I'll never forget what you told me-- it's stronger to wear our hearts on our sleeve than not. Say and show how we feel, cause if not, what else is there? Such is love - never practical yet the only purpose. It was you my love, who showed me how to open my heart and face my fears. No more hiding in shadows. No more bitter tears. Letting go of the past. I gave myself a brand new start. Fumbling through the dark was the hardest part. Now, I see and through these deep waters. We have a found treasure. Two of a kind, me and you. Like midnight rain we saw it through til dawn. Holding each other at last.Saturday Morning
I'll never forget what you told me-- it's stronger to wear our hearts on our sleeve than not. Say and show how we feel, cause if not, what else is there? Such is love - never practical yet the only purpose. It was you my love, who showed me how to open my heart and face my fears. No more hiding in shadows. No more bitter tears. Letting go of the past. I gave myself a brand new start. Fumbling through the dark was the hardest part. Now, I see and through these deep waters. We have a found treasure. Two of a kind, me and you. Like midnight rain we saw it through til dawn. Holding each other at last.The Power of Forgiveness
Your heart is broken. You are weary, angry, and resentful of the pain. You may even resent the lesson. Yet, if we are to be truly honest with ourselves...there is no room for pity and no use in feeling sorry for ourselves. Of course we have every right to grieve, but never resign yourself to believing you are a mere victim of circumstance. No matter how beat down you feel, unfair or hopeless it seems -- you are not and never will be powerless! Remember God have said, YOU are more than a conqueror! Mother Nature shows us, wildfires destroy but also redeem. Likewise, it is in the flames of life we find golden opportunities to rise above the proverbial ashes and evolve stronger and wiser. It is up to us whether or not we disintegrate and become a part of the ash, or allow fire to forge us into our higher-self.
It's all fun and games when you're running from work. We're emotionally exhausted...so what do we do? Party, play and BS around. For many this is true in every literal sense. Theoretically, in these pity parties we give ourselves permission to be passive in our pain instead of progressive. Instead of working on our issues in order to let go of misery, we choose to indulge in it and play the blame game. We're all kinds of mad and not able to forgive...besides, that feels too much like letting those who hurt us off the hook. So we take our ball and go home.
I recall a time I had sat, lamenting over and the past. I cried out to God, but He did not entertain my self-pity. Instead He directed my attention away from all others, and onto myself! Spirit asked, Have you not hurt another? And if so, did they also not deserve it? Have you claimed to forgive another only to rehash the past once angered? How often had you misplaced blame, or made selfish demands because you felt life owed you something? In other words, "judge lest ye be judged". When we remove our pride out of the pain, we make room for love and understanding. The first step toward forgiveness. I realized that before I can honestly ask God to forgive those who've trespassed against me; I must first muster the courage to face myself and ask The Creator to forgive me! Through karmic energy The Creator reminded me of this universal truth.
Regardless of what life throws at you, you have the power to be present in your emotions and embrace your truth. It's tempting to wallow in self-pity. It's easy to blame our childhood, exes, the economy, or whatever instead of accepting the role we play in breaking our own heart. It's easy to make excuses instead of focusing on the spiritual work needed to conquer the past. It's easy to pass judgement on others without first judging ourselves. And it's easy to succumb to the flames of life instead of evolving beyond our circumstances. Yes, there will be times where you will have to fly solo, you will be tested, people will persecute you, and your family/friends may even turn their back on you.
Of course, getting karmic life lessons doesn't necessarily mean you deserved whatever situation it entailed. It simply means there is an aspect of our lives we need to focus on and improve. We can either choose to play the victim and wallow in misery...or start the healing process by reflecting upon our own shortcomings, letting go of blame, and focusing on today. No, your pain is not in vain. Yes, sometimes people do and say jacked up things we don't deserve, but at the end of the day it's about them. It's about you! Your peace of mind. It's about moving on with life (with or with them) and cultivating your own happiness. Essentially, we must learn to love and forgive ourselves (first) before we're able to love and forgive others. Life is a constant exercise of loving, forgiving, and accepting self and others from a place of love (not fear). We are created to be vessels of love and light. As a children of God, love is the very essence of who we are. Remember, you have the power to transform negative energy into a source of healing power and love.
