be beyond annoying in starting off your day. Especially when you're 150% confident that the person that left the message is so far from the truth that you want to drop kick them in the neck....through the phone.

If i was a cartoon, that would be possible.

FACT: I haven't missed a rent payment on a rented property since I moved from moms crib ...over 20 years ago.

So you know I'm pissed.

No worries. I have absolutely nothing to worry about. BUT ...that last part of the voice message....about a complaint?

Yeah.
Well, I had to let'em have it on that one.
Of course no one answers the phone when I call their office back.


....the voicemail was left 20 minutes ago. Answer the phone daminit!!!


Oh Well!

No answer. I leave a message.

Oh...and about that complaint.

Well, let's say....tonight was the most peaceful time I've had on my balcony in 4 months.

I thanked God.

I thanked the Universe for granting my request.

I just wanted a little peace. Just a little.

Just wanted to sit on my balcony at 2 in the morning eating "get crackin wonderful pistachios" while sip'n Argentinean Moscoto ...while breathing in some non-polluted air from my balcony.

The air does feel and smell better at 2am in So Cal.

I have no idea how I'm going to spend my day tomorrow.

My DL expired on my bday today.

Theres' no way I'm spending my bday at the DMV stress'n over the process of renewal of my DL.

I've had no accidents. I should be able to walk in and walkout.

But I have a feeling I'll have to do a sight test and a written test to validate.

Damnit!!!

First stop in the am....my suit in the cleaners. Then perhaps a mission on my scooter to Hermosa Beach.

Yeah...that sounds like fun.

I spoke to Grandma earlier tonight.
I always enjoy talking to my grandmother.
She's my biggest fan.

Loves my music.

Loves my baked goods.

I draw good vibes from her....always have.

Grandma get's cookies next week!!!

My nephew mispelled my name in an email message, within the attempt to get my address to send me a belated birthday card.

He knew it was coming.

He just want cookies.

Sucka!!!


I emailed him back and told him to please stop mispelling or ebonicking (i was trying to combine ebonic with ing).

Anyways.

I simply cannot accept ebonic language emails from elementary kids.
Even if they are my relatives.
Especially if they are my relatives.

That sort of thing weighs heavy on my soul.

I mean there's spell check for crying out loud.

Evolve.

Sh**!!!


In my 13 hour slumber, I awakened not checking emails.

Earlier tonight before I started blogging....
I read an email from my apartment wanted ad on craigslist.
Someone responded!
This is good. Just like I got my place in Culver city...before I landed in the sh** hole of an apartment complex.

So it's in North Inglewood.
Not sure how I feel about travels.
As of now i travel 10 miles a-day...to and from work.

This would double my commute time. But I will live in the ultimate work-live-space.

I hope this isn't a scammer.

I emailed the lady back and stated just that.

I asked for a viewing on Saturday.

We see.

I like how the God and the Universe is always in tune.

I can dig it.

I feel evolved.

Yeahhhhhh baybee!!

Evolve....or Dissolve. Ummm, yeah.

Today is my birthday.

Literally. One hour ago I turned another year older.

"Do I feel it?" ...one might ask.

Nope.

I tell you what I do feel....


I feel like I'm the most blessed person on the planet.

I've got all my teeth.

My health, according to my most recent annual check up report and blood work.... is GREAT!

I have a roof over my head...even if the guy & chick above me have lead-feet and are hard-of-hearing....and the neighbors barking dog sucks ...and the site manager has no real plumbing skills.

I have multiple means of transportation....even if I am suing the sh** out of the dealership who sold me a bum-deal of a ride.

I have no girlfriend....but in my book ....right now....at this instant.....that's not necessarily a bad thing.
OH....it would be great to walk through the door and say "Honey I'm Home!".....but ...in due time...someone will come along that will be a perfect match. Even if she doesn't speak any language that's familiar to my ears. A simple head nod works for me.

It would be good to share my day with someone intimately special. I guess that's one of my wishes.

I have a very steady job.

I've turned my talents & hobbies into works of art that people pay me for.

I have a passport that doesn't expire until 2020.

I have no children. Plenty of nieces and nephews.....AND ....the interactions with the coolest...smartest children I see on a daily is super awesome enough.

