There are many that become "Christed" or the spiritual "savior" of their respective bloodline. These people must rise up to raise the vibration of their chapters in order for the cosmic harmony to re- birth so- to- speak. Some use this Akashic connection for selfish purposes while others create a Garden for their Family.
THOSE THAT HAVE EARS LET OTHERS HEAR!
"Ears open eyes wide
Don't move unawares
Too many signs, symbols and fears
Too many years unaware
And now I stand here
My cup over- runneth
What I got now niggas want it
But you! You dont want it
Foot to the metal gun it
Now fast looks slow
Now stop mean go
All Yes No, no- no
It wasn't always peace at home
Or a meal too big to finish
Or a stash that stays replenished
Or fruits never diminished
Yet still I keep a grimace
I learned to hide my smiles
Since opposites attract
I speak violence out loud
I'm not the type for crowds
And though I may seem proud
I'm a humble man inside
Leviathan on the prowl,
but um Don't get it twisted
Like the flesh isn't my mistress
I got the key to the apartment
And I'm the only one that hit it
It's where I keep my weapons
Knock you Bless'n Blockers back
Feel the fire when I clap
From crown to ass crack-
-Bastarte vs Yacubians-
"For some strange reason, I get the feeling that I am the answer to a lot of peoples' problems."
I told my confidante.
"Should we move?"
He asked me seriously. I already knew he would become paranoid about it. I too suffered from dis- trust.
"No. This time I want to hear some of the questions."
He gave a knowing grunt. We never had to explain much to each other.
"They have no idea, do they?"
He smiled huge.
"Not a clue."
I said before leaving the bathroom.
What do you say to yourself in the morning? How much time do you take to treat yourself to silence? Or are you of those that fear the thoughts of their own mind or shrink from their own light? Who made you afraid of yourself? If only you could give half the praise to yourself that you give to others.... I can see your beauty clearly yet it remains a mystery to you. Don't you know attitude can change circumstance? I know you deserve many blessings yet unless you agree with me, your reception of your experiences will always be watered down. Satisfaction awaits those who WILL to be better and who don't fear rejection and ridicule.
Is it a song; A story; A kind act? Do people inspire you, or maybe animals? I've heard stories of inspiration and I've been moved by music. People have made positive and negative impressions on me and I spent a lot of time separating myself from those impressions, both positive and negative. How else can I find myself?
I've been inspired by the vastness of the seas and oceans, the majesty of mountains and monuments. I've also been inspired by some people's dedication to a cause or answering an emergency. In my inspiration I seen wisdom, for Inspiration is a spirit and a god to the muses. In the spirit of inspiration one sees the true nature of not only themselves but their own intentions.
PUGIO: "Why when I feel at the heights of my spiritual advancement am I tested by those closest to me? Is Awareness a bane to peace?"
"I shut myself away from the places I was most comfortable; I stayed away from those that I Known; I fought against convention and still, the spirit of restlessness follows me. The only reason I can fathom for this phenomenon is that positive and negative are constantly changing places and are in constant interaction with one another. There is no other way for me to explain calamity and tragedy."
"Jesus said; "give to Ceasar what is Ceaser's and give to God what is God's". One must walk a fine line between positive and negative to survive in this world. For positive is anything considered beneficial or helpful, while negative is considered anything that hinders or harms. The balance is to lose judgment so karma becomes obsolete."
Is there a difference between Lust and Desire? I am sure there is for, Lust is blind obsession with satisfaction while Desire is a focused obsession for a positive climax. We learn to Desire, over Lust, when we learn that Lust, though powerful, must suffer, for Time betrays the body. And Lust can only survive through the flesh.
Desire, is sustaining for it merges Mind, Emotion and Spirit in unison towards attainment of.... It is Faith. The 'Song of Solomon' is a testimony to a grand union with the universe. (He was wise to ask for Wisdom) Desire also is a Fruit that reproduces itself so hunger is always satisfied, though the need remains. It takes the tasting of many fruits to reach this side of the Garden.
Do not fear Experience for you limit the amount of fruit you are allowed to sample. The only sin is cruelty for all else is a search for an answer or a solution. We are children always no matter our war with arrogance.
There are many remedies for pain, most of them self- defeating. The reason for that is attachment. Pain is attachment and to un- attach or disassociate ones self from anything in order to avoid pain is to stunt ones own growth. Pain is a teacher, a motivator, and a healer.
Only those that are misguided or with selfish intentions cause pain to avoid it. Yet they suffer the most for evolution demands progress and Nature demands harmony. There is no progress or harmony in selfishness.
It is not a sacrifice to maintain the thought that one should be better than they were a moment ago, at all times.
I was watching my three year old son run through the grass, stopping occasionally to pluck up sunflowers and wishes. When he had a nice amount he would bring them to me. On one trip, I noticed a bug on one of the stems and blew it off the stem back into the grass. That's when I was hit with the sense that there were entities in the universe that seen humans as insignificant as I seen the bug. Maybe one day a young god plucking flowers might blow me from whatever root I'm attached to and change the course of my life.
Are we undesirable specks being blown around by the gods? I know we must forever be a slave and a victim to forces we don't understand and, truthfully, how far have we come? There's a serious imbalance between technology and virtue.
THOSE THAT HAVE EARS HELP OTHERS HEAR!
"Never break the heart of an Angel or offend one." Queen Mother Rain used to drill into my head.
"What if I'm the Angel being offended?" I asked one time. I heard it so much that I was forced to contemplate it, now I had to test it.
"You'll know when someone does something offensive to you and you're not offended. And you'll know when what other people thinsk and feels means something to you." She answered with a warm, knowing smile.
I didn't entirely know what she meant at the time, yet it sounded right. The way she told me, I would of felt like dirt for questioning her wisdom. I grew up respecting this woman and never seen her as poor though, as far as society was concerned, she was. Yet she gave in a way that made you feel like everything and like you needed nothing.
Queen Mother Rain was a neighborhood wise woman who all the locals knew and acknowledged. She had no relatives yet she was surrounded by family. I love her like I loved waking up. Yet she just asked me the strangest thing and her long ago advice just popped in my head.