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Ella
Eternal beauty, strength, and love...beguiling and sweet but full of thorns. Does the rose scorn? Does the rose know its beauty is coveted? Does the rose understand the nature of man? The rose is not without knowledge of the forlorn, protecting herself from being picked on to picked up, tooted and booted, uprooted. She escapes the worms and twists her roots and outstretch, bursting past the darkness. You'll find her between a rock and hard place or alone amongst a sea of crabgrass. Guided by the Son's light. No matter what she'll find her way. Hook or crook, hell or high water she grows. The rose, symbolizes love but do you don't love her? Appreciate not manipulate or else get stuck....shit outta luck. Look but don't touch, just smell me...smell me? Nose wide open, yearn then burn cause love loves no one but bleeding hearts never learn.Soldier's Story
Quietly...he sips aged Brandy and begins to clip a cigar tip. I watch as he inhaled the past once again and exhaled memories, with a puff characters came alive like phantoms unfurling. Ebony eyes pondering passersby with a distant gaze. Follow him down memory lane, if you're brave. Sips Brandy akin to skin, deep mahogany, strong spirit, and aged of life's fermentation. Seen days without air when America inhaled war and exhaled gun-smoke...a story told again and again and ever sobering. "To God be the glory, I'm still here", he simply says. Today, I sat still listening to my father reflect upon his days in "Nam" amid the countless prayers said in Saigon six ways from Sunday. These moments and the lessons therein never ceases to amaze. My eyes have never witnessed fallen friends join the ranks among fields of poppy, nor the pain of coming home to an ungrateful nation. No job Joes. War heroes drifting train stations by day and sleeping in shadow by night. It wasn't right. No amount of words can amend. Only a soldier can comprehend. Yet, with sincere thanks America gives tribute. I salute to the end our veterans and troops, as we uphold stories of strong spirit, aged of life's fermentation to be told this day again and again...ever sobering.
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Reflection: Borderlands
In June of 2014, America watched as thousands of Central American children sought asylum after being trafficked across the Mexican border into the United States.
Many Honduran families – mostly women and children – risk crossing a grueling 1,500 mile migration through dangerous drug lands in hope of escaping abject poverty, organized crime, and violence in their country. It became painfully obvious that comprehensive immigration reform is far more than a logistical challenge. It is part of a transcontinental, humanitarian crisis – whereby women and children’s lives hang in the balance. As a result, U.S. President Barack Obama called executive action to override Congress and pass immigration reform bills. In a recent report, CNN: Latin America interviewed the first lady of Honduras, Ana Garcia de Hernandez and her husband, President Juan Orlando Hernandez. Both spoke out about the immigration crisis and are making concerted efforts to resolve it. Mrs. Hernandez is passionate about the plight of women and children in her country, and spearheads a commission created by her husband to stop traffickers. In addition, both acknowledged the underlying issue and state equally strong efforts to eradicate the country’s high crime and unemployment rate. In the meantime, they've requested the U.S. provide all necessary provision unaccompanied children may need to encourage a successful transition.
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| First lady of Honduras, Ana Garcia de Hernandez speaking with U.S. border patrol agents. | REUTERS |
In an ideal world, there would be no such thing as borders. However, it’s not. Therefore I support immigration/reform because the current legal immigration process is convoluted and outdated. All things being equal, I don’t excuse illegal immigration. However, it’s not equal. Likewise, as the Hernandez family pointed out, matters should be considered on a case by case basis. Besides, it’s always a raw deal when kids become collateral damage. Over the summer, I was privy to lunch with the Deputy Director of U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services. I asked him blunt questions on the matter, and appreciated his candor. He agreed that this is a compound issue and contrary to popular belief, he and the department work hard to balance improving the immigration process while not compromising the first priority: homeland security. However, it’s hard to give a vote of confidence when bureaucracy is the only thing standing between you and your future. It poses a quandary. In the end, I suppose we’re all trying our best to work around the parameters of politics, policies, and a post 9/11 world.