I have a very nice camera that I can take pics of and share with the world.

I hope my birthday wishes come true.

I'll post tomorrow if they do.

How awesome would that be?

I have evolved....and are constantly evolving.

I suppose if you're not evolving ....you're dissolving.

So if you're dissolving...you're disappearing?

How sad.

Mannnnn.......

Life is good.

A place of refuge...

It's been a couple of weeks since my last post.

This has been because I am not at peace or anywhere near it within my present living space. As the constant noise pollution, slum-lordish antics, disrespectful and rude neighbors are becoming intrusive to my quality of life.

So much so that I've been prescribed volume meds to assist in controlling my anxiety and stress levels caused by these unnecessary inflictions.

Below is an actual ad I posted to craigslist today.

I posted in the apartment wanted section. It's how I found the 2 bedroom house I rented before I moved into the current apartments.

What happen to the ideal two bedroom house one might ask? A "slime-lord" took over the property and wanted to initially increase my rent to an almost extra three-hundred dollars per month. I had to leave.

Presently as I type this email I'm attempting to maintain my stress levels due to the disrespectful neighbor who has the dogs that bark annoyingly out of the window of her apartment.

I can hear every yammer as the barks echo off the adjacent building creating a vortex of a barking nuisance.

This goes on day & night at all times. I'm past annoyed. I'm distracted and angry.

Police cant/wont help.

Letters to animal services move like molasses.

Property managers uninvolved.

Isn't this their problem anyways?

Provide for tenants?


Anyways....
Here's my post:


$1350 - 1000sq - Visual & Audio Pro Requires Creative/Work/Live Space

As a multi-talented artist & facilities management professional, I long for a creative-live-work space that I can finally call home.

Apartment & Apartment home-living is definitely not for me and has potentially scorned me for life.

As a working professional, I value time, efficiency & functionality of my living space, thus slum-lords & site managers that do not pay close attention to the intricate details in the everyday maintenance & survey of their properties can ultimately hinder ones quality of life, by which is of the utmost importance when I think about writing a check every month.

A stand alone residence or creative-work-live space would be ideal.

I am multi-talented & skilled in the arts of photography, graphic design, audio for songwriting & composing music, and the culinary arts. My day job is the facilities director for a Hollywood-based nonprofit organization. I’ve been affiliated in the professional facilities management realm for over 10 years. I’ve been an artist all of my life. It is great therapy.

I've viewed some of the commercially & resident available work/live spaces that  real estate companies are currently making available to artist but findings are discriminatory against anything having to do with musicians, which is in fact my dilemma.

Most of those spaces come with all of these luxury style amenities that seem to be the focus of design but are not ideal in the guiding inspiration for multi-artist such as myself.

Such the ideal work live space might allow me to produce visual & audio creations and commercially pre-prepped foods & products for potential/future clients.

Some seem to think when it come to musicians there will always be a problem with volume control. When it comes to audio, most musicians may agree that even within their own living environment, volume/sound is important but always within a respectable ear shot of others. Professional musicians, not to be affiliated with “beat-makers & bass driven bands”, take the necessary precautions in soundproofing their environment just for the sake of outside elements that can impede recordings. This same sense of professionalism comes with blatant respect amongst the neighboring tenants in or around the block. For the record there is a difference in a work-live-space vs a band-practice or rehearsal space. Loud is never an option for the pro or pro-at-heart, as hearing-impaired factors play a serious role in the working musician.

As a unique visual, audio, & culinary artist this is why my living space is an essential part of who I am, not be confused by a more commonplace tenant.

No negative intent here, just truth.

If you can assist by providing such the ideal space at a cost per month that wouldn't bar from my potential to earn a decent & fair living but also contribute to the quality of life for others as I or anyone in my position would also want for themselves.

Some say life isn't fair. I say life is what you make of it.

In the sense of practical living, for the many persons of my stature who contribute daily to improving the lives of others through the artistic genres & businesses of entertainment, art, music, food & photography, it is only fair that we as the artist are met with fair living conditions in order to maintain our multifunctional places in society.

