
Personified in ACTIONS – Phase I 2021
***No Definition Needed***
Opening Eyes to Truths Untold

Personified in ACTIONS – Phase I 2021
***No Definition Needed***


Authentic CHANGE often comes with conflict and strife – – and more strife – – before a break through occurs. These are my thoughts after seeing the wave of new shootings of unarmed black men by police officers. Recent cases have proven once again that some lives matter more than others. With this consistent “unveiling,” it makes one wonder how does it all end. When is enough, ENOUGH?!? Perhaps the path to justice is not so straight and narrow as some might propose. Changing our laws might not be enough. Systemic changes within our legalized policing agencies, such as retraining and community policing, may not solve this pervasive entrenched problem. While enforcing accountability for actions is a necessary component, it might not solve this issue either since there is something else inherently triggering these costly interactions. Yet, when the most high says CHANGE, the situation is bound to a certain eventuality with a path paved with outcomes too auspicious to predict. Just remembering the impact of George Floyd’s tragic death across the globe is enough to realize that we cannot anticipate which situation will cause a resounding alarm to STOP the madness currently being enforced upon black and brown peoples in this country and elsewhere.
The tragic killing of unarmed citizens by law enforcement must CHANGE, however, regardless of how long it takes. Since the obvious solutions (legal, community awareness, retraining etc.) are not preventing the current outcomes from occurring, it made me wonder what could be the missing ingredient from the equation? My first thought is that we have not given the system enough time to resolve, CHANGE and evolve across the board, state by state, city by city, precinct by precinct. Perhaps this is true to a minor extent especially since not all law enforcement across the country has embraced the call for CHANGE. Circumstances did not get to be this way overnight for people of color and it won’t CHANGE just because it is the morally correct thing to do. As I continued pondering about this particular issue more, the same message kept ringing trUe for me as well. This problem is a physical manifestation of a deeper spiritual mis-education that has been constructed to keep us all locked into disharmony and hate. Racism is the real virus infecting the world since the original colonizers indoctrinated US all. Until our policing system (its workforce and those with similar mindsets) can see our common humanity, we will continue to bear witness to the senseless shootings of unarmed black men and women.

For me personally, I still hold firm that CHANGE can and will happen – – eventually – – but the missing ingredient remains in the POWER of the most high. Our relationship with spirit and commitment to prayer can CHANGE things – – both BIG and small. There have also always been spiritual people in the world who’ve demonstrated their POWER to influence and alter the course of humanity by their very presence and demonstration of courage and love with a single minded focus to bring forth justice out of injustice. Nelson Mandela. Martin Luther King. Mother Teresa. Mahatma Gandhi. Big Mamma. Grandpa Keiser. Uncle Junior, etc. We all benefited from their efforts and sacrifices for CHANGE even if they could only just “survive” so that we could be here now. In addition, whatever name you choose to acknowledge as your spiritual influencer also provided the wisdom and guidance that we embraced as humans with the stated intention to become ONE, in relationship, with our creator. Is there any doubt that humanity has fallen short? Must we continue failing? There are just too many of US woke enough to impact this current situation to CHANGE the collective reality in our own unique way – heart by heart – challenging and forcing the stubborn pendulum to swing the other way.
Today, my spirit gives a shout out to my TRIBE with a request to dive deep into your war rooms (if you don’t know then I’m not talking to you) to do what you’ve been called to do. We have a divine mission and purpose too important to dismiss. All the other concrete CHANGES must be done to correct the official policing system as well but the virus of racism underlies this particular battle. And we must get it at the ROOTS this time spiritually and systemically (as above, so below). You might wonder if I am hopeful or scared for our future. Both responses actually resonate because success is not guaranteed especially if one desires to make a CHANGE. But I do know the weapons of warfare are no match for the most high. We have been led to this battle. In the Art of …, no weapon formed against US in the long run shall prosper even if a loss of life occurs. Our loved ones simply remain spiritual heroes and heroines in the most high’s vast army of warriors. Our duty is to honor their contribution and sacrifice in order to carry on to fulfill the mission.

Final thought, we are all here with a divine purpose. It may sound elementary but somehow we have forgotten this important point. My TRIBE may look and express themselves uniquely but the purity of the spirit is consistent with the original “seed” planted within our hearts. Many don’t understand or appreciate US but they shall in the end. They shall all one day recognize the collective, divine humanity, power and glory bestowed upon US by the most high – – when it is all said and done.
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Goodbye, my dear.
Hello, my blood.
I’ve lettin go.
For all of us.
There shall be no more tears.
I won’t be missed.
I’ve given up slowly.
I’ve planned for this.
You’ve helped once.
Glad to say.
I had you here.
But now I’m done.
Goodbye, my dear.
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Written By Kenze Love
RIP X
no one leaves home unless
home is the mouth of a shark
you only run for the border
when you see the whole city running as well
your neighbors running faster than you
breath bloody in their throats
the boy you went to school with
who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory
is holding a gun bigger than his body
you only leave home
when home won’t let you stay.

