A Dream of Freedom for The Poor

If life is but a dream, wouldn’t everything in it be a symbol?

I feel like if you were to analyze the circumstances, people, and situations in your current reality, you could very easily pinpoint the seeds that have been planted in your psyche.

I don’t say this to depress anybody, but because the law of attraction is a real thing. People are always trying to escape their nightmares, and they are always unsuccessful.

Successful people, for example, aren’t necessarily people who have worked harder. They are people who had the idea inserted in their reality very young, that they were worth success. They are not the broken remains of poverty born people, who’s messages often go unheard in favor of less meaningful messages paid for by white skin and money.

A perfect example would be the Jenner sisters. We are so easily fooled into thinking some people are worth more than others. Opportunity isn’t the only option these women had. It’s true that one must still add to the abundance in the natural born psyche of a rich person. That part is duly noted. The part that isn’t is the entire history of people who born into wealth, who continue to thrive simply because somebody told them they had the right to.

I want the Hood to wake up, more than I want to live. I want these beautiful people who are my friends and my family to become spiritual, not because it’s my way, but because it may be the only saving grace and the way we pave a new world for our own children, destined for the same struggles we have endured.

I can speak for them for now, but they aren’t going to hear your story if you don’t speak up. And nothing will ever change. Ever. We will forever be slaves to a God who rules with a lack of integrity and a sorry excuse for a human heart.

If this is my dream, and the symbols tell me what has been planted in my head, what kind of dream am I having while awake?

A dream to change this dream.

A drug addict doesn’t become a drug addict out of weakness of mind. He becomes what the world told him he would be. He dreams the nightmare that was first shown to him before he knew he had a choice. It’s not merely a stupid decision that led him there, it’s an army designed to keep people in their place. Why would they need us to remain there? They fear us, more than we fear them.

In the event of my demise, when my heart can beat no more, I refuse to live for a principle that isn’t worth dying for.

I dream for the Hood, the poverty stricken, the ghetto dwellers, whatever you want to call us, what Martin Luther King Jr. dreamed for “Blacks”.

TRUE FREEDOM.

Freedom to thrive because they are paid living wages for their time and energy. Freedom to travel, to touch, taste, and see the world that is meant for them too. Freedom to send their children to the best schools. Freedom to live off welfare. Freedom never to have to bow before the mighty again!

And my favorite, freedom to live, rather than merely survive.

Namaste

Aura’s And Duality

I recently started “seeing” aura’s. They appear in my minds eye, rather than physically. This is surprising even to me. I’ve never been someone who actually sees things physically, not since I was a kid. I see them in my minds eye.

I was scrolling through my news feed on facebook, stopped to look at a profile picture someone had uploaded, and “just like that” their aura color, size, and shape appeared to me. I’ve tried the old fashioned way of seeing them, standing against white, blinking rapidly, squinting my eyes, but never had any luck. I am excited about this new development in my spiritual journey. I think it’s the perfect addition to my “tools” meant to assist me on my journey.

I bare the gift and the burden of Duality. I see life from both perspectives, the human ego and the spiritual perspective. I believe I have this gift because it’s valid in my line of work. I am a bit of a chameleon and change my perspective based on who I’m with. I literally become their vibrational twin.

We often choose not to deal with the human ego part of us, and latch onto some crystalized idea about what a spiritual person should look like instead. In other words, we keep ourselves trapped in the very place we’d like to escape: Suffering.

My friends like the argument that suffering isn’t something we have to do, and I agree. The problem with opting out of suffering altogether, is that you don’t. It’s like putting a pot on the back burner, and hoping the pot doesn’t eventually boil over.

It’s still THERE!!

As I walk the path of true spiritual leader I realize the world might not exactly feel ready for me.

Avoident’s of all kind run when they see me coming.

I am a mirror.

The mirror often doesn’t like what it sees.

The gift of Duality is a beautiful gift if used to heal. My ego will not be forsaken in the process of healing, but used. Perspective is ninety nine percent social conditioning after all, and we are all walking around constantly tip toeing the line between acceptable and not acceptable. It truly always depends on the power you give yourself to see life one way or another. I choose both, because that’s my job.

My people, have been without a spiritual teacher for a very long time. They can’t latch onto something that isn’t relatable or safe. Tupac Shakur was the last known spiritual teacher on this Earth that gave a voice to this brand of “low vibe” individual’s, as the world would label them, in a snotty way, of course.

Nobody has the right to judge a path they’ve never walked.

The shaming of people in pain, chronic pain, suffering, is what concerns me. I lived a life of secrecy because people implied that in order to be loved and respected I needed to rise above my own traumatic past and rapes, like they had never happened, like they didn’t affect me, like they hadn’t changed my entire outlook on life.

Enough is enough. This secrecy will hold us down forever. They want us to be silent in the face of mass societal abuse. Why wouldn’t they? It serves them if our army is silent.

It takes one voice to make a difference. I know because it was the work of another spiritual teacher who refused to remain silent, that has sparked this flame in my own soul, and given me a reason to live again.

There is nothing you shouldn’t talk about. Pick your battles, but know your army, and act according to your own code of ethics. The war isn’t with each other, it’s with the mirror that reflects back to us our own self hatred.

Namaste

The Unborn

We always think God has some grand plan for us, but what if God is an alcoholic who’s passed out half the time?  What if God is suffering just as much as we are? Picture God waking up in the morning with a hangover, rubbing his temples, saying to himself, “I don’t know how much longer I can do this shit.”

I think sometimes facing your reality isn’t easy to stomach. We all have dreams about leaving the lives not truly meant for us, behind. We’re supposed to chase our dreams and end up sliding down the rainbow into a pot of gold. And yet, there are so many of us who never leave the emotional ghetto.

If balance is what The Universe seeks in all matters, there will always be war in places like Syria, and freedom in places like America. Some of us will eat well, while others will starve to death. For every nursing newborn baby, is another being buried in a casket so small the sight of it brings heartache to anyone with a heart that is still beating.

Have you ever seem that meme? The one that says Home is nothing more than two arms holding you tight at your worst? I’m beginning to understand that as I travel the path least worn, because there is no guarantee that you will ever reach your intended destination. You start asking the hard questions after a while, like “what if my soulmate actually is the local drug dealer?” (Not that there’s anything wrong with that from a much higher perspective.)

I feel as if the world is both ready and not ready to be birthed into a new nation. Tupac sang a Ghetto Gospel, but the ghetto doesn’t exist if the playing field has been evened out a little bit at a time.

I don’t always understand the mans plan, yet it doesn’t seem impossible that may be what he’s up to.

Maybe the world is in the shape it is in because it’s not our prayers he’s listening to. It’s the prayers of the hearts of the unborn children who can’t live in a world filled to the brim with greed and corruption, and a lack of means to follow their dreams. The Indigo Children came here to break those doors down, but the unborn children aren’t fighters. They’re lovers. This world is their’s …

So what can we hope for?

The unimaginable.

Especially if these children are being born all over the globe.