Sunday, May 10, 2020

All other people are the kids of Black people

I learned this. We migrated from one end of the earth to the other. Over a period of thousands of years. We are slow to spread, but sure once we do.

Black people have been since taught other things.

Happy Mother's Day to my mother.

I really don't want to do business with anyone else. We can actually do this by ourselves. The rest of the world will follow.

Since they are copying our example anyway.

Saturday, May 9, 2020

Connect the dots.

If Latasha had have lived, I would have been married to her. I'd have had several kids. I feel like she deserved to be better served upon the earth. She was smart, wiser than she put on. She made certain all Black girls had a chance to grow up in this world.

There is a somber expression today. I see that people wanting to control the sanctuary are not able to. They don't have the way to do that. They are looking to take what they did not make. They are thieves. They simply cannot persist as such.

When will the day come when these men and women are not thieves? Don't you realize the watchers are watchinc, to destroy any remnant of what was once before. Perhaps I went into those buildings as a child. Then, they were burned down to secure the evidence lost.

People love to destroy history.
I screamed on the black top as a child. O played with tires. I wanted to help adults. As a kid, I came into this world with something other than myself in my mind. I came into this world with The Lord.

I remember Mr. Atkin's house. I used to say there. I used to live there. I now live near there. I can walk to that house now. I remember a lot of things, but not all things.

We went to the pier, as kids. I think Cassidy was with us. Others settled down, had kids. I am still without children. Why is this Lord? Have I a reason not to have children?

Brenda is somewhere else, why? When can she come live with me?

I was flabbergasted from before. How could you teach these kids to be like this? What in the world is this? Have you sold this country out to the Mexicans? Have you sold America to the highest bidders? Have you done what my uncle suggested?

I have one uncle who had a stroke. Another uncle who might be hooked on crack. I don't think he is all the way, he can fight it, come back out of it. But he needs help. He needs to come back to the house and stay under my mother's rule.

Her rule is sure, but mean. The firm grip means there is a reason to listen. I was there, have helped, will help, so. Yoou can get the help you need.

I was sleep today for a time and I telt something like I came from death. I was laying there dehydrated. That was why I was laying there. I was dehydrated.

I don't dislike Minister Brown. I dislike antics. You do not run this church. You may not have this church. It is not for sale, not up for grabs. You may have planted yourself here, but like those weeds, you are a leech. You are not a leech. I ask for their forgiveness Lord.

However, for you to come here and demand anything. For you to come to the sanctuary, and demand anything. For you to even be like that. For me to have to clean up behind you, and for you to seek credit. For you to say you are doing something when you are not. For you to be burning the lights all week and paying nothing at all. Just treacherous.

I burn a little lights, yes. I burn a little gas, yes. I burn a little electricity and water, I use water, yes. But I do not abuse. I use what is needed from day to the next day. I don't just have it on there like that.

I know nothing, but pay is pay. It costs to be here, It costs to be anywhere. I am glad to serve. However, there is no buts. Let them be. They want to abuse, don't stand in the way of sinners. Nor sit in the seat of the scornful. Don't do that. Just observe and move on.

Make a note of what you find. Lights on all day, ok. Check. Find it in your heart to forgive them. They know not what they do, and do not wish you any harm directly. If they do, then they will surely pay.

I didn't like having to sweep and be watched. I was sweeping and you know, dust settles later. At first, it's in the air. The dust. Why would you want dust all tin the air like that? You want to sniff dust? You gotta sniff a lot of dust to get high. I'd recommend you don't do that. When will you get it right and not meddle, be a pest or oppose me. You challenge me here on my land. Stop doing that. Stop challenging me on my land.

I don't care about what you're talking about. You were not born here, I was where you stand now then. I was there. Idon't care about the new niggaz coming. I care about them, but not more than I care about the land as it is here. I was here, I deserve to settle here. You can bring 50 mexicans, 1200 Blacks new, whatever. This is my land and I will settle here. I'm not going to move somewhere else, and it's all right here.

I don't need to play along to your shit, man. I built this. I deserve to live here. I am the one. You are the two. You came after me, I am not extiinct. There is no expiration date to my essence. I persist, and last forever. You are shown to be a bufoon, a fake, a hater, a fraud, and a hypocrite- For your own, all matters. However, for the others, you don't want to love. You say that was then. Now is a new time. No. Now is the same time. Nothing has changed but the buildings. The spirit, the love is still there.

