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.

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.

What does laughter mean to you?

I had to think about this. There is a gentleman, Mr. Matera, who I would be under if I worked there. If I worked there. I don't have the idea of how I could work there, perhaps it was planted there by the management. I mean they are Russian. Do Russians like Blacks? I'm sure. Because Blacks respect.

How frequent is a laugh? One to four minutes? A few seconds? An hour? 209 seconds. About 19 seconds. I need a laugh every 19 seconds. So that's 'bout 3 laughs per minute. That's basically math righteous.

If I get to the level, then I'm in. Any where. I mean on the stage. I'm not going anywhere. Else. I have the one stage, and I film that stage. Each year, I get better. The films get tighter. Then I sell the films online. I set up an affilate program. Men's comedy is going higher this year. Get your stock. Better.

I don't have a reason to suffer. Any longer, no suffering. No struggling. That's for bullsh ers. That's for people who don't have their own. That's for suckers is what I'm saying. Let the suckers suck hard until it feels like you need to stop sucking. Start earning your power, your way, your might, your place, your priviledge. It's not as hard as you may think it is.

The hardest thing about being tight, real or right, is that you ahve to keep doint it. Keep it up. The consistency. You may start a task, but keep a task going until it is no longer a task. Easy but hard to keep up.

If you get this going well, then you have a balance. The people who invest in your failure will kiss your feet.

So i have to figure out how to sign up for Rakuten. I will start selling Manscaping 2.0s. I will have a commercial on a web page that I share online. I'll promote the page softly, going from site to site, like Reddit and quora, answering questions tight and putting the link.

I have to see if Rakuten costs money. I'd like to tell my Dad that yes, I signed up for Rakuten and will be selling the Manscaped 2.0s soon, if not now already. I think it costs money, and will have to check on that soon after I finish making this brutal $15.

I can assuredly tell you I do not all the way enjoy working online. I enjoy the freedom to start and end when I want. What I don't enjoy is the payout. Or the discipline I lack.

Both of those, with education, will improve.

I will pass $50 daily if I pace and meditate before I start working. If I do things like just jump up and start working, I'm defeating the point of working online. It's like a seamless rhythm. You get going and stay going until the time is up. If you work for 16 hours, put 16 on the timer. Don't put ten and then hit ten again and sleep through tthe time up.

If you do it this way, you will be pleased. I remember seeing a fat ass walking. Two of them. One of them was couch ass, and the other was little latina booty. Of course, neither of these are for me, but nice to behold, like flower.

I saw a young black girl at Walmart. She liked me. I could tell right away. She was like, if you want, I'll date you, marry you, whatever. I'm yours, if you just ask. A fatter cow like woman was at the service desk. She had big tits, but you could tell she sat around and ate all day. Grazing, like cows do.

This fat one dropped her keys. I reached down to pick them up. She reminded me of Brenda. As a matter of fact, she almost resembled Brenda, accept my babycakes is not that big. She's big, but not enormous and unhealty. The other one looked like if you shoved a dick in her face she'd it that too, like a cheeto.

But no. The Black girl was very nice, and a Latino was trying to get her. I don't like that. You can't see me working beside you, but you want my woman. No. You can't have her. She's mine. Black woman is mine.

Latinos get latinas. Bridgette B. That's what you get. Appreciate. There' nothing else to get for you. You don't appreicate anything else. I'd be furious to see again what I saw at the Lucilles.

A Black woman with a Latino man, and he was young. One of the ones to run you out of a job. And he;s with a Black woman. How pathetic. How could she? She was trying to keep her job.

You'd give your life for a paycheck, that with a few more hours of education, of knowledge, you could make yourself? No, not for me. I'll make a way. You keep my slate on, I'll figure it out.

But the inner discipline is the way. The pople trying to get you, gank, all this, no.

I remember also a woman on a blue bike with red hair. What kind of fred flinstone mess is that? I know someone had to really wake up and ask what life is about to make that decision.

I saw this woman had on army pants too. Iike Brenda had. She was doing what she had to do. She was a follower. Why didn't she follow my semen?

I don't know what's next to do. I have to pray, and keep working. One day, I'll clear $10,000 in affiliate income. You'll see. Until then, I'll deal with jealous co earthlings and inner conflict until. I succeed.

Lord.

Helpful thoughts

Mind, I love you.

Mind, love my body.

Mind, I love my body.

Mind, appreciate my penis.

Lord.

The saga of Moma and Dad.

Mom is playing. Happy, bountiful, abundant, wise hearted, joyful, and jubilant. Moma does not want to grow old. For in her age, she sees the wealth of her flesh wither. For her wisdom, however, there is strength and value. There is no stopping or topping a mother's wisdom. Her sensitivity to life is so much stronger than a man, but does not last as long as his can. She is to be listened to, and appreciated. Accepted for all her ways as she ages, for in her tongue is the life of many days.

Dad is staying. Staying strong, motivated, fun, able, healthy, wise. Father is all these things. Daddy delights in old age. For in his wisdom shall he see better days and fortune. Father is glad to be alive, and able to give careful instruction. His age is a treasure. There is no wrong doing in listening to an elder man. He has much spirit in his voice. A young woman is delighted by the tongue of a father. His condition does not beset him. The wealth of flesh is behind him.

Together, there is a balance. Life is not too strict, and not too playful. A delicate meat.
The flesh and the spirit delight in the good fortune of balance. Ultimately, the father wins out, for from his loins is all life of man born. The Father's words are sovereign.

What can cause a good father? The intention to do well for all your days.

Mind, Love The Lord. x 2.

Mind, Love Earth x 2.

These two, mentally repeated, offer the suggestions the mind needs to cause frictionless movements. The balance of man rests in both these places.

If you are able to, love your other.

Mind, love Brenda x 2.