How could this woman who gave so much of herself, to have nothing of physical value for herself, this woman who taught me to value and respect women, look me in the eyes and ask me to commit murder?-
Excerpt from "Hood Mothers" Coming soon from APPODION ARTS
Work: an activity where one gains financial compensation, or personal satisfaction in exchange for sacrifice or effort.
What do you work for? Do you put in work for your people or against them? And if so many "hustlers" put in work then why do so many die and go to prison broke? The Game is just that; A Game. One must trick themselves into believing that there is satisfaction in being morally destitute and socially ignorant. One must shun friendships and family ties to avoid vulnerability. It becomes a matter of "business nothing personal" and not many understand the power of a strategic alliance anymore. Partnerships are born on mistrust and with devious intentions and the ones that are not are still compromised for a "better deal". Communities will continue to be Con- munities until people want for others what they want for themselves.
Appodion ARTS presents;
"Vines from the GARDENS OF GOTHAM:
What is the infatuation with bitter fruit? To take on philosophies that one has not the integrity for? Is it common nature to limit oneself to one or another's vision? Imagination is just that; I, MAGE, I, NATION: Learn the status of your soul.
Clichés are great for expression yet not for a lifestyle. Too many like the sound of things NOT sound and act on them to non positive results. We watch those that came before us and yet we learn nothing of use, for we repeat the mistakes that we witness. I can see no evolution in that and if my words only reach one then I am accomplished.
Have you tended to your Garden lately? Have you planted anything new? It is said; "we sow before we reap", so, What we plant bears the fruit of our intent.
And how many seeds have you planted that have grown unattended?
Has your Garden gone wild and out of your control?
The smallest flower needs Attention, encouragement and joint effort to grow. When the Tree gives you clean air to breathe what do you give back to the Tree? Do you use the inspiration from your flowers or do you ignore their significance? If the first sin was forgiven then what are you paying for if not Nature seeking to get your Attention?
We must not be afraid to go into the depths of what we have grown and remove the weeds, the fruitless, and the poison fruits. The Cherubim will not hinder you for they have fled. For being ordered to keep you out they could not stop intent, and what was growing inside, from coming out. The fruit was no longer ripe enough to sustain anything but the trees with the foulest roots and treacherous weeds.
Now we are on our own though we can call for assistance on matters that are within certain boundaries. And it is a wise law that we must be on our own once we pass those boundaries, for mans' wisdom always leads to death or isolation.
Love has become a game of concepts. The definition changes and is defined by individual experience and/ or observation. Once a persons' concept of love is shattered, all of the negative, hard- life philosophies begin to take on meaning and prevalence.
How many men were rejected by a woman that sparked his emotional instincts only to abuse all women as a result?
How many women believed a mans' declarations only to become heart broken and a bitter man- eater?
The only way to measure this force called 'love' is through honest and thorough self- evaluation. Self- observance. Self- righteousness. There is power in wishing for a flower to reach the light the same way one wishes to survive an ordeal that seems bigger than themselves.
THOSE THAT HAVE EARS HELP OTHERS HEAR!
Vines from the GARDENS OF GOTHAM:
What is the purpose of fruit that looks good yet smells horrible and sounds ridiculous? What root drives these seeds to blossom terribly? And how do they survive when unproductive trees are supposed to die out? It is a mystery indeed and a wisdom greater than my own that has the answer. It is a miracle indeed when unfertile soil sprouts forth life or becomes sustenance for another. I take that to mean that all things have a purpose and confusion only comes through judgment. It is that fruit (judgment) that brings about and activates the madness of questioning God. We can ask our parents questions but is it fruitful to question them? I have observed that most pain is self- imposed and anything out of our power should not be a worry. Why help along your own defeat? The same way dark thoughts can be embraced so can productive. We are children born through a combination of Faith and Power. How long will you fight your Birthright?
THOSE THAT HAVE EARS HELP OTHERS HEAR!
Is it by folly or design that we become the things we judge?
A youth makes fun of the elderly not taking into account that one day he too will be elderly.
Children make fun of the people in church yet call on God as soon as they have a problem bigger than their knowledge to handle.
There are universal laws we all must adhere to and to ignore or go against them laws is to invite suffering. What are them laws and how do we sum them up to be understandable to all? I don't pretend to have that answer. I just do my part and pass along my knowledge and experience to those on a wavelength high enough to understand my wisdom. Am I smarter than other people? Yes. A lot. Am I better than other people? Not at all. For I know that there is power in being humble and that in the end we all return to that which spawned us. We are manifestations of all things and the more we observe, without judgment, the people, places, and situations around us the closer we come to finding our birthright.
THOSE THAT HAVE EARS HELP OTHERS HEAR!
"Death and Life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof."
Vines from the GARDENS OF GOTHAM:
"You are what you eat" takes on a whole new dimension when one realizes we have a spiritual digestive system as well as a physical one. "What goes around comes around" becomes a threat and a warning to those addicted to the folly of the ego. We are to be aware of the seeds we plant daily, for most will sprout and grow into manifestations beyond ones intentions. At some point one has to consume ones creation. It is Law, not Nature that wins that contest. And the only way to supersede Law is to avoid sin and judgment. Who can bear to avoid them vices? Virtue is hunted in this world and not many survive capture and assimilation, making a Hybrid of what was meant to be natural and untampered. Tame your words to tame your thoughts to spare the Karma coming.
THOSE THAT HAVE EARS HELP OTHERS HEAR!
Today I want to talk about investments. Some we make are good, and some are bad, based on our knowledge of the business of life. Some of us don't know our assets from our liabilities and our life is more complicated for our ignorance. The art of trade is lost when there is no Honor or Integrity in our daily dealings. When your product stands for nothing sound you chase away not only investors but customers as well and so your business fails. Our instincts are thrown off when we embrace hardlife philosophies and our aura sends the wrong message when we believe in negative prophecies. For this reason, many retire early, not happy with their accomplishments and leaving nothing but debt and bad Karma behind. If more people planned for their retirement instead of planning what to do from paycheck to paycheck, maybe immortality wouldn't be so far fetched a notion.
THOSE THAT HAVE EARS HELP OTHERS HEAR!
