Being
diagnosed in 1996 as bipolar has felt like a noose around my neck, yet another
bad label. I’m black, I’m a female, a survivor of molestation and the tip of
the iceberg mentally ill too? Goddess, what the fuck were you thinking dealing
me this shitty ass hand of cards of life and telling me I was going to make rum
and Cherry Coke (good drink)? I swear to you I turned to my Higher Power and
cursed that Big Bad Bitch out. No lie, I had no problem at the time because I barely
believed She was real. Then Goddess showed me what the world could be if I was
willing to accept the responsibility. I whispered sorry, tucked tail and got on
with living a new miserable level of life.
Today,
I think Can’t is a four letter word. There is no impossible, only possible.
When you break down that sentence you get told twice there are only
possibilities. Some things just have yet to be dreamed up or at the time when
they come from the mind, the technology didn’t exist. How else do you explain
the similarities between Star Trek’s universe and now? Cell phones,
communicators, even the damn tablets the doctors on the show used. Higher
Power, Universe, Goddess, God, Allah, Budda. They don’t care what you call It,
but you know what It is.
It’s
that friend that calls you on the phone when you’re feeling blue. It’s the
twenty bucks forgotten that you find in the coat pocket. It’s a child’s laugh.
It’s the sunrise, the bird songs. The music, the dance, the writing, basically whatever
in your mind that is generally labelled GOOD. You know how I know? All you have
to do is drop an ‘O’ out of the word to see GOD. Or maybe you label it EVIL, ever spell it backwards and read LIVE? I've got my condo in Hell all picked out. I know I'm going there, besides, it's where I want to go. Heaven sounds boring to me.
It’s
living that’s so damn hard that makes a person forget that they were born to
change the world. They were born to make the world a better place. Each and
every soul on the planet can and should make that statement and know it to be
true. A person should be able to say it into a mirror out loud until they believe
it to be true again. You’ll feel better about yourself, I promise once you know
It to be true.
Children
do it easier than adults. When you have a conversation about a child and talk
about that kid’s potential, you’re talking about Higher Power, Lower Power, Sideways Power, Upside, side-step, do the hustle OH, no, I mean yes, accept no substitutions POWER. It’s so much
easier to see It in children, because they’ve been hanging out with the
Almighty recently. But what people seem to forget so easily is, that we are all
Children of Goddess, Mother Earth, God, Buddha, Allah, Universe, Whomever, Whatever, your
Deity is, and trust me when I say, SHE loves us all the same, no matter our beliefs, even Atheist. In other words, the One True Power believes in you even when you don't believe in Them.
Know
and claim your soul brother, JC (Jesus Christ, Mahammad, Buddha whatever you
call the part of Higher Power who made the sacrifice for your sins). Ever not
had enough money in your pocket to buy food? No, well consider yourself lucky.
Yes, did you go hungry or get fed? Wow, you mean our Higher Power never asked
you to starve to death? Sounds like a blessing for you.
The Almighty didn’t put on your shoulders to be killed in a concentration camp, gunned down by a cop because of the color of your skin? Sounds like an amazing life to me. Weren't you asked to fight a War for resources that reside in someone else's territory because your leader wants them, even if your leader doesn't need them? Now wait just a minute, you mean to tell me you are not living in a country where getting an education is close to impossible and you are oppressed because of your gender? And you are not living in a country where being gay is a death sentence? I’m so shaking my damn head.
Did you know the computer was invented by a gay man? Where the hell would I write if he’d never lived up to his potential? Those that die brutally, violently, in horrific, macabre ways, are your soul siblings in my opinion. They are JC (Jesus Christ in your own bible of a story). Goddess’s Children die every single day, wishing it could have been from old age instead of someone else’s sin.
The Almighty didn’t put on your shoulders to be killed in a concentration camp, gunned down by a cop because of the color of your skin? Sounds like an amazing life to me. Weren't you asked to fight a War for resources that reside in someone else's territory because your leader wants them, even if your leader doesn't need them? Now wait just a minute, you mean to tell me you are not living in a country where getting an education is close to impossible and you are oppressed because of your gender? And you are not living in a country where being gay is a death sentence? I’m so shaking my damn head.
Did you know the computer was invented by a gay man? Where the hell would I write if he’d never lived up to his potential? Those that die brutally, violently, in horrific, macabre ways, are your soul siblings in my opinion. They are JC (Jesus Christ in your own bible of a story). Goddess’s Children die every single day, wishing it could have been from old age instead of someone else’s sin.
And another thing, did the
struggles in your life include being molested as a child? That one
She placed on me. I told the Bitch I didn’t like it because she made me deal
with it more than once. By the time I was seven, I’d learned to play
hide-and-seek like no one else I knew. I was so good at it, I was never
molested again.
Most people tell me that wasn't my fault, it was the sickos who decided it was a good idea to do. True and False. We share the blame. I was too small, uninformed to do anything about it at the time, but how I dealt with what happened, how I processed it falls back on me. Unfortunately, some people think it makes it okay to do it to some one else because it happened to them. I chose not to continue the abuse, it's why I'm not a mother of a human child. I was too afraid to have one for fear that I would hurt them. I am a mother of a sweet faced cat named Nike. She owns me heart and soul.