There has to be one person in the land of many real estate brokers, property managers of such that are more open to the idea that a living space just isn't for living anymore. Now… that would be fair.

If for anything else, thanks for reading.

I am hopeful that someone…something will come through soon.


This is my attempt at evolvement.

Tattooing & Piercing Revolution Makes BarCoding The Skin Act EASY!...

...Wait a minute....it's Aug 2012 and there isn't an Act or Law in effect that mandates implanted barcoding on humans yet? I was sure some major hip hop artist or pop star would've had their child implanted by now and the world (of followers) would soon...well, .....follow.

BUT -Oh...that's right. There's no need.

Our cell phones & social media connections is a tell all book.

Plus, modern day metal detectors and body scans at the airports wouldn't know what to make of this new sophisticated and highly advanced nano-technological tracking device embedded in our skin.

Side Note: As of now the government takes about 48% of your purchase towards an airline ticket to cover fuel charges

Fuel charge? FUEL CHARGE?
What's that?

Since when do I have to pay for the gas? This isn't a fooken rental car!

Hasn't someone figured it out yet on how to combine salt water, plastic and pollution into fuel for airplanes and cars?

I just dont want to pay for fuel charges.

I heard spirit airlines doesn't charge.
I'm sooooo on it.

OK...I got off the subject.

Now.....About those piercing and tattoos.....

I imagine it to be very difficult to become a hollywood celebrity unless you have one or the other.
However if you have both, I'm sure you're on your way to becoming a really big celebrity pop-star-con!

....Or rock star. Or rapper. Or basketball player. Or football player.

Let's face it. You are not cool unless you have one or the other. And only then, your entire body must be covered in them. But it wasn't not too long ago that really bad guys, evil convicts,  billy-bad-ass motorcycle riders, and armed service dudes were the only ones sporting the tats?
And dont get me started on black celebrities and tats!....that's definitely another worthy blog.

Funny. I recall the days of Berkeley. Early 90's.

Rich kids from the hills, who could afford to color their hair funky colors everyday and get tattoos, piercing and shopped at Hot Topics(my favorite store)...would shun their parents and hang out downtown on Telegraph Ave to panhandle students for money.

Often they would be very honest on why they needed the money.

"For Drugs" ...one guy said to me.

He was serious.

So I said "A dollar is gonna get you drugs?"
He said "Well when I add it to my other dollars it adds up really quick"
So I said "No!...I'm not giving you shi*! Go ask mommy & dad-dee!!"
He said "Ok, next time bro. HEY...I'll share!"
I was 23 at the time.
What did I know.
I knew I wasn't given this hippy a dollar of my hard earned cash.....even if it was made from trees.
And I like hippies. They're cool. The old ones that is.

But the yahoos nowadays with all the tats...it's beyond a fad. It's permanent. And I have friends who have them. I dont get it. Doesn't make me not want to be their friends anymore. I just dont get it.

I once dated a girl whose back was covered with one that was of a indian sex goddess with 6 arms or some shi* like that. It freaked me out at first. She said she'd gotten when she was a teenager. Eventually I got over it. But doggy-style was weird. Swear the face of the goddess chick on her back winked at me a couple of times.
So fooken Weird!

Anyways....you best believe the doc who invented the tattoo removal process is paid....but he'd better get out the business soon...because the side affects haven't been given enough time to undergo extensive studies and treatments. Trust me. Or not.

Soon to be, one of those Attorney "we wanna sue somebody just for you" commercial ads just for the general fall out of the removal process. Or let's see what celebrity will die from the process...that's sure to light a fire.

Watch.

AND Guess who'll be on top of that list?

If you guessed right....

HIGH Profile Celebs and black people who got tattooed at tattooing parties in atlanta by mookie and milan who just got out of jail..... 7 days ago.

My grandfather and cousin warned against tats and holes many years ago.
Said it was forbidden within our bloodline as this is how they distinguished slaves back in the days.
Only... they didn't use ink.
For that reason alone, I'm cool.

I've had my ears pierced on both sides since I was 16.
It was a bet with me & my cousin....
While hanging in Berkeley....
With the hippies....
BUT...
That's far as it will ever go.

My thing is ...noboby seems to be worried about the long term health effects that can be associated with that of tats and holes everywhere.