Vines from the GARDENS OF GOTHAM; What is your favorite fruit? Mine is a toss up between Honey dew Melon and Plums. Both are sweet and juicy, regardless of the complexion, and both leave the taste buds tantalized and satisfied. I am also fond of apples, peaches, and pears. A good peach can change ones attitude towards the day and a pear can cause a lust for leisure. Apples are sensuous in nature and suggestive. Very good for the imagination and getting the creative juices flowing. Don't you like pie? Grapes are only good to me as wine, and cherries.... I'll let you fill in the blanks on that one. I don't want to cross the line of sensuality over into vulgarity. Oh how I love strolling through this garden and enjoying the beauty My Father has planted! To place all the fruits together in one place would create an orgy of flavor and grant wisdom to those that partake. Why deny yourself satisfaction when the object of your affection knows it's position in nature? After the piercing of flesh, and the tasting of the meat, the seed is there to create a new harvest and a new feast. So I ask again; What is your favorite fruit?
THOSE THAT HAVE EARS HELP OTHERS HEAR!
At what point does advice become judgement? Is it the same point that chastisement becomes cruelty? We must ask ourselves these things in order to remain humble and unoffensive to others. For in order to set an example, we must first judge ourselves honestly and thoroughly. A deep look inside is hard for some people to take for the monsters they find are more powerful than their faith. Yet if your faith is secure you will find that these monsters only exist as a residue of an early conditioning in your life by friends, family, or your own imagination. There is a difference between a healthy fear and an unwarranted terror. In that difference lies your peace.
THOSE THAT HAVE EARS HELP OTHERS HEAR!
Vines From the GARDENS OF GOTHAM: The fruits of this city are many; some sweet, some still growing, some bitter. How to tell the difference without a taste or a touch is next to impossible unless one has sampled and experimented. Does the fruit exist that can quench the hunger of passion or the thirst for affection and spiritual sustenance? I've come to learn that the soil doesnt matter for all Gardens are capable of producing when plowed with Faith. Yet Faith needs both to indulge in order to join in otherwise there will be a rift that Nature can only fill through seperation. Is it my eyes or my words that make you believe? Or does my vibe penetrate your armor of skepticism and leave you vulnerable to thoughts of Romance? I know the value of my soul and so know the value of those that heed and those that don't. I am an overseer of many vines and I am more than capable of keeping away weeds and preserving the roots. If I accept your nature without question, why do you feel the need to figure me out? Did Man bite the apple or did The Apple bite Man? THOSE THAT HAVE EARS HELP OTHERS HEAR!
Money is not the only thing that has lost it's value. People have seemed to follow the trend right along with money. Our children are a reflection of this phenomenon. With women dominating the work force, who is at home with the kids? The baby daddies that stick around can't be an influence if they're at home and their spouse is doing the providing and making all the financial decisions. It has become common place for women to talk down to men, even in public, right in front of the children. The child will follow the mother's example for the mother is the 'natural' nurturer and the passer of lessons and knowledge to the children. The message these children are recieving now is a product of men not overcoming their own personal history. There has to be a time when a man takes responsibility for his family and rises to the challenges of life without succumbing to the will of those who want to see you broken. It is not a battle of the sexes but a battle of overcoming social inadequacies. We must regain our status as head of the household or become a victim to the weak philosophies we are being bombarded with. Those That Have Ears Help Others Hear!
As i fight back my pride and allow my common sense to take the place of my arrogance, I reach out to the caretakers of the garden of sensuos imagination. The Cherubum that test even the righteous and cause those that violate universal law much pain and suffering. I implore that my words reach your understanding hearts and that your spirit is moved by my intentions. I make no claims to be above any other human though I have knowledge of things most are afraid to explore or own up to. Hear the request of your servant for I walk a fine line giving to Ceasar what is Ceasar's and giving to God what is God's. I ask for protection for my Family in the event I fail at the task placed before me. Even though I can see that You cause even my enemies to assist me in their own destruction I know that I am just a piece to the puzzle of the Plan. Give me the wisdom to see the intentions of the serpents servants and the fortitude to maintain against whatever hourdes He sends at me. Those that trouble me have increased and I am certain you share my fustration and stand ready to assist me. My Faith is unwavering as the miracles you have performed in my life. Who would I be to doubt you when our existences our so bound together? I will not worry of the things of this world no longer so as to take the power away from the Bloodline of Destruction. Grant me the peace and Integrity Needed to win and teach others.
THOSE THAT HAVE EARS HELP OTHERS HEAR!
As I find myself going more and more inside myself I find the secrets of the universe unravelling. The one that brought me the most wonder and humbled me down to a speck was when I saw the nature of God and how it was manisfested in All things and All people. loneliness is a lie for our spiritual connection negates that feeling, for "nature abhors a vacuum". So we will find in our silence and meditations what we fail to see in our anxieties, depressions and restlessness. We are blessed when we want to deserve it and we are chosen once we embrace faith in our own existence and Integrity.
Those That Have Ears Help Others Hear!
Pugio: "At what point can a man consider himself mature? Is it when he truly understands Duty and Honor? Or is it defined through his Integrity? For there are many that claim many aspects of manhood yet live up to none of them, if I am to be the judge. I only make the claim to be Human. So that way any of the virtues I happen to disregard out of ignorance or fustration I would not have made any claims outside of myself that would bring a judgement that is unwarranted. My mistakes are not made to keep me in the past or in a spirit of discontentment. My Experiences are the door to my Spirituality and my connection to the wisdom of the spirits that walked this earth before me. Knowing this, no demon can use my sins against me for my sins dont exist except to those that see no benefit to my mistakes. They must learn from their own mistakes and find a way to love themselves for living instead of condemning themselves for existing.
THOSE THAT HAVE EARS HELP OTHERS HEAR!
Any similarity in character to anyone is entirely coincidental. This is a work of fiction. All rights reserved.
"Law doesn't take into effect individual situations, only social status."
"At any street corner the feeling of absurdity can strike any man in the face."
I see you could not stay away. Did I stir something deep within you? Primal- Drum beating- spiritual lust perhaps? Or did I remind you of who you are and had forgotten how to be? Either way it matters not and the fact that you are intelligent is the only way I know your submission is real. For how can a fool know what is involved? How else can instructions be under stood, maintained, or carried out? And what enjoyment is there in ruling a fool?
The fact that sometime you may curse your intelligence you are bound to me by it. I am the manifestation of what you want. I am the definition of who you need to be with. I am the entity that gives you purpose in exchange for your submission"¦.
