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.