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Flores, Rosa. "Honduran First Lady on Immigration: Each Case Is a Different Story." CNN. Cable News Network, 25 Sept. 2014. Web. 4 Oct. 2014. <http://edition.cnn.com/2014/09/25/world/americas/honduras-first-lady-immigration/index.html?hpt=ila_c2>.
Recognize Who You're Dealing With
There are spiritual forces at play in our day to day lives. I don't claim to be innocent, nor religious. Lord knows I am unpolished brass. Yet for some reason God granted me the gift of sight. Honestly, it is a gift I ran from for years. Only recently have I mustered the courage to embrace it. All the same, sometimes I find myself caught up in the matrix...illusion...and forget that this life is not even a fraction of all that is. God reminded me that much of what we experience is not of this material world. Likewise, I am reminded I too am a spirit, and this body is but a temple. We are in the flesh but not of the flesh. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms (Ephesians 6:12). At some point or another, all have experienced some form of demonic attack, whether we realize it or not. Anxiety, depression, lethargy, unexplained body aches, and just an overall general feeling of heaviness (like something is pulling you down) are some of the ways the body reacts to demonic attack. The flesh is not immune to energy, albeit negative or positive. If someone or something is conducting negative energy, themselves and those around them experience stress and strife. Eventually that energy will cause a person or place to erode from within. Negative people drain us of our life force.
"On Earth as it is in Heaven."
My only message -- stay woke and remain vigilant. Beware of the influences at work in and/or around your life. Far as I understand, spiritual warfare and attack occur in one or two ways: curses or spirits. Curses are verbal contracts; they are words that bind you or others (e.g., generational curses) to a dark energy/spell. When someone is speaking to you, not only hear but LISTEN to what is being said. The tongues of snakes are venomous and flap about in matters to detect foul. Discern whether or not you will internalize (give power and meaning) the words of others. God warned us that there is power in the tongue. Overstand. We can curse others (knowingly or unknowingly) with our words. Not to say all criticism is unfounded or unwarranted. Sometimes the truth hurts. On the contrary, the devil is a liar and you'll recognize it as such because his words are empty. Anytime someone tells you that you are stupid, useless, good for nothing, or professes you to be anything that is outside of your character -- realize that you are being cursed. Do not bow to the lashes of a careless tongue, or internalize words. If so you are giving their curse(s) power and authority in your life. Over the course of several years, someone dear has professed me to be everything from a liar to thoughtless, and thrice professed negative karma over my life for the sake of my actual and perceived short-comings. It is painful and offensive to be confronted with condemnation and judgement. Yet, afterwards I forced myself to push past the emotion and examine -- not the words -- but myself and then the messenger. Ironically, before this incident I asked God to restore sight and reveal to me what is hidden. Yet before He granted my request, my heart had to be in the right place. It doesn't come easy. Taking that good, long, hard look at the man in the mirror but we all fall short. No one under the sun nor moon is perfect and divine. Therefore, if we are to see, we must be willing to recognize our own "inner demons" first:
By the the power of the almighty God, our Savior Yeshua, and the Holy Spirit, I rebuke Satan and your influence over my life and the lives of those I love. No weapon formed against me shall prosper. In the name of Yahweh, and his son Christ our Savior, Ase.
Last night, I asked God for forgiveness and truth, Yeshua for guidance and protection, and the Holy Trinity to remove any curses or deceptive influences blocking my sight, light, and hindering me from receiving the lesson. Undoubtedly, I recognized shortcomings within myself, aspects and areas of my life I need to work on. Likewise, for some time I buried my head in the sand and ignored or dismissed lessons God put right in front of my face. I was afraid and had no desire to see beyond the surface of people and situations, including myself. There I was stagnant on my path, because I put off polishing up my act: mind, body, and spirit. Ironically, while trying to avoid demonic influence, my unwillingness to embrace truth made me susceptible to attack. At the end of day, the collective stress and strife we experience within ourselves or with others -- is in one way or another -- the result of spiritual warfare. Personally, there is a particular demonic presence I've struggled with on more than one occasion throughout my life: Jezebel/Beelzebub. When dealing with a man or woman covered by this spirit, you will find yourself in a "damned if you do, damned if you don't" relationship or situation. I first encountered this spirit as a child, then later recognized and rebuked it from upon myself during a period of depression in my mid-twenties, and now I find it has shown back up in my life in another form while I wasn't looking (third eye blind). I am far from my potential as a light worker; right now I'm just grateful for God's grace and mercy...allowing me to recognize who [and what] I'm dealing with...be it upon myself or others. Although, mortals are behind the veil (temple) -- as spirits ourselves -- we are not immune to the immortal desires and influences of those in the astral plane (which grows thinner and thinner by the day). If we remain honest with ourselves, the reality of this realm (above) and our current situations (below); God will reveal to us that which is hidden (in between), and protect and empower you against all manner of curses, negativity, and deception.