Maybe they scared of the truth. Asleep at the wheel.

Drooling & shi*!


I heard....the truth will EVOLVE yo ass.


Now Imagine that.

Premium Rush: The More THEY fear, the more We CONTROL...

Uhhh ummmm! I'm not gonna run on about this too much
As the message this blog is pretty clear: The More They Fear The More We Control....

Oh, there's actually more to that message that I omitted because I want to you read the rest of my blog so you'll get what I'm attempting to convey...

However that may go. Because I just type...I never preview or change my blogs.

Even though I've just started.

Anyways...


So Im finishing up a couple of chili & habanero sausages (so good!) and King of the Hill is showing right now. It's basically background noise to drown out my neighbors annoying barking dogs. Though King of the Hill is funny as hell, dont get me wrong. But this is why I stop watching television all together.

Noooo! Not because of King of the Hill.
But for the subliminal messages that get into your mind in over a 120 second commercial break.

I was being nice. Commercials I believe are much longer!

I remember catching a glimpse of a billboard that was attached to the side of a bus as I await the light to change.
It's of a guy on a bike and the words across the photo says Premium Rush.
I think to myself. GREAT!...

Since biking has become so popular in So Cal and throughout the world I imagined the fear mangling execs coming up with "a great idea" to make a bike movie....just as they did with Tom Hanks in the scooter movie a couple months ago. Not that Tom Hanks movie was fear mangling, but that they were attempting to capture an audience to increase the sales and riding of motor scooters.

They were 2 years too late. I got mine after the caddy shut down on me. But another story.
On with this one.

SO.....since I've been in rooms with ad execs at one point in my life,  I imagined the discussions & pow-wows for a bike movie in a room of ad & movie execs probably going something like this:

"(one guy) Check this out guys. I got it. I know...let's do a suspenseful, edge of your seat, fear induced movie about guys and bicycles!!"

(Other guy)Yeahhhh! Yeaaaahhhh! Ya know, that's a really great idea.

(one chick with that stupid valley girl accent where the words are spoken when the pitch goes up and down on words as if she was running out of breathe to get a bunch of b.s. out of her brain)Yeah because people need to know how dangerous it is to ride bikes downtown...especially when there's cars on the road. I really hate that. This will show'em!

(Token black guy) Great idea for a movie but it cant just be about bikes! Why not throw some gangter shi* into the mix! Naww mean. I-mean-like.... he roll'n...and  people after him and sh**!...Nawww mean!??!

(older white guy) Oh-Oh-OH yeah...Yeah Token black guy in the room!...like uhhhhh.... he's trying to deliver a package... something from one end of the city to the other!! Yeah!

(the guy) YES. This is our next project. Get us a fresh face for this one. But not too fresh. Somebody that's just been in a hit blockbuster. That way folks will go out to see this guy again in another movie, because they want more of him!

(the chick) YUP!...I know jus the kid. Yo Johnny! What's the kid from the batman movie!? Ya know the one who's gonna play the new robin?

(big chick with attitude) OH YEAH!!...That's Genius! 2 movies in one summer! We get'n paid for this one for sure! I'll make the call.

(the guy) Yeahhh...Yeahhhh...Yeahhhh!! FEAR!! That's what people need more of...is FEAR. People love to FEAR. How did that Battle L.A. movie do? DO you think it did the trick?

(Token black guy mean mugs the guy) Oh yeah it did the trick alright. Unfortunately black people didn't go see it. So you gonna have to try something else. I told you we tough. Aint scared of the funky-tail devil!

(the guy) Ohhhhhhhhhh!!! Now there's a thought.  The Devil!  Let's do a remake!

(the chick) Of what? We killed Chucky, Freddy, Jason, Hanibal! How many times can we reinvent the Devil?!

(the other guy, the one who hasn't spoken since he declared "the great idea") Ummm what about Carrie?

(guy) Carrie like with all the blood and revenge on the school Carrie??

(the chick) YEAH,That Carrie!  PERFECT!! On it....Done! Johnny.....I need ya to make another call! We aiming to scare the holy shit out of people ...AGAIN!!!

the end.
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So...there you have it.