no one leaves home unless home chases you
fire under feet
hot blood in your belly
it’s not something you ever thought of doing
until the blade burnt threats into
your neck
and even then you carried the anthem under
your breath
only tearing up your passport in an airport toilet
sobbing as each mouthful of paper
made it clear that you wouldn’t be going back.
you have to understand,
that no one puts their children in a boat
unless the water is safer than the land
no one burns their palms
under trains
beneath carriages
no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck
feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled
means something more than journey.
no one crawls under fences
no one wants to be beaten
pitied
no one chooses refugee camps
or strip searches where your
body is left aching
or prison,
because prison is safer
than a city of fire
and one prison guard
in the night
is better than a truckload
of men who look like your father
no one could take it
no one could stomach it
no one skin would be tough enough
the
go home blacks
refugees
dirty immigrants
asylum seekers
sucking our country dry
niggers with their hands out
they smell strange
savage
messed up their country and now they want
to mess ours up
how do the words
the dirty looks
roll off your backs
maybe because the blow is softer
than a limb torn off
or the words are more tender
than fourteen men between
your legs
or the insults are easier
to swallow
than rubble
than bone
than your child body
in pieces.
i want to go home,
but home is the mouth of a shark
home is the barrel of the gun

and no one would leave home
unless home chased you to the shore
unless home told you
to quicken your legs
leave your clothes behind
crawl through the desert
wade through the oceans
drown
save
be hunger
beg
forget pride
your survival is more important
no one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in your ear
saying-
leave,
run away from me now
i dont know what i’ve become
but i know that anywhere
is safer than here
Written By Warsan Shire
What does it mean to live a valued life? And, how does one know if you are blessed or chosen? Many attribute being “blessed” as having an abundance of material possessions and money. While these things are indeed important, many rich people can tell you that they do not necessarily mean one is happy and living without problems (just look at the lives of many celebrities). Some attribute being “blessed” as having health, peace of mind and loving relationships. These benefits often go undervalued when compared to riches but one soon finds just out how difficult life can be without their presence. We can all have far less financially yet still possess an abundance of love, laughter and health and feel truly grateful and happy. Many pay homage to their spiritual connection, no matter the specific religion, to a higher power as being foundational to a purposeful life. All of these variables have merit but in my life, there is a higher premium on my spiritual relationship along with peace of mind than material possessions alone. Don’t get me wrong … I appreciate the comforts that money can buy but I never placed higher value on material things above authentic love. What about you? Perhaps, the feeling of being “blessed” comes from appreciating whatever one has realizing that they are gifts from the most high to be grateful for however long one has them and for whatever comforts they offer.

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In this life, GRATITUDE is one of the key components of being blessed. The gifts we receive are often temporary in an atmosphere where it is difficult to maintain balance in mind, body and spirit. We cannot escape the abundance of hardships and life lessons (the good, bad, and ugly) that help US to evolve – – perhaps for the better if so desired. The main point is to extract the “lessons” and learn from it ALL. It is even okay to repeat a lesson (two, three, four etc.) until you pass or don’t. But isn’t it still a “blessing” to be selected as one of “the chosen” who is allowed to follow your own unique life path, co-creating with the most high, while trying to make sense of this opportunity you’ve been given? Since there is no coincidence, we all have something of value to contribute and share from our experiences. Hopefully, we can grow from the mosaic of our opportunities, challenges, successes and failures in order to create a STORY worth sharing. Perhaps, a more loving, peaceful world awaits at the end.
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Final Thought … Maybe this Anthem resonates as well ….

there will be moments when
you will bloom fully then
wilt, only to bloom again
if we can learn anything from
flowers it is that resilience is born
even if we feel like we are
dying.
Written By Alex Elle
They say she lazy bro
She ain’t neva done no work
Nothing she grow
Is from her own ef-furt
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We heard her family sick
Mentally off in the brain
Schizophrenia, bipolar, narcissi-stic
Perhaps that explains
We all knew she was insane
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She thinks she better than us
A know it all on this and that
Spiritual gangster in the making
Tryna be something she ain’t
Is it future faking?
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Chorus
Listen lil B!t*h
Know you hating on the low
Tryna dim my light & bles-sins in life
That only the most high can bestow
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She called Pretty for a Black Girl
With looks below average
Most don’t like her color
Still wonderin bout red boned Ex
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These are the lines ya’ll quietly say
Willing to slander in the dark hallway
Without intelligently questioning the accura-cy
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But never fear my dear or retaliate
Your testimony is more powerful to relate
Than any lie based upon petty, ignorant hate
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Chorus
Listen lil Perra
Know you hating on the low
Tryna dim my light & les-sins in life
That only the most high can revoke
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All you have said might be partially true
But there is no need to front or misconstrue
It ain’t even necessary to explain or defend
When the truth is so much more unbelievable
Too profound, accept or comprehend
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Life has been far worse full of trials and losses
Regrets and sorrows, hardships and crosses
But the grace of the most high said YES to it all
Making destiny excel past any FALL
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The future rests not in your small minded hands
As the miracles of life itself lays open its vast plans
So for the hater, agitator, naysayer, fortune taker
Prepare for the sound of the door
For the blessings coming next might annoy you even more
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Chorus
Listen lil la Chienne
Know you hating on the low
Tryna dim my light & bles-sins in life
That only the most high can bestow
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But we can all learn something from one another
Steal a little of this, share the other
Nothing said or done is worthy of disdain
It is far more important to heal your OWN pain
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Chorus
Listen lil la Cagna
Know you hating on the low
Tryna dim my light & les-sins in life
That only the most high can revoke
Listen lil B!tch
Know you hating on the low
Tryna dim my light & bles-sins in life
That only the most high can bestow
THE END

come with every wound
and every woman you’ve ever loved
every lie you’ve ever told
and whatever it is that keeps you up at night
every mouth you’ve ever punched in
all the blood you’ve ever tasted
come with every enemy you’ve ever made
and all the family you’ve ever buried
and every dirty thing you’ve ever done
every drink that’s burnt your throat
and every morning you’ve woken

with nothing and no one
come with all your loss
your regrets, sins
memories
black outs
secrets
come with all the rot in your mouth
and that voice like needle hitting record
come with your kind eyes and weeping knuckles
come with all your shame
come with your swollen heart
i’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you.
Written by Warsan Shire

The pain
that made you
the odd one out
is the story
that connects you
to a healing world
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Written By Tanya Markul