Plausible Perspectives: Adask's Law on Dark Matter
Literally just finished reading the blog post (below) written by profound writer and self-proclaimed watchmen, Alfred Adask. His take on "dark matter" is an interesting hypothesis to say the least...
The Longest Standing Problem in Astro-Physics
Gravity is presumed to be a consequence or characteristic of all matter. Every gram of matter results in a fixed and knowable amount of gravity. Scientists have measured the total amount of both gravity and matter in the universe and found a problem. The total amount of gravity appears to be about 25 times greater than the perceivable quantity of mass and energy should produce.
Scientists have been aware of this discrepancy since the 1930s but unable to offer a “scientific” (Godless) explanation. Scientists (who often doubt the existence of God…
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In The Air Tonight
All throughout the month of August I have not been feeling my best. I've been generally feeling sluggish and anxious. Aside, from the day to day stress we all have, I could not shake the peculiar sense of heaviness or chaotic energy I felt in the air. It was as though something extraordinary was on the verge. It was just a hunch; and held no specific meaning to me (at the time). I even brushed it off. Yet, on some level I felt a curious sense of urgency...but didn't know how or why. I believe all living things are a part of one soul (a.k.a. Soul of the World). When Mother Nature is crying out and humanity is in pain, all creatures feel the residual effect in one way or another.The Creator gave the incarnate spiritual gifts so to survive spiritual warfare, not for our amusement and parlor tricks.
We all know, August has been a particularly volatile month in terms of civil unrest in America, international terrorism, ISIS ongoing conflict in Syria, and the 2014 West Africa Outbreak to name a few. Something is happening just beneath the surface. What surface? The astral plane. Consciously, I could not (nor dared to) put my finger on it -- but the spirit is always the first to know. Lately, all I wanted to do is sleep. Yet, I did not find rest. It's as if Mother is not letting me rest until I acknowledge her. She will no longer be ignored. Now eye see, it is not physical rest nor food I crave. My spirit is restless to do it's bidding, and hungry for light. I wasn't purposely trying to ignore her...at least that's what I told myself. The spiritual vibration (energy) around and throughout Mother (nature) is becoming increasingly intense. On the contrary, there's a certain (negative) energy force in the world that is steadily emerging as well. Mother is calling my spirit to arms but I was too afraid to answer. Yet, I can no longer afford to ignore her...no one can or should.
Mother Nature is the conductor that embodies the Soul of World. We all play a part in life's struggles, and ignoring it doesn't make it better, go away, or any easier. Personally, I buried my head in the sand; unwilling to accept my charge and use my gifts. I was content to hum away, merely concerning myself with surface matters. Convincing myself that there was still time. Material existence has it's place but there is another paradigm to our purpose. Some of it's not pretty. In fact it's downright disgusting. Luciferian energy looms over the horizon, as the horsemen arrive at the four corners of the Earth. The sixth seal is open and the Beast is preparing to rise. By raising the vibration, Mother is awakening our consciousness. Before long no one will escape their true/higher self. We each have a purpose. The cost of ignoring your higher self and allowing the third-eye to calcify is both dangerous and selfish. The Creator gave the incarnate spiritual gifts so to survive spiritual warfare, not for our amusement and parlor tricks.