Well, that's just my wild imagination.
But I'm sure it's not too far from the truth.

The More THEY Fear, The more WE Control Their Minds.
The More We Control their minds, The less they have a chance to EVOLVE!

hm!

I didn't buy the dog, so why is my Quality of Life Compromised?

I stayed home today.
The body is way-out-of whack!
Neck, spine, and shoulders are stiff and fatigued.

My robotic massage chair isn't doing the trick.
...and YES!... I do own a robotic human touch massage chair....going on 3 years now...I must share the experiences of owning one...
...but later, I was actually on to something.

Oh yeah....

Fatigued and exasperated by the stank'n bows of ....
Acute Stress!
The cause: Present Living Environment is very disruptive thus causing a decline within my quality of life.

For Christmas 2011, the neighbors across the way in 39** North 2nd Street got a puppy for Christmas.
How did I know?
They let him sit in the window and yammer at everything that walked by.
I thought to myself..."F&*^$# GREAT!!"

A month prior, I received a letter from Caldwell Banker.
It was a notice declaring their ownership of the newly acquired property that I am renting.
GREAT!!..What happen to the little old jewish woman who came to my job to bring over the apartment lease when I found this place?
I didn't even get a phone call from her.
I might've have expected as much, she never came to services as she stated she would.

Soooo, that's two Greats in less than 3 months of each other.

Oh yeah....so what else could possibly funk off a living environment one might ask?
Well hold on to your hats because ....there's another GREAT.

The ass clown who lived on the third floor just above me, moved out.
I had the opportunity to move in, but that would mean another year locked into a place I wasn't too certain that I could take another year of. As of now I've been here almost 2 years come September on month-to-month.

A new ass clown and his plus sized model girlfriend moved into the apartment that I declined on.
Before they were officially moved into the apartment, they threw a party on a monday night @ 2am!
What I dont get is that the site manager's apartment is right next door to this guy...and he said he didn't hear anything. ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!

I keep a broom at the entrance of my apartment as going up stairs to ask this ass clown to turn his tv down because it's vibrating my ceiling just doesn't work.
Talk about disrespect.

One nite it was blatantly bad.
I was gonna knock on this guys door but I wanted to see if I could hear from the site managers apartment which was the next door down.
And no doubt it's so freek'n loud I can hear it in the hallway all the way down past his apartment.

The son answered the door. I said, "Yo...wake him up!'....are you hearing this shit? I have to work tomorrow....WTF?!?!"

I came back down the apartment and put my headphones on while I sat on the patio.


Flash forward present day....

The puppy has grown up.
And the neighbors still keep their windows open to let good old puppy bark at everyone and everything.
From as early as 6am til way past midnight I've heard there dogs loud barks echo as they bounce of the four corners of the apartment block that I stay on.

I called the Police a couple of weeks ago.
They showed up on the other side of town, wrong address.
I waited for almost 2 hours for these guys.
When they arrived, I had the site manager come down to vouch for the barking dog issue.

The officers finally made there way over to say something to the renters.
Of course the dogs weren't barking.
But then...."YAMMER YAMMER YAMMER...BARK BARK BARK!!...YAMMER BARKK>>BARKK>>BARKKKKK!"
It was the feeling you get when something has gone terribly wrong with your computer and you finally get the IT Guy to come over but then terrible never happens when he's around..but then it actually does.

Didn't matter.
The officers had an explanation for all the barking.
And left us with that.
Apparently, they cant arrest a dog for being a nuisance or it's owners.
Mind you, the only reason the officers came out was because I told the officer on the phone that I'm trying to prevent something bad from happening if the dog barking doesn't cease.
So call on the peace keepers!!!


I tried to go out on the balcony tonight to enjoy the first cold breeze I've felt in weeks.
It was disruptive by the dog in the window as he viciously barked at the little old white lady
who has been walking her dogs by my apartments for 2 years every night at the same time.
She is now hassled by the dogs barks as she tries to cross the 4 corner intersection.
It's a dangerous street to jay walk.
And the dog barking doesn't make it any worse.

Tonight I yelled out "SHUT THE F**** you stupid dog!!!....SHUT THE F*** UP!!!"