Always in honor,
"The more they increased, the more they sinned against me; I will change their glory into shame."
Church poured coal into the barbecue pit until it filled halfway. He rolled up the remainder of the bag of coal and stuffed it into a large, black garbage bag. He smiled at the bound and gagged woman sitting in a beach chair, observing his movements from weary eyes. He picked up a bottle of lighter fluid from the lawn table and poured it over the coal liberally.
"Grace, you are just going too love my barbecue."
Church addressed her while placing the lighter fluid back on the table. He walked over to her and gave her an exaggerated kiss on her forehead, making a loud smacking sound with his lips. Grace stared up at him, many emotions passing through her eyes. She was forced to watch as Church murdered her husband, whose body she could still see floating in the pool. Jeff, her newly deceased husband, was preparing a romantic backyard barbecue while the baby was asleep. Then Church interrupted, waving a silenced pistol at both of them. After tying them up and gagging them, he cut Jeff's throat and threw his body into the pool. Tears poured out of Grace's eyes and she suffered more because she knew it was all her fault. Her history had caught up to her. Her husband was dead and she would be dead soon as well. She just hoped it would be fast and that he would not harm her child.
The sounds of Church placing the grate over the pit brought Grace's mind back to the present. Church was dusting off his hands, and he smiled when he noticed her attention on him. He walked towards her then kept going past until she heard the glass doors to the back of the house open and close. Grace started to shake as something cold touched her spirit. "˜Please don't hurt my baby' she chanted in her mind. She was finally realizing that the things she did to get ahead in life had all come for their due at the same time. Her family wasn't supposed to have anything to do with her sins, she thought.
Grace grew up hard on the streets of Brownsville, Brooklyn. Her father was a lifer in prison and her mother was too much of a "˜realist'. She taught Grace to be an opportunist, a capitalist, and a thief. Armed with her mother's philosophy, and the skills of a veteran snake, she set fire to the streets. Grace robbed, set up drug dealers, prostituted, sold drugs, boosted, and did credit scams all by the age of nineteen. People became hip to grace and respected her hustle yet they knew not to let her close. Then her and Church crossed paths and he fell hard for her instantly, and Grace knew it.
She seduced him, played the part of his wife, reaped the rewards, and bided her time. It wasn't long before Grace knew all his moves and where, and how much, was coming in. After a little over a year, she set him up for a bust with the narcotics Task force. Once Church was behind bars, Grace would learn that Church was worth a whole lot more than she thought she knew. The hundred and something thousand they had in the house was what kept his thing going. Even though he had an attorney on retainer, he knew that he was a persistent felon and was facing a mandatory twenty- five years to life. He had no one else to trust or no other family except Grace. He told her about his stash apartment and gave her the combination to the safe. Once she opened the safe Grace almost fainted at the sight of all the money. She spent half a day counting it twice and was just as astonished the second time to discover that she scored six hundred and fifty thousand. Church used to tell her that he had a future planned and that she was a part of it. She thought he was just talking being that she was taught to believe everybody had "Game". Grace packed the money in a suitcase, went to the house for her jewelry and the other money, and skipped town. She ended up in Ohio, where she met a square named Jeff. She worked her charms on him and he fell in love instantly. Grace accepted his marriage proposal to partially modify her name, just in case, even though she thought church would be too old to do anything to her if they did ever see each other again. So she lived off of Jeff's money, which was more than modest with him being a well sought after investment broker. Grace kept her money put away in case of emergency and built a new life with her husband. She never so much as wondered what happened with Church's case or cared. Now ten years later Karma came to claim her dues.
Grace jerked when she heard her one year old son crying. She could hear Church shushing her child and baby- talking to him. Church came to stand in front of her with her son, Kevin, in his arms.
"See Mommy?" He cooed to the one year old.
Church smiled at Grace and in that smile she saw pain, hate, and madness. She knew in her heart, at that moment, that her son would not live. She whimpered and fresh tears fell off her face. Grace pleaded for her child's life with her eyes. Her helplessness and surrender only served to excite Church.
"Stop crying kid. It's almost over." Church said in the voice of an old Italian mobster depicted in the movies.
He carried little Kevin over to the barbecue pit and tied him to the spit length- wise. He made sure the child was tied securely, hands and feet, and gave the spit a few practice turns to ensure the body would rotate properly. Grace went wild when she first noticed Church's intentions for her son and fell over with the beach chair onto the deck.
"Come on gal," Church walked to her, affecting a Jamaican accent. "Ya haffa be still and pay attention. I man a learn ya something."
Church picked her and the chair up off the deck, against her struggles, and sat her upright again. Once he had the chair steady and checked the binds, he reared back his arm and slapped her into unconsciousness for more than a few seconds. The world came back in a fuzzy black and white before her brain upgraded back to color.
"Do not make me have to pick you up again." He threatened through gritted teeth. He then gripped her jaw and put his face to hers. Nose to nose. "Do you understand me?" Church asked in a low dangerous tone. Grace tried to nod her head but his hand prevented it. Church released her face and
JERMAINE D. REYNOLDS for M.O.V.E. (MindOverViolentEmotions) APPODION ARTS
Is there an art to growing up? Is there truly a defining line between nature and nurture? Some people raised me and most treated me as if I already knew what to do in life. As if 'Common Sense' was enough to guarantee success and happiness. Usually when a child asks a question it's because they really want to know either out of curiosity or an attempt to make sense of an obscure part of life. So why, on the lower social levels, are we forced to find answers outside of our communities? How are we supposed to respect elders with little knowledge and warped wisdom? Are we 'nurtured' into eventually turning our backs on our past or are we to be convinced it's our 'nature' to be contrary? Those that have ears let them hear!
JERMAINE D. REYNOLDS for M.O.V.E. (MindOverViolentEmotions) APPODION ARTS
We can find ourselves so used to feeling bad that to feel good becomes the disease. As ones vibration begins to speed up to a higher frequency one must repass all that was passed during the fall. Salvation is consciously reliving certain traumas until it able to be done objectively and then Wisdom is granted. At this juncture a choice is made to embrace Grace or bitterness. Our intentions gain power either way and we are sustained by the fruit we choose to partake. Those that have ears help others hear!