Mind, love mother x 2.

Mind, love father x 2.

These 3 are the strength of man. Giving the force of these 5 mental commands, the mind will desire nothing less than holiness.

How long can you keep this up?

5 years from now (anos)

I have the plan. I'll write one reality piece. Then, I'll write one imaginative piece. Each day, I'll have two, one sky, one ground. That'll teach them. Me and the various personalities I have.

I don't think about this too much, but 5 years is not a long time. It's 365 x 4, whic is 1825. So, if we subtract 25, it's 1800 days from now.

Will I live until then? I hope to. I hope to be alive then. I don't take kindly to my mother trying to control me. I don't like it, and it's gay. I think it's rude, and very wrong over all. I think it's a bad omen for her, since it shows her immaturity, and insecurity.

When you are insecure, you begin to try and size up others. You want to control your environment. This is because you don't feel adequate. You want to challenge the others around you, to see if you are better than them. To see if, once you beat them, if you do, you will then be in control. You are secure in control. You need to control yourself.

The other people around you are just mirrors. I am your son, but not your dummy, not your dog, and not someone to control. Since I have my own mind, I think I am the one in control here.

Who Counsels me is The Lord. I get all my instruction from him. No one on the Earth can hold me to the standard to which The Lord Has Places upon me. He gave me instructions to help men, and to educate them.

I ought to be a teacher. But not for LAUSD. That would have been a great job, but I didn't go that route. At 35, my only option is to work online and start earning a living there.

The people want to give me my job back at Bon Appetit. I imagine. Of course, the reality is I won't be getting that job back. The people made it clear then that they didn't want me there.

I was walking into a building I hadn't been in before. The Latinos who were there were young. They saw me, actually GOT SCARED and wrote something in pen. It was like, "You're not working here." And that's what they wrote down.

I remember also hearing on the phone my name said, "Julius" but in a bad way. I ike I was a problem to be solved. I don't know why or what I did, but after that day, I think the next day or twoo, I was fired.

The last day I had to shit real bad. I was trying to make it to work so I could. I ducked off into a tree, but once I got to the tree, I didn't have to go. It was something in me that stopped it. It was as if others were influencing me. It was as if I was set up to fail. Not to make it to work.

I made it there clean, but I even think I was late. It sucked that day. But I think either that day or the day after, I was fired.

I wasn't told a reason, I had to ask Elizabeth. "Are you thinning out?" "Yes" she said. She agreed with what I said. I didn't believe her, but I figured then wasnt the time to argue.

I went to pick up my check, and they were mad at me. Why? I don't know what I did. I asked them to call me back if they had work. They did.

When I answered the phone, Elizabeth asked me if I was working. "I work online", I said. I went on talking but she said "No." Then she said something else I don't remember now.

So you see, the whle thing was, someone or something convinced them to fire me. I guess they didn't want Black people there. There was a beautiful Black woman there one day. I mean she was gorgeous. But, I'm sure she was taken. Plus, Brenda. But since Brenda said Restraining order, I stopped pursuing her. I pray for her daily, and hope we will be togehter soon. However, we don't want to think the sky is purple.

"You suck" She told me one day. I just wasn't the man she wanted. I just was some wierd snobby kid. I love her. I hadn't gotten with the program. I was just a lloser at that point. I didn't understand the game. I still don't.

So now, The Lord Has Helped me this far. But it seems this is coming to an end also.

The Deacon wrote something in pen and it touched my butt, man. I remember that. It was like, you're not staying here. I remember, it was like, I don't trust this. I remember that. I don't know what I did wrong. I guess I just messed up.

But the whole point is, nothing lasts forever. I just have to learn to be a Deacon. I'm sorry for what I said before. I apologize for calling him a pervert. But my butt is behind my face. Do you need to go back therE?

 Furthermore, I think the money is the key. 51 dollars a day isn't bad for online starting. I'd have enough to do a show a week, and fight off any problems. I'd have enough to pay the phone bill, and give my mother a little money besides. I don't want or need to stay with my mother any more in life.

I can make it on my own. As long as I have The  Lord and my slate, I'll be straight. No hate, can you relate? I think Great, so I'll be great. And That'll be great.

If I can just listen to my elders with this And and But in the beginning of sentences. I think that'll be great. Why do I feel that's important, because honor above everything is important.

I read honor is the most precious quality of man. Being honorable, Julius, is the most fantastic version. Is there any other besides? No. Be the honorable Julius you know you are.

The others ganking, I forgive the gank. Just like I forgive the buttscrape. I saw that guy Justice one time. He called Brenda "Whatsaname." What a fag. She jacked you off, and you can't even say her name. Perhaps that was on purpose. Maybe he was just trying to spare me the remembrance.

I apologixe for calling him a fag. I apologize for all the people who came against me, whatever you did. I've done so much wrong, I could write a book. It'll be called, Wrong, by Julius. Or How to be wrong, by Julius. Can I get a best seller Lord?

Why can't I sell amy albums, Lord? I sold one before. can people buy lots of them, Lord. Like 100 copies at least of each one? Is there something against me to sell that many? I think I'm putting out way too much music not to sell one.

What I have to do is write all the lyrics. Treat it like a little job. Put all the lyrics, write something in every column. Credits, all everything you need.

People want to get past me because of You, Lord. You gave me something, I better get that book read. I only have until November. I'm at 8 dollars and I need 25 to cash out.

I have 180 in coins and I need 300

Spookie is my cat and I love her.

I have maybe 2 or three on the cat,

and I need to call my mother about the postcard from survey junkie, or you could just wait until you see her. I think that's the best option there.

Wait that one out.

So you have Zap, cat and Coin. Put those three together and you have 41 dollars a day. Make that. Get 41 dollars and write the book.

Lord.