He actually shut up....for about 20 minutes.

20 minutes later "BARK..BARK...BARK YAMMER YAMMER YAMMER....BARK BARK!!"
It wasn't warm enough in my apartment to run the ac.
But the sound of the ac drowns out the barking.
It's either that or turn up the volume on my BOSE speakers that's connected to my cable.
I could watch the Merlin series in Hi-Fi tonight.
But, I dont want to.
I actually want a little peace. With soft yoga music playing in the background on my bluetooth speakers.
Because tonight my body aches.
The stress is high.
My vision is blurry.
I could use a beer but Ralphs was out Rasberry Wheat.

I want to take it easy.
I have to take it easy.
But my quality of life has been compromised.
Maybe I'll make some music to take my mind away from it all.
Yeah...I'm still inspired by the documentary "What Black Men Think"...
Yeah...maybe I'll write a cool catchy song to wake up the sleepers at the wheel.
Seems to be alot of sleeping going on these days.

Tomorrow, I make the call to Animal Control....because it sounds like grown-up puppy dog has given birth to puppies!

JUST GREAT!!

These apartments suck.
This area sucks.
The new landlord sucks
The site manager sucks!

In the last 8 months...
-Water will be shut down tomorrow @ 9am
-Hot Water will be down - Should be back on in the morning...(DIDNT HAPPEN)
-AC failed; Took the new manager 3 months to install a new one.
It was cold winter.
Just in time for Summer, but why is it so loud?
It's either freezing or humid.
Great!

The garbage disposal burst pipes under my sink 2 weeks ago.
It happened on a Thursday night.
It didn't get fixed and I was without use of my sink until the following Wednesday.
The floor was left a mess from the installation.

You cant make this sh** up!

I need a creative/work/live space.

I can not live in another apartment complex.
I have to survey day and night the next area I move into.

I will probably have to pay a little more for the ideal space.
But at this point, I gotta do what I gotta.


Dammmmmnnnn....DaMMMMMMN...>DAMN!!!

Two nights ago, as I was flickering through the channel guide attempting to find something that can play on the tv as background visuals as I worked on some new tunes. I do this often. But as I breeze through subject lines with the channel guide I come across a documentary station/channel that reads " What Black men think?"

I thought to myself, " Really?....WOE! This should be interesting. FINALLY!...someones asking the right questions out there!"

I watched with no judgement....but with my mouth wide open the entire time.

I was in shock. In truth. In belief and disbelief! Analytically shocking and numbing at times!
A sort of video montage filmed in "the word on the street" style random interviews. With scrolls of the nuumbers dont lie style film. Real solid reputable and knowledge bound information and perspective.

BUT As turns out, I'd missed an entire hour of this two hour low budget indie artist style documentary. Trust when I say, some of it was better than none at all!

I dont watch alot of televsion these days. Mostly I'm watching pre-recorded animation shows on cartoon network, the hub and nick. I'm a sucka for cartoons and animation. It's entertainment at it's best.
This channel was a new station called DOC short for The Documentary Channel.
Yeah, you guessed it. It's all about documentaries.
What else can be said.

At first glance of this new show, I'd come in where this brotha was asking questions to randomly selected black people on the streets. An so it began.
I was intrigued.
The message I got from this documentary "What Black Men Think?" , in just the last hour of the film, the message was clear..."BLACK PEOPLE WAKE UP!"

It was refreshing to hear intelligent young and older black men give their view points on the state of the world  as it is seen amongst the black United states of americans.

It was straightforward, no brown-sugar coated, in yo face, intellectually awakening.
I got from it all that I had already come to know, but it's always good to hear AMEN every now & more often. Especially from those who can relate, but are sending the message out loud and clear to those who would listen.

Now, just so you know...before the film was over I was eager to send the message to my family and close friends whom are black.

But then I hesitated to send. Why?? If I'd been so inspired why not share?
For a millisecond I thought to myself "what do i have to fear from sharing with my peeps...they either appreciate the link or totally ignore it all together." I guess the one thing I feared was that...perhaps no one would respond to the email.