Thanks for your attention.
Is it strange for me to say that everyone's relationship with God is personal? And that being the case I should not be jugded for calling my God a comedian. My life has been an amusing one even in pain or calamity. Agony is my gravity so I've learned to be humble on any social level. So I laugh at Murphy for our laws don't coincide even Pryor to the time I was Clay. (Haha) Maybley if Letterman had looser pants Rudy and Ray would know Moore:) I would love for all my people to be as close as Moses to the Exodus but the Brass Bull has too much pull. How can towers of flames and parting seas stand up to that? Blasphemy and I'll blast for you, huh? Hip hopcrosy for real! I'm babbling though, I think. Thanks for your attention.:)
"How many could or would believe what I have seen and been shown in this world? The mystery of things revealed to me that others are reluctant to ponder? I have no reservations except to not offend Karma, for what other entity can undo me? For what I thought were indignities were only experiences assisting in the ripening of my soul. For I have kissed Eternity and danced with Immortality. I take walks with Akasha frequently and the spirits assist me without cost. I am blessed."
"Yet for all my spiritual abundance I am a magnet for the under- developed souls who are at constant odds with their merge to the flesh. I understand Trauma, subtle and blatant, and have become by nature a counselor to many. I am often misunderstood because of my understanding but the balance is a life vast and full of experience awake and at rest. My world is one sensitive to the 'pockets of emotion' left by my ancestors. I have experienced their pain and traumas, their losses and achievements. I have found the cup of the foundation of my bloodline."
"Yet there is a sinister that aware of 'moments of illumination' and that seeks to dim such awakenings. This source has our 'other' interests at heart. The Judgement is at hand all the time for each moment is a choice, or for most, a reaction, making us all victims of Karma. Who can escape except possibly one with no intention. Do you know of any? I thought myself one and found that to have no intention is to want nothing. And I have discovered that I have wants. Do you? Welcome to humanity!" Peace.
Anguish: "Oh Puugiiooo! Do you think ignoring me means I don't exist? Your naivete inspires me. I am excited to know that you are still vulnerable. Faith shall always have a flaw. Will you bargain with me now? I'll even allow you you're soul long as you are by my side in my endeavors. Your calls for a better judge are distorted. Only I can be your comfort and my favor costs only your intention. Embrace the suggestion when it comes and don't ignore that you deserve this. In the depths, you know, we are similar in intention. In your choice will be the awakening of the realization of the status of your soul. Eternity is drenched in flames my friend! That is the light for you. I know the way for I layed the path. Quit putting stock in virtue. Love will cost you all! Yet vengeance shall vindicate you. Do not stay your hand any longer. RELEASE! So the gates can be opened and I will assist you. We will impose our will together...."
(Excerpt from: "Grudges from the Garden"
"Love is grand and expansive and enduring. How can it belong to one exclusively? Does God only answer the prayers of one?
We have Emotions and we have Attributes. Emotions are the fuel and foundation of our attributes. That is how our intentions are expressed.
Our intentions are our psychic stamp on the Akashic Timeline. It is here we are "naked" to each other and we are held accountable for the "fruits" we digest. Thoughts and tongue are the vehicles on this plane. Both must be guarded, nurtured, and maintained.
If you had to write a song to yourself would you like it? Are you a wallflower at your own party? Once it is understood that Love is an energy and not an emotion the heights of transformation will know no bounds. Peace.
JERMAINE D. REYNOLDS is the Creator and Founder of M.O.V.E. (MindOverViolentEmotions) in conjunction with S.E.L.F. (Soul'sEnergyLiesinFreedom) two psycho/ spiritual movements geared towards self observation explored and expressed through Art and Trauma.
As Human Beings we are born into decisions made under duress or we are made compliant to one coercion or another. The 'herd mentality is an acknowledgement of our natural spiritual connection to one another. A connection that has been misled and misinformed over time. The only true independence is in Intentions with Integrity and the ceasing of Desiring the possessions of another.
We all have Talents or 'forms of expression'. Some are able to voice theirs in Life and some are not. The choice is in Will over Circumstance. Or Cultivation of Community.
Spirituality is the expression and studying of 'Soul Principles'. All answers are within and are activated by experience or choices made in the heights of intention.
Our workshops are an intense yet relaxed study of our choices made in the face of the worlds intentions. We believe all Humanity has right to the information needed to make proper choices and that the 'Social Contract' must be honored.
M.O.V.E.(MindOverViolentEmotions) Jermaine D. Reynolds, Founder
"The hardest part of personal evolution is remembering and recognizing the traumas in our life. A lot of our personal history is kept from us by (1) people that feel/ think they have our best interest at heart (2) our own mind. It is a fact that fight or flight also pertains to internal threats as well. We forget or re- arrange reality in order to make ourselves comfortable.
In effect we must maintain reality by reminding each other of "significant events" while maintaining a healthy "personal reality" that insists on moral integrity. That is the way of evolution and Manifest Destiny that seems to be lossed in our selfish intentions. Community must Commune and Communicate in order to repair all Families. Peace.
9 As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Abide in my love. 10 If you keep my commandments, you will abide in my love, just as I have kept my Father's commandments and abide in his love. 11 These things I have spoken to you, that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be full.
Being Spiritual does not mean one has to lose ones sense of humor or love for life. "Give to Ceased what is Ceaser's and give to God what is Gods" We are an accumulation of manisfestions, past and present, and we suffer from deja vu and lucid repeats due to our restlessness and fear of illumination. I met a lot of multi talented people afraid of success or that had a voice for the wrong reasons. The manifestation of spirit is the declaration of command and responsibility of ones own soul. We are blessed and chosen if you accept. Those that have ears let them hear! - Rev. Waters Speaks -
A smile for the morning commuters:
An old lady goes into a grocery store and asks the store owner for a bag of fresh tomatoes. The store owner informs the lady that he is fresh out of tomatoes and doesn't know when the next shipment will come. She leaves the store only to return the next day to request a bag tomatoes again. Again the man informed her that he had no tomatoes. For the rest of the week the lady came back and the store owner kept informing her that they had no tomatoes. By the end of the week the store owner decided to impress the message to the lady.
"If you take the blue out of blueberry what would you have?" He asked the lady.
"You would have berry." The old lady answered.