When I saw Taco trucks in front of the library, I knew something was wrong. We had given the land. The people who are there do not appreciate me. So later then will need help for what they must face.

We made them. We made all these people. We made the world. We forgot. We were encouraged to forget. Thank You Lord for Willie. He helped me. I remember now because of him. I don't want to suck dick, or lick balls. I am a man, not a woman. I don't want dick on my tongue.

Remember I was telling you about the mash of flesh and filth? It's real, and has swelled in size, in the minds of the oeople. Why? I don't know. I wish it were not so.

Wednesday, January 29, 2020

Kobe Bryant was the Michael Jackson of Basketball.

How could this happen without explanation? Such is the Will of God. I have forgotten the technique to which captive residence of chance is.

I have lost no touch, only hope remains. The Pastor "Catch hope." Such is the attitude of life now.

I let aside all bickering. This is forever, and now Kobe Bryant has cemented it. I don't fuss too long. I try to get along.

I missed Snoop on TV this morning. Thanks alot laziness.

I hope Reverend Brown is ok. I hope he can live, and be a part of this Church. The Will of God Be Upon All Things.

I love you regardless of what you did. Did you poot and didn't say excuse me? You are excused now. There is no turning back.

I have 12 now. I need 25. Can I get the 25 before I go to sleep? I know I can get this 350 a week online. By apps alone. Not even getting to sites and ads.

I'm doing this to show you it can be done. If Kobe can buss 50+ on Michael Jordan in the basketball game, then I can get 57 a day for 6 days straight. I can beat the record.

Record each time you cash out, and the amount. Say, for example you score 1.30, then you put that. You mark each one. Then at the end of the day, you have result video. There can be a nintendo sound, some excite bike ish, something like that. You may do this and keep the results to yourself. I believe in you.

If you dream hard, you play hard. If you play hard you act hard.

If you softly dream, better life will seem. If you butt heads you'll end up red. If you stay true, you'll teach blue. If you like me, then you'll surely. see.

Minister Brown is Reverend Brown's wife. Let's not go there.

Brenda, where is she? I hope she's alright. I always seem to miss her, or not catch the right hit when it comes to loving her. I try to love her on time, but I always seem to miss it, or sabotage the love. I don't know what my problem was. I wasted a lot of time with a good woman. I ought to have prayed more.

I remember waking up and seeing all these symbolic constellations before I woke up. In the same room, I remember seeing a blue face smiling at me. It was The Lord.

The Lord is Blue. He Smiled at me. I remember that to this day.

I read all the books available to me at Nana's house. She did me a favour. She let me be myself. She prayed for me. I used to come home so late. I used to come home at like 10, or 11pm. I used to come home late. I don't know why I stayed at the office.

Yes I do, internet. I stayed to use the computer, and to print out pages. I used to print out 100s of pages of articles. What a fool I was not to keep all that stuff!

I kept some pictures. Other than that, I didn't even keep anything. I made some items also, I did not keep.

I got a raise but I didn't do anything to get it. I was just hovering around the building getting paid a few dollars.

I used to think to myself what am I doing here? I used to go home and smoke weed. I used to look forward to getting back home just to smoke weed. I wasted time there.

I had my truck sitting in the back parking lot for over a year. It just sat there. I didn't drive it. I didn't go get my license. Nothing. Just a truck sitting there.

Then years later, I had the nerve to go to the gas station next to where we were staying. I crashed my car into a tail light.

then I drove a little ways up, was on my phone, and got a ticket. Drat and darn. I was a fool.

Not knowing niggaz were tracking me. I was living too big for the little sh I was doing. I remember this.

Alex Paris is not my soulmate. He is my friend I used to go visit. I'm not gay, but I I went to go see him and kick it. I say this because it's like I was slowly unraveling and they thought I liked them. I was just kicking it with a friend.

I went to his friend Marcus' house. We were supposed to have gay sex or something there, but nothing ended up happening. Instead, I heard an MF Doom song I haven't heard since. Then we ate Burritos some other day.