Personally, I was wrong for allowing certain gifts to lie dormant. I was wrong for ignoring Mother, simply because I did not want to do face reality nor do the spiritual work. I went on blissfully in my ignorance, but will lie to myself no longer. Bottom line, the veil between the physical and spiritual realm is lifting. No matter the gifts or abilities, many of us can already see the work of minions. As much of it is in plain sight. Hell spawns and portals are popping up everywhere...for every war zone and areas of mass destruction and hate...the minions feed off of this energy and crossover into the damned. Yet, this is nothing compared to the days ahead. I had hoped myself and loved ones dead and long gone into the bosom of the Lord before the astral plane dissipates. However, if it's God's will that I am to be left behind as a light worker then so be it. Father God in Heaven you are the Lord of Lords, Alpha & Omega, and the Creator. In all things I seek your guidance, divine knowledge, wisdom, strength and protection to armor my mind, body, and soul as I embrace my gifts along this spiritual journey.
Personally, I was wrong for allowing certain gifts to lie dormant. I was wrong for ignoring Mother, simply because I did not want to do face reality nor do the spiritual work. I went on blissfully in my ignorance, but will lie to myself no longer. Bottom line, the veil between the physical and spiritual realm is lifting. No matter the gifts or abilities, many of us can already see the work of minions. As much of it is in plain sight. Hell spawns and portals are popping up everywhere...for every war zone and areas of mass destruction and hate...the minions feed off of this energy and crossover into the damned. Yet, this is nothing compared to the days ahead. I had hoped myself and loved ones dead and long gone into the bosom of the Lord before the astral plane dissipates. However, if it's God's will that I am to be left behind as a light worker then so be it. Father God in Heaven you are the Lord of Lords, Alpha & Omega, and the Creator. In all things I seek your guidance, divine knowledge, wisdom, strength and protection to armor my mind, body, and soul as I embrace my gifts along this spiritual journey.
Ase.
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Prayer of My Heart
Father God in Heaven you are the Lord of Lords, Alpha & Omega, and the Creator El, thank you for choosing me to live in this time side of life and the lessons and opportunities you have presented to me within it. The doors you have opened and closed. Thank you for answering my prayers, your grace and mercy, comforting & seeing me through. Thank you for teaching and molding me as I strive to be the woman you intended me to be. Thank you for replacing my fear with self confidence, for being my Rock of Gibraltar...never leaving my side. I can forever count on you (forgive me) even though I've strayed from your side; not always a shining example of your light.
Lord thank you for my loved ones/soul mates -- bless and keep them. And thank you for my enemies Father -- bless and forgive them. Give us (one another) strength and patience with the hard-hearted, those that hurt, misuse, judge, bear false witness and persecute for they need love and understanding most. Forgive and have mercy on us all for having done this unto another. Thank you for mending my spirit whenever broken and the bonds I once thought were lost and futile. Thank you Lord for the breath in my body, health, waking me this day, shelter, food on the table, clothes on my back, opportunities to give back and better myself, love in my life, and so much more.
Simply, thank you for YOU and all of Heaven! Cannot thank you enough Yahweh, but for what it's worth I hope this mere note pleases you. Lord, I ask that you continue to hold and keep your children in your everlasting arms, bathe us in your love, grace and mercy as we walk with you. Jah bless and protect us in the last days. Touch the hearts and minds of those in positions of power to righteous intentions. Blessed are the fleets of angels over the land...who go into the darkest places to comfort the meek. Shew away dark forces of evil from the bedside of the innocent and bring justice to the victimized, oppressed and misunderstood. Alas comfort and understanding when souls are sacrificed in death. May love and acceptance abound around the so called undesirables, peace upon the weary, and mercy granted to the foolish so they may live to learn another day. I ask Lord, that the Prayer of my Heart invoke the Soul of the World. May the power of the Holy Spirit blanket mankind in your consciousness.
In Jesus name, Ase.
In Jesus name, Ase.
2014 Affirmations: Letting Go of Self Doubt!

The only ones I have to prove anything to, is God and myself...
Everyday we must strive to keep this in mind. Ignore moments of self doubt and baseless ridicule. Our worth, work, and successes in life are not and never will be measured nor determined by other peoples acceptance, understanding, love, judgments or approval. It's only when we lack self love and understanding, precious time and energy is spent outside of our divine selves in search of that which we are taught to believe we are somehow intrinsically lacking.