"If you take the berry out of strawberry what would you have?" He asked again.
"Straw. You would have straw." The lady answered.
"So, if you took the Fuck out of tomatoes what would you have?"
"There is no Fuck in Tomatoes." The lady answered indignately.
"That's what I been trying to tell your ass all week!" He concluded.
Pockets of Emotion: A Thesis:
There are places of power in the world that are an accumulation of bursts of emotional experiences. When we come in contact with these pockets we either become influenced or inspired, strengthened or weakened depending on the spiritual mindset of the individual. These pockets hold history of mental and spiritual battles fought by others before us. People also carry these pockets of emotion and can cause reactions and changes in others. People, places, and things all hold the stamp of emotional history and can overcome the spiritually unaware. Shamanism has hinted at this phenomenon. Doors to other realities are accessible at these points. What we sometimes mistake for spiritual attacks are nothing more than psychic hieroglyphs that hold a message whether it be a warning or an enlightenment. The answer lies in experimenting with evolutionary concepts and the sharing of these experiences in the spirit of advancement. Thanks for your attention.
Jermaine D. Reynolds
Coming soon: M.O.V.E. (Mind Over Violent Emotions) ran by Reverend Reynolds, an observer and common victim of life. There are many shadows on our heritage as Black Caribs that we must clear away in order to develop a racial identity that consists of Understanding, Clarity, and Dignity. We are all victims of trauma and it is imprinted on our DNA and it is in our dreams. We all see the madness that we share and instead of expressing it we react to it in negative ways that not only destroy those we should be enforcing but setting ourselves up to be victims to those that have no interest in our advancement or evolution. I plan to begin a ministry program designed towards the reform of prisoners and the reestabling the family ties broken by biased laws that have impeded the advancement of such. The root of this mad engine of a cycle of resentment and restlessness is none other than violent emotions. These emotions are ignited by trauma and fueled by implanted resentments aimed at the socially destitute. I have met many that share this message and I want to use M.O.V.E. as a platform and a foundation to bring us together. I know it will be a struggle but I'm more than sure I am not alone in my quest for inner peace and family structure. I may or may not be judged for my past in the minds of men and I am prepared to face them judgements if it means my people will have a chance at evolution. A chance at future without the stress of a threat from one of their own kind. I thank you for your attention and would gladly accept all positive feedback and reflect on the negative feedback. Virtue is a willingness to change and a willingness to accept change in others. Peace. Jermaine D. Reynolds
I love writing and sharing my mind with you all but life is awkward for me right now. Your support towards what I am building will be appreciated even if it is only a dollar. The only way for there to be any kind of prosperity we must recognize and assist those that need. Even if it is information. I would rather be taught to fish than be fed a sandwich:) Thanks for listening and may you have a balanced day.
Grudges from the Garden:
Pugio: "Away from me Satan! You have no hold on me for you deceive yourself by your own illogical. For how can you make ME an offer or a choice? I am in control of my will and will not bend. I choose the fruits of Reason, and Hope and Truth. This Little Light of Mine has has exceeded my thinking my breathing oh so over you heathens! Are you mad I'm believing? Cast aside your misery and restlessness and dance with me. There is a song I know all need to hear....
There is a trauma produced through music that is causing a strange and dangerous trend that is molesting the world. The lyrics children are spewing out of their mouths are so vulgar and sensual that rape has multiplied substancialy. People are tearing themselves apart in an attempt to produce sensation. It is in you. And around you. There is no rush. Take time. You will be fulfilled. There is a place and a time for you if you are patient. Why reduce yourself? You are loved if you want to be. The choice is a thought and a memory away. Use what you have been given. See your light and know that it is there. You will be fine. now breathe and know that your will is the only law that exists. You are privy to the everlasting fountain of nostalgia. Enjoy your muses. The mind is sometimes the best place of entertainment. The arena of sensual imagination. Be at peace.
In this astral world of lovers, no ones above us, we can build castles and planets but we the wonders, we thunder, guarding the treasure no one can plunder, flashbacks of our potential, all the essentials, monumental, are you feeling me baby?
Wisdom °; "We can smoke lye, right under the moonlight, get our minds right while I set your heart right, we can have a hell of a night life, a taste of forbidden fruit temptation is ripe, and my type, cavalier, throwback gentleman, hold doors and pull chairs, whisper words of sentiment, to open up your mind and take you back to the essence, to see life more clear, I'm on point with its lessons, let's fly! Baby unfold your wings, let your spirit shine, through the power of exstacy, I can see in your mind, and your heart, and your soul, I know who you are.... What's life without a little passion, a little risque, a little burning and crashing? Let's ride. I can tell by your actions, you're feeling the attraction, you're inhibitions subtracting, your fly! I can feel your energy, we can freeze all time, through the power of extasy, I can see in your mind, and your heart, and your soul, I know who you are....(Ode to my Wife)
While walking through my mind
I stumbled over thoughts that weren't mine
I fell face first into garbage placed in my mind by others over time
My beliefs aren't mine, they're not even real
An illusionist trap to lock my mind in steel
When I steal its because I was convinced I was hungry
I'm not balanced, I love who hates me and hates who loves me
Its funny, before I ever sinned I felt shame
I'm not cold as I act its just prevention from pain
My life, trying to seduce a celibate destiny
Embracing fruitless passions not really meant for me
Its strange the things I tricked myself to believe
I guess all the tricks of others put some tricks up my sleeve
Sometimes I grieve for all the pure minds that were murdered
Everyday I bear witness to the psychological slaughter
Its all a lie, this world, the quest for status and name
Like a war to prove religion we create our own pain
On this plane I go against the grain to conquer my pain
What I crave is to live free and let others reign
Its like rain all the tears that I've seen in my lifetime
Born a bastard to a bitter moms a hell bound bloodline
This karma it ain't mine
This life it ain't mine
I'm suspicious in a jungle of wishes that ain't mine
I try to find the truth in a maze of sadness
In my mind where the biggest obstacle is madness....
Who got Answers?