I was really just out there for years. My Grandmother just watched me go hang out for years. Instead of me getting a job, working, and going to school, I wanted to hang out with my friends in North Hollywood. I thought it was tight to go out there and visit.

I remember one time I went out there at 9 at night. I WENT there at 9. Not got there. I got to the house like 10 something 11, and kicked it for a few housrs and went to sleep.

The next morning I hung out for a while and then left.

Then another time I jacked off at David's house. Now I'm not gay, I was just horny that night. I just busted a nut, washed my hands, and went to sleep.

I'm telling you this because I can. This is what the blog is for. I share with you my knowledge.

Do I love Brenda, heck jess. I will say also, she told me what to do: move on. Darn a larn. Like Kobe Bryant, I went out a legendary fool.

I remember Monet's mother. Her man paassed. Brother Dave.

I went to visit Monet late one night. I just showed up and visited. I asked her could I spend the night. She said no, but I went anyway. I left clowning.

Like Flemisha, who is now pregnant, I pushed up on Monet but she didn't like me. I asked her out 3 times. She said no each time. But I worked at Fox and her mother was there. She saw me and said "God is working on you". I remember that.

I blew a lot of shit, is what I'm saying.

But now is the time to unblow shit. Let me start with this blog.

From now on, every single day will have a Kobe moment. That means, something tight, correct and to the best of my ability. I probably won't be keeping that going for very long.

Not because Kobe is not tight, but because consistence is my weak point. I must study the art of keeping up the same routine. I have one routine, and the other in succession. How shall I attain wealth online if I cannot keep a rhythm? I must keep a rhythm of action. I must keep correct my form by always knowing what the next step will be.

If I can be famous, this is righteously wrong. If I can visit one room, and bring a wealth of laughter, like Kobe Bryant not going to church on Sunday, that's not it. I think Going to Church on sunday is bad no more. I think to be a Christian, give The Lord His Credit. Each week,

Lord.

Thank You Lord for yellowjackets

I saw atop the First Charity Missionary Church sign, a yellowjackets positioned in the shadow. Its body filled the whole side of the sign. It looked painted on The wall.

The insect showed me the spirit it had. I appreciate insects now. Of course, men are above, so they serve men. But honor they recognize.

Lord.

Tuesday, January 28, 2020

Stop agreeing with poverty of all sorts.

Would you seek to have nothing? Of course not. So why is that stuck in your mind?

You could say it's because of the people around you. Oh yea, these people can influence your mind. Others have to be allowed in, but it's easy to ask for access. You can be tricky and get in.

Once in, you can try and make it hard for you. You can try and implant all sorts of things. Advertisers do it all the time. Do not demonize your brother. He's only doing what he can.

Woman follows man, so she's only doing what she's told.

So you are left with people around you that have not your best interest at heart, like Blythe, California heat. It's hot, and the people know it there. So they stay indoors.

This is what you have to do. Stay indoors on your mind until you get to the symptom, and solve it. The solution is meditation.

Poverty of all sorts begin in the mind. You have to have a knot of thoughts that say, "OK, I am poor." "Ok, I deserve to be mistreated, even by myself."  "OK, I deserve sabotage." "Ok, I do not deserve respect of any kind from anywhere." "OK, I am unskilled."

Shifra helped me a lot to overcome poverty. Not so much for the money, buy to expose me to people who didn't live like that. No one in 20 miles from there lived in Poverty. To the right was great affluence. To the left was diligent business. Inside were wealthy Jews, and some who were frugal. The fact is the whole (Rebecca Green had some nice tits) matter is, I thought heavily toward negative and agreed with the negativity presented to me. All I had to do was:

Acknowledge The Lord IS Supreme

Stop agreeing with the negative from outside.

Stop supporting the negative inside,

And Meditate by mental clearing.

Mental clearing is breating to clean inside your head.

Take a deep breath and hold it for 5 seocnds. As you let it out, send some of the air up your nose. with the intention of cleaning your mind out. Say this mentally to yourself.

"I am cleaning my mind out now"

Now, start breathing naturally, holding nothing. Do not hold your breath. Let it,as the tide, come in and out.. Do this for a while. You'll feel better.

Lucky me I'm not gay.

Meditate and read some affirmation afterward. Don't think of anything in particular while you meditate. You'll notice after some time your thoughts tend to either positive or negative.