The devil is a liar and uses everything under its persuasion to convince you that you are not worthy or capable of handling the lessons and blessings God has prepared for you (John 10:10). You are a capable woman. And you are a capable man. No matter what was said or done, dust yourself off and try again. You are enough. And if YOU know you're not striving towards your full potential, realize that you have the power of God within you to change.
Ase
Art Topic: Poseidon's Gift
Ooh, guess what I found?! Treasures nestled in the Grenadine sea while surfing the net! Much like a kid jumping up and down in excitement, anxious to belt out his latest discovery -- this is an impromptu post.
After a little online "research", I discovered this is one of many sculptures created by renowned English and Guyanese eco-sculptor, Jason deCaires Taylor. Outside of being a gifted artisan, he's a professional scuba diving instructor, conservationist, and underwater photographer. It goes without saying, Taylor's trademark underwater sculptures celebrate his mutual love of art and marine life. In polite humor, I refer to his work as Poseidon's Gift because unlike the fate of underwater ruins, the artisan seems to rather "gift" such structures unto Poseidon as opposed to having them violently stolen by high seas. Nevertheless, Taylor does desire for nature to have it's way - albeit subtly.
All jokes aside. I came across this picture and was moved (for lack of a better term) by the sight of it; not only due to the history and implications it has for me in light of my African heritage -- this is simply striking and ingenious artwork.
After a little online "research", I discovered this is one of many sculptures created by renowned English and Guyanese eco-sculptor, Jason deCaires Taylor. Outside of being a gifted artisan, he's a professional scuba diving instructor, conservationist, and underwater photographer. It goes without saying, Taylor's trademark underwater sculptures celebrate his mutual love of art and marine life. In polite humor, I refer to his work as Poseidon's Gift because unlike the fate of underwater ruins, the artisan seems to rather "gift" such structures unto Poseidon as opposed to having them violently stolen by high seas. Nevertheless, Taylor does desire for nature to have it's way - albeit subtly.
Personally, what makes these cool, aqueous structures unique beyond the obvious is how they're constructed with "environmentally-friendly materials that actively promote coral growth with inert Ph neutral properties designed to last hundreds of years (www.underwatersculpture.com)". And secondly, how the most inanimate of objects become animated; essentially brought to life with movement and colors. Gradually the sculptures are transformed over time as coral and other organisms grow on and around them. Therein lies the beauty of it.
| Museo Subacuatico de Arte (MUSA) grand opening. |
You can view Taylor's early work at the Molinere Underwater Sculpture Park -- which he founded in 2006. The park is the first of its kind and listed as one of the Top 25 Wonders of the World by National Geographic. However, his most recent work is his most ambitious; creating the world's largest underwater exhibit (pictured right) featuring a collection of over 450 sculptures submerged off the beautiful coast of Cancun, Isla Mujeres and Punta Nicuz. For more on Jason deCaires Taylor visit www.underwatersculpture.com.
Our Weight Gold
What do Madoff, cash for gold, and payday loan businesses all have in common? They're crooks. As many Americans are living paycheck to paycheck such businesses prey on hard-luck situations or plain out consumer ignorance. Cash for gold businesses offer up their solution touting, "No problem. Just sell us your used (or scrap) gold and we'll give you CASH!!!" By the way, what exactly is "used" gold? Intrinsically, there is no such thing. Nowhere in the foreseeable future will precious metals (or stones) have and ever will be dispensable or more importantly depreciate. It's like taking candy from a baby as cash for gold consumers are perpetually had for the actual valuable - the gold.
Sorry, but I could not resist pointing out the blaring irony of this particular Cash 4 Gold ad. I have nothing against MC Hammer but inherently therein lies the punchline: "Nouveau~riche rap star infamous for his poor financial acumen promotes Cash 4 Gold!" It's almost poetic.
Wake up America!