And I was correct. Not one person responded. It didn't surprise me though. Not really.
It had been a long time since I sent I thought provocative email out to my peoples ...calling out their blackness. But to date, no one responded. Not my sister. Not my niece. Not my cousin. Not my brother.
Not my closest friends. No one.

It does bother me.
It did bother me.

I got angry. I got pissed off...." How come everytime I send something that warrants a thought provoked response, no one responds" It's been happening for as long I can remember.

And then...weeks will go by and I'll send pictures of something funny or nonsensical....and everybody chimes in!!!
The thread get's really...really ridiculous at times.
I do this to entertain myself.

So that was Monday night when I sent the email with "What Black Men Think" in the subject line.... it's now tuesday going into Wednesday morning. I'm up @ 2am because my neck is stiff from the stress I've been experiencing in my personal life lately....but there's more to what happen on my trip to HOME DEPOT....Hollywood!

I had to pick up a few gallons of paint, and there was a damn line like no other...for PAINT!
But I was cool with that, it was still early. I arrived @ home depot from my crib around 9:23am.
I just ventured around Home depot and picked up other items in hopes that the line would die down a bit...and it did.

So as I'm awaiting for my number to be called, I'm #82 ....their on number 75...great. Not too bad, plus the characters that I'm around awaiting for their numbers to be called as well, are hilarious!
There's this really hot chick that passed by the painters desk...and all the guys eyes followed as if it was a synchronized watch fest. Hilarious!
And then there was the crazy lady who couldn't control the big a$$ home depot cart. She comes flying around the corner of the painters desk aisle damn near ran into the back of my ass(literally), looks at me in hysteria as she utters panicky words, damn near out of breathe,  "Wufff, WOW!...ummm Wuuufff These things......wufffff!....they gotta mind of their own"

I just stare at her and shake my head as she makes way frantically down the aisle of plowing more people down. I bet she drives the same way!

Anyways, they're now calling "#78"....."we almost there" I'm thinking to myself.

There's still characters around. This one little dusty old mexican(no really he was dusty from early morning painting...obviously!....and definitely old and but graceful." He reminded me a calm human double for speedy gonzales!....I'm sooooooo serious too! Especially way he was still glaring at the young hot chick was now standing on her tippy toes attempting to achieve help of any sort from the scared no-game sales men. I'm kidding. They probably had game. But not today!

So then, this brotha appears out of NO WHERE!...wearing this white long shirt dress. He had dreads pulled back in the style i've seen on Dr. Beckwick. In fact,  in first glance without my glasses on he resembled him much...but as the older graceful black man makes his way near the painters desk, I couldn't help but to greet him.

"Hey what's going on brotha!? I'm sure you've heard the resemblance?" He nodes his head "Yes."
And I say "it's that of the same orah of energy i've seen before"

I met Michael Beckwith advertantly twice now while here in the Hollywood area. Once at the Grove. And then again with a young lady I once dated.  I've yet to attend his service. But soon.
Interesting enough...
After watching the film the other night, I started google searching Agape. I'm not sure why I was lead to search Agape, but I did without hesitation.

A day later, I run into a guy that could resemble a much older version of him  or could possibly be a close relative.

In either case, we began to exchange converse as I await my number to be called within two more numbers....but these guys who have just been called may be a minute as the paint clerk tells everyone that he has to step away for a minute to check on something with this last guys paint order. He was nice enough to take a visual head-count of who the next three numbers would be ...I was one of the three.

So this older black man starts to tell me about how much he's traveled and about the conversation he was having this latina in the parking lot who had stopped him to ask if he was a priest. He said "I believe that Jesus Christ is my Lord and Savior and that he died on the cross for you and me"....he said after that she was like " Ohhh you're Christian..." he then says "I believe in God, yes I do"

The rest of the conversation went on with him telling me of his travels around the world. And how he's about to travel some more. And then he mentions something that I'd just heard for the first time 3 days ago when I was over a good buddy of mines home for brunch. He mentioned to him then about travel and he responded back as the old black man had also mentioned....Spirit Airlines.

Coincidence?

I dont believe in Coincidences.

I finally got the call I've been waiting for.

The chocolate is here.
I made a very cool song tonight.
Everything is in alignment. As it should be.