You'll down yourself if you seek poverty.

Poverty is a refuge. It's a place of comfort because there is no judgement. No one is going to judge you for being poor. They will reason, "life is hard" and you are doing what you know how. Of course, this is true. You are are doing what you allow yourself to learn.

Allow yourself to learn how to be wealthy. Wealth is not money. Wealth is genius. Wealth is honor. Wealth is commitment. I commit to Brenda. Althought she told me scram. I did scram, but I still love her. I'm committed to loving her. As a result, I have a love I can feel.

If you are in a situation where say, Mexicans are around. You may deal with the negative from the outside. Please understand, they have no citizenship. They are attaching to you out of need. Some of it is spite, and actual hatred. Some of it is just how to survive. It's not personal. It's business or survival. Don't feel sorry for them. However, realize that it's not just you they'd do this to.

The first thing is to stop accepting you deserve to be mistreated by anyone. You aren't a dog, are not returning to slavery of any sort, and are not dumb, stupid or lame. You aren't a bother, a critter, a pest. You aren't unwanted, a threat or anything bad at all. You are a man, a person. Even a woman. You are God's child. The Lord Delights in you. But you have to find the delight he's Looking at.

When you see a woman with a pair of big tits, you like that, right? You'd like to suck on them. But you don't really bother with the rest of her body do you? Unless she is gorgeous. Then you're hooked.

But that's how The Lord IS. He's seeing thgood part only. He does not acknowledge the bad. He Does Not Consider the absence of good anywhere. We are the learners who must hold the good mind and deeds to get all the good that's there.

So your mind you start with. Get the mind by meditation. Take back the spotlight. Other niggaz will learn from your example. Don't go out of your way to teach them anything. That's what I'm for. I'm the words to tell you things you need to know, so you can just know them, and not worry about going out and wasting time on people who don't want to learn yet.

I accept only Good from men.

I do not expect evil from women.

I forgive all evil toward me and men period, woman as well.

I excuse all ignorance.

I forgive all lies.

I am greater than consequence.

I am worth to the market at least 51 dollars a day.

I am willing to work now.

I am tired only when I am not inspired or breathing correctly.

I give 100% not 98.

I love The Lord at all times.

Lord.

Wealth now.

40,000 a month doesn't sound bad right? I'll take it.

I'll take her too.

I'll take the boobs.

Goal: I make $5000 a month on and offline by December 5th, 2020.

In an old apartment, green dirty spooky floor carpeted, my Dad comes to pick me up. I introduce him to my cousin who says of me "he's our choice." It's like he was standing up to my Dad.

He has a tank top.

I think Brenda is Pregnant. Or had a kid one. Oh well.

Shirleena has that smell.

Arianna is 18.

Is Brenda my wife Lord?

I hear Get over me.

Lord.


Monday, January 27, 2020

Broke again (RIP Kobe)

I was chewing on a batman straw. In a store. I didn't have the money to pay. The straw was plastic. The straw was part of a Batman cup. The batcup had a Batman bust face lid. I was chewing the straw sitting on a piece of wood. In a well lit, white walled store. It was daylight outside.

The librarian of the store was Black. She asked me to pay or I said I dint have the money. Then I see her say go to this school and you'll get an honorary degree. You will be able to pay for the straw then, by doing that.

Suddenly I see Brenda appear and Joshua comes in with a red bank of America credit card. Brenda is wearing what Flemisha had on. Joshua is going to pay for the straw! He is blocking Brenda's face. Then I see a homeless man with dreads step to Brenda like can I get her and throws me a dollar, to which I chase as it blows in the wind, to some bushes. I then wake up.

Now why was I broke in the dream? What the knot keeping me from earning a living? Is it dissolving? Why was a white man paying for my straw? With a red credit card? Red means go below. So what does thay mean in context? Is God telling me I ought to have...no.

I wrote something down in ink pen. A triangle praise. I wrote it three times, abd the first two looked like eyes. The pen ink was blue. The sun was out there. Brenda was wearing sandals. She was encouraging me to have someone else pay.

Why Lord. Most Holy One, what does it mean? What will you have me to do?

Also, Kobe Bryant, THE KB is no longer. The game is over. Sunday is The Lord's Day Forever.

But May The Lord rest His soul. I hope he's an angel now.