The joke is on us! In fact, the U.S. dollar is fiat, affectionately known as "play doe" and holds no actual value. The million dollar question is: Where is all this "used" gold going or rather, to whom or what? Seemingly, it is not headed to the Federal Reserve Bank as the USD is no longer federally insured by physical commodities such as gold, silver, platinum, etc. However, the Federal Reserve Bank frivolously prints money to compensate the national debt, fund wars and other affairs - a cataclysmic solution that only worsens inflation as the U.S. dollar is already stretched to the max. These factors coupled with an alleged fascist effort to systematically position the United States into a one world government (e.g. proposed North American Union and its Amero) has rendered U.S currency valuable in the free market ONLY because the U.S. government says so. In other words, our liquid assets ain't worth shit overseas (excuse my French).
Paper or Plastic?
"Coins may be minted that have fiat values lower than the value of their component metals, but this is never done intentionally and initially for circulation coins, and happens only in due course later in the history of coin production due to inflation, as market values for the metal overtake the fiat declared face value of the coin. Examples of this phenomenon include the pre-1965 US dime, quarter, half dollar, and dollar,US nickel, and pre-1982 US penny. As a result of the increase in the value of copper, the United States greatly reduced the amount of copper in each penny. Since mid-1982, United States pennies are made of 97.5% zinc, coated with 2.5% copper. Extreme differences between fiat values and metal values of coins causes coins to be removed from circulation by illicit smelters interested in the value of their metal content."
Personally, I find all of this intriguing and disconcerting all at the same time which is why I thought to post a brief about the harsh reality behind cash for gold commercials. America is neck deep in a national debt crisis with no plausible way out. I'm a realist. Citizens must be smart and proactive. Interested in doing your own research? I recommend starting with the National Inflation Association, "an organization that is dedicated to preparing Americans for hyperinflation and helping Americans not only survive, but prosper in the upcoming hyper-inflationary crisis." My only caveat is that the rhetoric provided by NIA, though highly informative is at times bias. In other words, discretion (common sense) as with all matters is advised. However, NIA does uphold a compelling argument predicated on historical economic patterns coupled with current events affecting today's U.S economy. Bottom line, the organization's agenda is well-intended and overall their message is keen and fairly substantiated.
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Get Back Up!
So, last night after coming back home from a party the bestie puts in her favorite 80's movie, Flashdance. A movie, I hate to admit I'd never seen before...yet, won't soon forget. I truly believe God speaks into our lives and in a number of ways. Well, as I'm sitting there on the couch, half-baked and heartbroken, there's a scene that became my everything...
"Jeanie", the ice-skater fell...not once, but twice. I watched helplessly, as a small group of fam 'n friends cheered her on to no avail. Get up Jeanie! You can do it! They shouted, but on the second fall she was so embarrassed and filled with disappointment that she didn't have the heart to get back up and face the crowd. Her loved ones came to her side...lifted her from the cold, hard ice and carried her backstage. Feeling disillusioned, she turned to her best friend and said, "All that time and practice. What a waste...gotdamn waste of time." Her friend replied, "It wasn't. At least you had the guts to try."It's not a matter of if, but when we do fall short and make mistakes in life (big or small). All the practice and preparation in the world does NOT make one perfect or rather exempt from faltering, pain, or misfortune. Ironically, just when we think we've done everything right, took our time, or simply learned our lesson, life will throw a curve ball. However, I think these are growing pains and maybe it's a good sign...a sign that we're evolving and life is not through with us yet.
Whatever the case, or how bad setbacks or disappointments hurt, we must push through the pain and get back up. And if you simply have not the strength to get up today, dust yourself off and try again tomorrow...and the next day, until you do get back up! Never stop believing in yourself and do not forget to forgive yourself. IT WILL BE OK just as long as we trust in God and get back in the fight! Today, I'm encouraging myself because one thing is for sure...life goes on whether we make it or break it. Best to make it the best you can. I've loved, lost, and damn near fell apart but this chick refuses to stay down! Victory is still mine. We deserve to be happy and see our dreams come true. I owe it to myself and you owe it to yourself to GET BACK UP. No matter what.
~Peace and love, Bornscorpion.
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Dear Father,
Through the porthole of ages where space and time have no dominion my spirit was made flesh. Your breath filled my temple and opened the chambers of my heart. Seems like only yesterday I cried. Touch my crown and each day I wake...ongoing is the journey toward my fate. Father, this is a mysterious place so if I make it back unlock the gates from afar! I want to see the look of defeat upon the morning star. Meanwhile, I will ever write my heart though the watchers record my every move, my every scar.