Trapped in these four walls, am I another victim in this cold war? If our beef is with them homie, what you grilling me for? I'm punching the walls screaming, asking why me Lord? Are you bored? What did I do to make you so sore? Made a promise in your book that I'd inherit this shit, but everyday I gotta hustle scuffle throwing them bricks, man I'm tired of this shit! When a nigga gonna find peace, popping my piece, losing myself smoking trees, getting chickenheads drunk tryna cop me a piece, trying to keep this brief but there's a lot on my mind, getting hard to express vetting hard to define, I just hope it will make sense down the line, be fruitful and multiply that's what you said, but Aids is out here I can't make babies getting head or jerking off in my bed, I'm going mad trynna figure, if I'm part of the chosen why am I shackled and called a nigga? I'm just sipping this liquor and trying to reflect, should I stand on this chair and put this rope on my neck? Nah I ain't gonna do that, my time will come naturally, but when I die I wonder will all this shit come after me? Is there an escape? Show me the way and I'll be leaving, I got strong impression that God, you're a comedian....
Grudges from the Garden: ANGUIS: "How does the taste of the fruit of Rejection taste to you? What image must I bear to bring you to reason? Do you believe you are the only one to feel the cruel whisper of the world that you are damned? Do you not know your suffering is multiplied by your virtue for the time of virtue is over? The song of heroes is the song of fools. Honor is lost in the haze of distraction and self indulgence; don't you feel the press of time? You cling to hope and speak of faith as if you are better! Fool! Suffer in your "self righteous poverty! Lust for Love and chase that bitter taste of resentment and see the world smirk at your naivete. I can see you are close to broken. I have suggestions for you if you are willing to obey without question or doubt of my instruction. Are you game? Answer me! Or I too will abandon you to your disblief of the status of your soul...." To be continued;)
PhiliaHubris: Love for Pride
When a lifes' accumulated knowledge begins to crystallize the spiritual side effects can be frightening and maddening. Reality changes before ones eyes, tones become more important than words, and all one was taught is figured to be a lie. The ritual is simple and the conundrum is in the telling. In its simplicity the loose revealing would be a blasphemy and would set progress back instead of forward. It is a matter of Experience, Intention, and Understanding. Spend time with them three to find the key. Then we would never be seperated. My sensitivity confuses many for what can a man know of emotion? Besides anger and brutality what else can I Emote? How little you know of me and oh so much you shall discover if you care. My fruits are abundant and nourishing. You may gain Grace and Sensuality if you over indulge.A taste will surely change your perspective. Or are you afraid to once again; IMAGINE?
Dear wayward Daughter,
Where do I begin when there is so much Time between us? How do I reach you when my feelings for you are tampered with before they can ever touch you? How could you know that just the thought of you were the only thing keeping me alive against impossible odds in a hostile environment? Do you know the depth of that alone? You were dreamt of long before seed touched egg. You won that race with my urging. Your fire is evidence that your emotions recognize me. Your resentment only means to me you are reaching out so why do you hide from my embrace? I am learning daily how to be human please do not judge me above my standing. I do not claim to be the dominant knowledge on Love yet there is no other description for the fierce, burning compulsion to get across to you that your specialness comes from in appreciation of the stock you come from. If you cannot appreciate me then I apologize for stunting your growth and for living up to the image implanted in you of me. And if that is the case I resent the caretaker of the garden for allowing you to taste such bitter fruits so young for any true parent would spare their child that. I admit to that failure. I cannot own to the present when my doors are open and my walls are down to you and you take that opportunity to wound me. I am still a soldier of Life and will not take such assaults lightly. Empathy and forgiveness are my passion and forevermore you are mine. What you do with that knowledge and declaration will be the measure of the woman you become.. I love you.
Oh Miss Naïve,
You look fine, I must admit, at first glance. That is until you reveal the taint of the bitter fruit you have tasted with your twisted lips and rolling eyes. Do I remind you of one who has hurt you? Or do I attract you so much that you are afraid to fall again just to have to roll your eyes at another? One relationship does not validate another and shame on you to think so. Are you afraid to be revolutionary? My heart tells me things the world tells me is wrong, who am I to believe? Why must there be so much blasphemy against our satisfaction? We must join together in this battle against dis- satisfaction. It would be folly to have at it alone when we agree on the matter. Or have you grown such a fondness for your bitter garden that you refuse to allow me to oil your creaky gates? At least allow me to give you this service in an effort to help you give life back to your fruits. In that way, my duty and yours, to Nature will be fulfilled. I know the dance to Solomon's song well and the perfumed garden is written on my heart. I will not judge you for if love could not find a place in the heart of a sinner what hope would there be for any of us? That is a dimension I do not want to contemplate or give myself to its attention. Why do you have a familiarity there? What lesson was so harsh that you decided Not to be human? Who told you Nature could be tampered with and there would be no repercussions? Find yourself woman! Smile and believe and you will see a difference in man once you change yourself.
Response to Pugio; "Grudge from the Garden": "There are many grudges from the Garden. Do you imagine a God is above resentment? When people who have made many mistakes judge another for their mistakes it can give birth to resentment in a man. Can you even begin to measure my wrath? Why do you test my tolerance? I have given birth to Life, Death and Sin so you may find Love and Honor. Don't mock me. My message is clear and your denial and confusion is only a weak shield to the truth. I have excused your iniquities. I have given you high regard among people of standing. It is your pride that has damaged you. If you had studied the Amoeba you would possibly grasp one of the concepts of Family. If you walked and lived with a wild pack of animals maybe you could grasp friendship and glimpse at a bond. Your soul grumbles from the invasion of the Spirit of Discontent. How long have you killed off the creative in order to advance the cold practical drone of unreasonness? You have returned my Love with Cruelty. My Empathy you have mistaken for Wickedness due to concentrated Ignorance and Indifference. Is there anyone who deserves my Kindness? Is there not One who can Appreciate it? You have made a Mockery of My Attributes and a game of My Laws. You have sold what I have given you and so now you are cut off from the Rapture of my Principles. You tell me I have sinned yet who are you to make that Claim? You think your Judgement gives you strength when it really makes you weak and arrogant with no foundation".- to be continued....
Radix: "A funny thing about the mind; Many people long distances away who never met can have the same thought at the same time. I believe the schools should teach about Akashic and other mental/ spiritual connections between humans."
Aspasia: "That would be a grand ideal if there weren't so much ego in the world. Too many peoplewant to own or rule over another."
