The Beloved Love of My Life King has never brought me a bouquet of roses. Nope. Has skipped Valentine's Day since I met him 6 years ago. But please no sympathy or commiseration, necessary. Instead? CONGRATULATE ME on my Blessed CHOICE as he's a thiiiiiiiinking Black Man, whose mind is too ProFOUND to submit to a Directionless Hollyweird Hallmark Guide to Romance for Zombies, both male and female. My Beloved LOVE OF MY LIFE K-I-N-G is exactly that because not only is he a Man of his WORD with theeeeee word he gave me, one he has NEVER WAVERED from - but?...
Everyday he gives me better than roses in the Gift of his BRILLIANT PRESENCE that I have never ceased to find InToXiCaTiNg as I waited for My Man, and not begged any ol' warmed over body to be with me. All that Treasure I call my Husband is covered in the finest wrap of his Tireless DEDICATION to me, whom he calls, his Good Woman and all that any Man could want.
Whew, I say, as I know he means it, or as a Man who doesn't waste time pretending? He'd be on his way.
Yes. In my house, each new dawn is a Real Valentine's Day that can't fit on a fake heart festooned card. And no 2D movie actress can memorize this script I call my Life, cause it ain't no script. This is the JOY I open everyday.
I didn't know this till now, but it MAKES PERFECT SENSE!! A Law of Physics concludes (and only recently) -
Energetic Vibrations of a particular speed and resonance attract Energetic Vibrations of the SAME speed and resonance!!!
GOOD DANG! That confirms that We, the ORIGINAL PEOPLE, the MOST ENERGETICALLY VIBRANT THINKING BEINGS ON THE PLANET?
We are meant to come Resonate TOGETHER, to become a FORCE of Resurrected MIGHT
that won't be televised.
I know You've been noticing. And this is why the Devil, in order to keep Us CONNEDfuzed? Is Desperate Enuf to AGAIN, kill his own. However, that won't be adequate as the more Our Enemy reveals himself, the more the MOST POWERFUL AMONGST BLACK US,
will find Our way BACK home.
I don't know Beloved Sister Ernestine, but 51? IS TOO DAMNED EARLY TO BE DEAD!!!!
And dying this young is happening to toooooooo many of Us. That's why, I'M BEING BLUNTLY HONEST ABOUT ME in this post, not trying to insult anyone, but?
IF THIS IS HOW YOU FEEL, TOO? THEN KNOW YOU ARE AND WILL BE WHOMEVER YOU WANT TO BE - IF YOU WANT TO BE THAT, EACH DAY YOU AWAKEN.
I share so PASSIONATELY the wonderous Healing of DOING BETTER not because I am some lifelong Health Guru, who never knew a day where he/she was never crippled by food and rotten Addictions. I share so P-A-S-S-I-O-N-A-T-E-L-Y because I used to be
a fat tub of lard, who firmly believed, I'd be that forever since I figured I didn't have the strength to do anything to save myself.
Now. Some don't mind being really big, and some LOVE IT. Matter of a fact, I was getting to that point myself, until debilitation from eating DEAD FOOD caught up with me, in more than my getting the Flu kind of afflictions. I had eaten my way to a Pre-Diabetic state (which was ENUF for me), along with steadily increasing Blood Pressure. FAR MORE DANGEROUS a state than I wanted to put myself in, I don't CARE if I Loved or DIDN'T LOVE being
a fat tub of lard.
Cause it's not the weight that's Ugly. Jill Scott can HANDILY prove THAT! I ain't never been as BEAUTIFUL as her to this Tiny Me DAY, nor as Hypnotically GORGEOUS as THOUSANDS of others. But? It's the Rotten Food and Fatal Habits that make anyone's inside Homely, both
skinny and obese.
So, I share paaaaaaassionately because I find each time I rise, I kill the Certainty that I was doomed to be an Overweight Woman, and more importantly, that I was doomed to DIE, early. I've found I no longer have to pretend that what I eat has no long term effect on me, hoping that one fatal day would never come when that pretense would be torn away by a doctor's grim diagnosis.
And I did it by, not all at once but each morning. I challenged not the sum of a lifetime of gaining weight, as that wasn't going anywhere Fast. No. I challenge what was really killing me -
A FAT TUB OF LIES I told myself.
Lies that tell me I'm HELPLESS over my cravings when healthier food, as I kept eating it, finally gave my body the nutrition that it cried for in the cravings I felt. Lies that told me a cookie is stronger than me, when I had to use the same, "That's enough," discipline on myself that I did on my son. Lies that fibbed to me that a cigarette, a soda, a slice of pizza is more powerful than my will to live and to live
well.
I did this each day. A little bit more steadily, woke up and said, in this little way, I'm gonna prove that I GIVE A DAMN. So years later, I am the Woman I only dreamed of being, was sure would never exist, and whom I never knew that I was DESTINED to be. The ME I CHOOSE.