Funhouse
Funhouse, funhouse, funhouse....runs 'round rampant like a broken recording. A constant reminder of all the
world’s ills outside this windowsill. Vivid
in my mind like flashing neon lights, running mascara, and warped faces in the frothy swirls of my
morning coffee creamer…but I’m a dreamer steady hoping against hope, against ticking of the tock as people beating the clock, crawling up and
down these inner city blocks…it’s a minstrel show. Aye, turn that conscious shit down and turn
up! Lo behold there goes Sambo on yo' radio but like LL I can’t live without it. The beat hits them chakras...surrounded by show stoppers and pill
poppers – I call ‘em Lohans. Meanwhile, Sam I am in
these trenches steady Willy Lynchin' next to booby traps promising the biggest booty so niggaz be
like I got mines…clowns don't realize the jokes on them. Signs of a time when children kill, grown men
squeal and women endure madmen for rent money and cheap thrills. Blind leading the blind so the love is lost but
fuck it I’mma BOSS! It cost to be. Funhouse, funhouse, funhouse…her nose is
red like October with lashes longer than her lies, meanwhile his heart is in
the trap steady laughing hysterically at their own demise. Huffin' and puffin' running through this maze just to huff an puff after a long day in a purplish haze. Yet, the shit got me wound up….so I pops up outta this box
and startle everyone passing through. They told me keep calm, relax, and pass the time away...ignore the view. Snatch the needle off the wax.
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Reflection: 2012
In theory, mankind is indeed experiencing a Revelation - literally and figuratively. From bitter political agendas, 'end of the world' prophecies, to the tragedies of Sandy Hook Elementary and Chenpeng Village Primary School in China -- 2012 (likewise the recent years before) has been tumultuous throughout. As many expected, namely Christians, the world as we know it did not end. In regard to the Bible, I'm personally reminded of the seven seals. Seems the pale horse is riding, as hatred, greed, selfishness, and all manner of reckless abandon continues to metastasis throughout humanity -- trying to make its way into the heart of man.
I recall a quote I read recently in light of such events: a man by the name of Fred Rogers (1928-2003) once said, "When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, "Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping." Her words are profound in its simplicity. These are dark times. Yet, remember for every shadow formed there is light. Just as Jesus himself wept -- crying out in misery on the mount -- many mourn and ask God why. Even so, at the dusk of ages God has not forsaken us.
Last but not least, as 2012 comes to a close I'm humbly reminded of how precious life is. Each day I attempt to guide my own soul through Christ who strengthens me, resist negative influences, and not allow the blinding bitterness of evil to dumb me down, kill my spirit, and cast it's shadow in my wake. I pray for discernment and the courage it takes to seek higher ground. As cliche as it is, it really does begin with the man in the mirror. For those of us still here, our purpose is not complete. If we want to better our family, neighborhood, schools...let's strive to be the positive change we'd like to see in the world, next year, and years to come.
Casual Bloggers Anonymous
Ahem *clears throat* um, my name is Cheryl and in case anyone hadn't noticed (cry for attention) I haven't written in months. OK. All jokes aside, this 30-something chick is back into the throws of college pursuing a new career. So with all that entails...long story short, blogging has taken a backseat to the books...err, as in third row in the mini van to be exact. At times I've felt guilt (direct your attention to exhibit A) about being a card carrying member of Casual Bloggers Anonymous...and then there's that novel I've written a whopping 3 pages into...but I digress. Overall, my main goal is to finish school so that's where 90% of my focus lies these days. And who knows? I may even start a 'casual' blog about it! *wink wink* Meanwhile, I received an impeccably timed invitation to guest blog (I was hype) from one of my favorite bloggers! Tampa's own Clark Brooks is not only a darling but writes a witty blog guaranteed to start your day off with a laugh or two. Be sure to check him out, along with a few words from yours truly. Ridiculously inconsistent trickle of consciousness: Today's guest author: Cheryl Williams
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