Radix: "The ideal is not for those types. It is for those holding out on the bartering of their soul cause they sense or see a bigger picture. It is for those who practice and meditate on virtue as well as respect their fellow man whether it is reciprocated or not."
Aspasia: "Ahh. So you're not looking for a very large audience then. The Serpent has done quite a job on the mind and spirit of man."
Radix: "Too true! Yet I hold fast to hope for if it were so easy for me to let go I fear chaos would take the world."
Aspasia: "So you're insinuating humanity can be saved on the faith of one man?"
Radix: "Can a relationship prosper off of the love of only one? No! I speak on the value of my own soul and all I can do for humanity is be an example and an option other than ignorance or indifference. And if i meet one who holds dear this principle besides myself I can truly call it a blessing! That is why I strive."
Aspasia: "Well I shall strive not to disappoint you. Tell me of your experiences! Share your heart and mind with me and I vow to never betray or judge your ideals. Test me if you must!"
Radix: "Anyone familiar with a problem knows the solution. It is not for me to test you but for you not to test or doubt me in your boredom with peace. For that is what I offer; Peace, progress, and a glimpse at the garden. Are you prepared for prosperity?"
Aspasia: "That is my birthright, is it not?"
To be continued: Bastarte Baalione
7 For I will restore health unto thee, and I will heal thee of thy wounds, saith the LORD; because they called thee an Outcast, saying, This is Zion, whom no man seeketh after.
"I am wiping the dust off my feet to this place." Pugio thought to himself as he boarded the ferry from Staten Island to Manhattan. He could feel the emptiness creeping up on him with its cold and vast infinity. As always when this happened, Anguis would come, preaching that cruel sensual imagination. Where Life, Death, and Reality all changed their properties and joined together into a Noirotic dance both brutal and intimate. "Your wrath is justified, my son." Anguish told Pugio. "You are not my Father." Pugio told Anguis authoritively. "You know that is a lie the same as I." Anguis quipped. "I was there THAT night too. Mother Nature is a whore!" He roared in laughter, dancing in and out of Pugio's subconscious, lusting on his soul. "Father! You must arm me against this enticer, who makes deals with my inner sadist in the shadows of my being! Why do my attributes betray me? Am I doomed to wanting your ideal while succumbing to my Megolomania? Am I to believe you too are a Sadist whose satisfaction is in observing until the point of chaos then chastising? Did you give me a mind to know in order to gain more satisfaction for yourself? Answer me or excuse my wrath and stay silent when I take the chains off the gates better left closed!" To be continued....next week;) Bastarte Baalione.
Happy Holidays Everyone! As always I am in pursuit of a peace of mind, prosperity, and all of the internal rewards! This is the time of year where there is more reflection for some and high stress for others. In either case you are not exempt from blessings. There is something for you it just might not be where you are at. Believe! Get up! Now go get your blessing ! (Hope this helps) Enjoy your weekend:)
I remember I had a dream that I was in church. The people were riled up and there was testimony after testimony about the goodness of God and unforeseen blessings. Then a man walked into the church that immediately grabbed everyone's attention. There was a strong aura about him and reality seemed to change wherever he walked. A hush came over the church as he walked directly to the front where the elders of the church sat. The pastor moved aside as the man took the podium. "My brothers and sisters I have returned to you as my father has promised! Today your rejoicing will never end! I have come for you first to help in the gathering!"
There was a stunned silence before statements of incredulousness and anger directed at the self proclaimed messiah. His aura brightened, and he spoke once again. "My brothers and sisters! Where has the faith you were just exhibiting gone so swiftly? Is this not the day you have prepared for?" Members of the congregation went to get violent with him and were stopped by the elders. The elders convinced the congregation to give the man a chance to prove himself, for the Bible warned of false prophets. The man lifted his hands and fresh, beautiful vines of fruit began to come out of the walls and floor of the church. The people went into a panic and ran the elders over getting to the man. They tore his clothes, beat and mocked him. They constructed a crude cross and crucified him. He looked into my eyes while he hanged and bled and said; "Now do you see why I take so long to come back?"
The great spirits of Unrighteousness and Discontent are forever at my heels. I am forever vigilant and refuse to believe that others are not seeing what I am seeing and wish to come together. The platform is here. I can do it alone if I must but that would be sin against time. You are needed to advance a message a long time avoided. Philosophy is needed now more than ever and you know this too. I will never apologize for being human. On guard!
I feel the hand of God moving the People, Places, and Things I need into position in my life. My Faith in my Dream is unwavering and I thank and appreciate all those that are still receptive to humanity. Angel Investors! Where you at?!
I remain faithful that the vision of APPODION ARTS is a direct spiritual message. I know that once you read just one story(noirotica.yolasite.com) or listen to one song (Mr.Reynolds- Webstarlive.com and Sound cloud) you will see what I see....
Where's the philanthropy New York? We are losing our personality to other cities because we dont support each other like we used to. All these beautiful people that dont know they're beautiful anymore, the lack of Hope and Broadway Dreams, is due to a blatant callousness on the part of those that have been hurt. Newsflash!: We've all been hurt. We all have a story or a struggle to tell. Use your position to change the level of pain in the world not revel in watching what you know you can stop. Help me help others. The Appodion platform is a way to help people organize themselves through Art and Talent. Wouldnt you like a favor or a friend?
Its hard having a Dream that's more like a vision that will not let me sleep. I have been alive for a long time yet I just started "living" some years ago. I re educated myself, looked deep inside myself, and now I am ready to use your donation to build on my vision and create an avenue for those with limited options such as myself.... "Through my pain I maintain Faith in God and a belief that humanity still exists.
www.noirotica.yolasite.com I offer "Free" stories as a sample of what I have to offer as a writer. On Sound cloud and Webstarlive.com I have music under the names Mr.Reynolds and Bastarte Baalione. Plays and screenplays as well as a spokes model search will all be under way. We are creating a new avenue for talent with no options, resources, or a voice. Your support makes this possible.
My name is Jermaine D. Reynolds. I am currently in financial debt due to going to school while homeless in order to better my situation. i have a solid business plan that is being over- looked due to my destitute social status. I am asking for the assistance of the people to aid me in clearing up my debt so i can establish my own self- publishing in order to provide jobs and opportunuties for others. Thanks for your attention.
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