And now, my son has gotten to see right in his own home,
a Triumphant Mommy.
Fat or Skinny, I buried the lies, rather than a too young him burying a too young me. Tub of Lard or Skinny as a Rail. I'd have been Dead as a Doorknob. And? There's some pretty beautiful doorknobs out there. But I'm not one of them.
Peace. Serenity. BLISS. We all seek it and from the looks of the WRECK that everyday existence is undergoing, with sickness afflicting not only the body, but decimating Black Us both mentally and especially SPIRITUALLY?
Yo. For Real. Take a puff of my Favorite Drug...
EXERCISE.
Lemme be frank, cause this page, my blog are about SACRED BASED HEALING, and that involves respectful HONESTY. So?
You know that AFTERGLOW You get from GREAT SEX? Yeaaaaaah, that one! That's exactly what SUSTAINED (for 20 minutes or loooooonger) cardio exercise feels like!!!! I mean not that initial Orgasmic BOOM, but, darn nearly. Plus, the afterglow is the SAME HEAVENLY RADIANCE. And?
LAST FOR HOURS AFTERWARDS...
Dang. I finished my run at 10:10 and two hours later, I could sit on a mountain and share Serenity with miiiiiiiiillions, not feeling no ways tired as I have that much Peace of Mind to share. Not to mention? Unlike Cocaine? My High is totality FREE and LEGAL!
That's what's in my pipe. HEALING. What's in Yours, that won't tear You down, like alcohol, heroin, or a second's long satisfaction from eating Deadly High Fat foods - what's Your Favorite Drug of Choice?
I KNOW it ain't this GOOOOOOOD, so, what are You waiting for? Don't pass the roach -
I'll meet You on the track.
A father can never be a mother.
A mother can never be a father,
cause a man makes a terrible woman and a woman an awful man. Thus in their joining, even if one of the pair is missing there must be an awareness of the other's absence and thus importance, in order to raise a child with the impression (as they are so impressionable) that the other half of the planet is necessary. Thereby sealing in the child's heart a map that directs one to harmony.
Which is why homosexuality is an ABOMINATION, without that word being a mere crass a slight and only just a word. This UnNatural endeavor, on the surface seems reasonable, to let all passions come out in the open, and yet? It teaches Our FUTURE the lunacy that a union between two who are alike not only doesn't believe half the human population necessary to achieving happiness, but it believes the opposite sex, too disgusting to want to touch.
Why having actively gay people (and there is difference as the impulse to commit mayhem does not lead to mayhem until it's no longer a thought) - having lunacy around Our Progeny if We say nothing in defense of Heterosexual SANITY is t-o-x-i-c to their still forming grasp of what comprises a
civilization.
One with the potential of universal bliss. That's why even a childless heterosexual couple strengthens the Un-Divided Reason, Logic and Hopes of a nation, to create the safest haven, otherwise known as TOGETHERNESS.
Alright. I did it, but I'm not proud. I'm taking too darn long for my preferences. However, I'm probably being to tough on myself.
I reached page 200 of my novel. Actually page 200 and one. I came to a particularly difficult section the writing of which was sucking my brain juices dry. It was HAAAAAARD. But I DID IT!!!! Still focused my pen so the prose of it remains solidly my voice. And now the REAL excitement starts.
That's until the next difficult patch starts. But from here? The set up of the characters lives, travails, motivations and the LOGICAL REASON for the book to be read by anybody but my mother is all in PLACE! Now the rollercoaster of HELLACIOUS and HEAVENLY THRILLS BEGINS.
Tomorrow, nothing but Doing for YOU, by doing for mySELF. ALL PRAISE DUE TO ALLAH and His Humble Little Messenger, The Honorable Elijah Muhammad.
Whew. The Dead can be Raised, and if it's a Womb-man? Get ready to GET ON UP, BLACK NATION!!!
There's a problem, when the Soulless use Depravity to try to imitate Black Us, presenting themselves as Allah's CHOSEN using Straight EVIL as their tools. Such an evil as We, Hue-Mans cannot fathom its Depths. Yet, despite all these demons do, which Chills the senses, their success depends on THE CREATOR being STOOOOPID.
Suddenly the Depraved's LUNACY is made crystal Clear. For while even Our Ancestors predicted their every move 10,000 years ago, Our Father? He's been through an unknown number of their sort. Wannabe Gods without knowing why LOVE IS LIFE. Allah presciently made a 'Measure' from which the Devil cannot get out. It's called Hell, and within it? Satan's only talent is Destruction, without the ability to create anything to rival The AAAAAALLLLLLL MIGHTY.
So Magnificently Simple as the Devil is DOOOOOOOOOMED to destroy himself, eventually. Lucky Us, We have a front seat to the Fulfillment of Our Prophetic DREAMS.