Forgive
your sins. They’re mistakes, then forgive yourself for making them. You’ve
always heard, nobody’s perfect, wrong, everyone is perfect. You are exactly the
way your Creator made you. I’m not leaving this world with regrets, I just hope
more people feel the same way.
May I suggest you start
learning from the experience when you fail, err, make a mistake, that way you’ll
do better next time. If it happens again and you don’t do better, you’ll face
it again. Then again. Again. Again. That’s your Higher Power’s way of teaching
you.
I find the easiest way for me to learn from a mistake is to look in the mirror first. I’m the only common denominator in any situation. If my life is stuck on repeat, I must be missing what I need to do. So I check myself. It was my mistake to make again because I didn’t learn the lesson the first time. If I want it to stop happening, I have to make a change, no one else can.
I find the easiest way for me to learn from a mistake is to look in the mirror first. I’m the only common denominator in any situation. If my life is stuck on repeat, I must be missing what I need to do. So I check myself. It was my mistake to make again because I didn’t learn the lesson the first time. If I want it to stop happening, I have to make a change, no one else can.
For
example, I’ve been an ear that’s received a lot of complaints about
relationships. The number one being, well, he cheated on me. Next year, same
girlfriend/guy friend, he cheated on me. Two years later, but he cheated on me. Like a
broken record, the broken party is them, but they can’t hear that when they're feeling betrayed. So I bring the cherry amaretto ice cream and gently suggest
maybe they're dating the wrong kind of men for them.
I know
what kind of person I want, but I also know what kind of person I need to be to
attract the kind of person I want. What kind of person, you may ask? Well, duh,
exactly who I am, me. Such a silly question. There are plenty of imitators but
there can be only one me. I’m good with that.
So
many people are looking around envious, instead of looking at themselves to get
what they want. They think they have to steal it, take it, yet they dislike it
when someone tries to take things from them. That’s mine, this land, this money, this car, this person. Sounds
like Children whining to me. But that
person drives a nicer car than I do; I want to drive a nice car. It’s fine
to want, but dammit, chill out, smoke a joint, er, I meant if you’ve got one, I
mean cigarette, I swear, relax and cover your own needs first. When you pray,
chat up Goddess, dream, whatever it is you do to talk to your Higher Power, They
always respond to the request. Without fail. No exceptions.
Is the
real problem when you got enough money to buy food, instead you bought alcohol,
or drugs? That label is addiction. I have quite a few myself. I’m a smoker, er,
um, tobacco-only and coffee drinker and food. Both of my parents were
alcoholics. I think addiction comes from trying to see your Higher Power in
yourself and just not being able to see it. So you take drugs, you drink, you masturbate,
I had full blown manic episodes. I don’t know what you do, but you know. It’s your choice to make, but be
prepared for the consequences Higher Power is going to give you for not
choosing the path They laid out for your Divine life.
I think, well, okay I know that Mother Nature is screaming at me to wake up. Question for you, would you shit or piss in the middle of the floor at your house? Then why are you doing it to your Home Planet? A lot of places on the internet I'm listed as being located from Earth. Since I can't go backwards in time yet, I imagine one day that will be a necessity in a person's profile, I hope sooner rather than later. I want bragging rights dammit, I'm from EARTH. Not, I'm from that rock we no longer live on because we killed it. That's if we get to live through Earth's demise. Then again, there could always be a Zombie Apocalypse. Double tap to the head, Bitches! The new reality.
As of
today, watching the upcoming Presidential Elections, if I had to vote, I’d
write-in Oprah. I’m a strong black woman, why the hell wouldn’t I want one in
the Black House, er, White House? I even know a Republican who agrees with me Oprah before Donald Chump for President. I don't think he's qualified to run the country. He still has a lot of growing up to do. Sounds to much like a whining Child of God to me. I do agree with him on the ‘All
Lives Matter’ thingy he said.
It tickles me occasionally how afraid Americans are of whoever is going to go into that supposed seat of power next year. Fear has always been False Evidence Appearing Real. It isn’t real. That’s just you not believing in yourself. Doesn’t matter who wins the damn election. My Goddess taught me how to survive who ever sits on that fake ass throne. I answer to her, the One True Power.
It tickles me occasionally how afraid Americans are of whoever is going to go into that supposed seat of power next year. Fear has always been False Evidence Appearing Real. It isn’t real. That’s just you not believing in yourself. Doesn’t matter who wins the damn election. My Goddess taught me how to survive who ever sits on that fake ass throne. I answer to her, the One True Power.
As for
me, well, Goddess once told me while I was sitting in a mental hospital (great
place for a mini vacay, not as good as Hawaii though) that I was Her favorite sneaky
little bitch on the planet, Her playground for Her Children. I love the title,
but I didn’t feel like going outside to play. Oh yeah and I couldn’t because
they locked my ass up for having 100%, no doubt about it conviction, belief,
faith in my Goddess. I’ve thought about it, and dreamed about it, seen it
while hallucinating the way it could be if everyone else could just remember that
they are here to CHANGE THE WORLD too…
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