Posted by Relentless on October 17th, 2019
Good Morning, Monday
Posted by Relentless on October 7th, 2019
Good Morning Monday. I'm here in the cubicle next to your office. I hate that you got into the building before me, but I will do better. You must be on that Military Time! Anyway Monday, I thought I'd reach out to you this morning, since you and I woke up healthy... and I thought I'd let you know that despite what others say about you and no matter how difficult you make life for so many people on this first day of the week... despite all of that, I am determined to work beside you and with you and I will do it with my chin up, I'm gonna stick my chest out and I'm gonna survive no matter what.
'm gonna achieve no matter what. And if I have to, I will eat shit until the goals I've set are achieved. I will march forth until the work I do is satisfying. And I will take all the necessary risks to see that my greatness resounds above all else. God Bless you Monday. I'm glad we made it here alive. I share GOODVIBES with you and all whom you touch with your unbridled energy. Peace superpreneur authorpreneur entrepreneur blessed
A Day In The Life…
Posted by Relentless on October 6th, 2019
I'm so blessed to wake up happy and content in the path I've taken to this life I have today. God has blessed me with MERCY because my life could've ended so many times. And let me say, falling asleep at the steering wheel can be more death-defying than a random bullet. THANK GOD FOR ANOTHER AMAZING DAY OF LIFE!
If there's one thing that is greater than my talent it is my resourcefulness and my want to be extremely organized. Still a work in progress, I am living a full life, a healthy life, teaching myself that me and everything I do is all about love.
My life has evolved because of books. Not a rap career or a sports career, but books. Sometimes I sit back and wonder how I did this. How I chose the toughest profession and how did I win bigger than most others in this same lane. It was definitely learning that, beyond all else, "mastering my craft" helped me to achieve the big win. But...
Part of this "Mastery" is that you need to sustain. You will need to have a strong work ethic. You will need to stay inspired. You'll need to go above and beyond and you can't just sit back and rest on PAST SUCCESSES. Sure, your past gives you credentials, BUT WHO AND WHERE ARE YOU NOW?
So as I wake up into my world of creativity...
Goodwill Hunting – Diary of a Thrifter
Posted by Relentless on August 28th, 2019
Sue me. Right there at Goodwill I found myself physically attracted to her and we coincidentally completed our purchases at the same time, different registers.
Okay, so I met her while thrifting. Sue me. Meanwhile, immediately outside of the store... the dreamy drama unfolded.
I said: “I went looking for a ‘find’ but you’re clearly the biggest find in the store.” But why do I feel like I've said that at least once before?
My fishhook not withstanding, she casually brushed off my compliment and we made small talk. I could see something in her is whispering “I’m not feeling attractive.” But while I wasn’t buying it, I felt as if she was. And so while she may have been blind to the subtle magnetism and chemistry in the air between us, I was selling myself on the desire. My desire for her. Maybe just the default male/female desire. I mean, isn’t that normal? Or am I just extra and ‘gotta have it?’
Out of nowhere we both blurted introductions: She says: “so who are you” and from my lips: “what’s your name.” It was as if we had bumped into one another in a crowded nightclub/drinks slightly splashing onto each other. Or maybe we pulled out and pointed our swords? "ON-GUARD!"
And then the conversation gets deeper as we discuss her creativity, my creativity, the Chi, NY, LA, mutual friends, etc. Yep! The parts of me you WISH didn't exist, such as being more than just sexual. More than seeing a woman as just a "slab of beef." But while she took a deep dive into her woes and how she felt she had “fallen off,” I was more titillated by her details. First the painted nails, the snatched hair and the toned muscles with the evenly bronzed skin. Her hygiene was even harmony to my eyes. And while she’s speaking about health and career issues my mind was creepin, sneakin peeks at her plumbing, especially those headlights. Yeah, there I was: the antelope waitin to be her roadkill.
Those breasts were screaming at me, makin all kinds of overtures (by their presence alone) during our quiet and somewhat private moment there at the Goodwill entrance. I wondered how many other men had gotten caught in her headlights over the decades? How much roadkill exactly?
For a time I felt suffocated by boobage, with my imagination draggin me into the darkest most unpredictable sex-hole. However, despite nearly 15 minutes of my own obvious carnal transgressions, she wasn’t making excuses to get away and remained within arms reach in this engaging conversation. One moment I’m paying attention; the next I’m spellbound by her beauty, gasping for air (at least in my mind) with my mouth suddenly full of her flesh, with my tongue busy provoking her sighs...
then I’m back up for air, tryna be normal and cordial and genuine... tryna be that male role model that life is begging me to be. But “Here I Go Again,” (Glenn Jones reference), sucked under, drowning in pleasures unknown, my hands grabbing, no... groping, massaging, possessing... and for a second or two her words turned to unrecognizable, underwater gurgles, as I’m struggling to survive this... this... this fight with my want for her body vs my own need to sustain discipline and dignity.
Nevertheless, despite the stirring in my loins, my very own voice of reason kept a strong grip on my neck... speaking into my ear “bruh, you need to go jerk-off... come back to this when you’re balanced and thinkin straight. You’re a fuckin animal right now.”
And that sound you're hearing while reading my Fictions & Non-Fictions... thats the motorized desire for love and affection in my veins. Controlled, but cycling around my heart. Yeah, shit is real up in here.
And as I soon regained control... I shook it off, even with my heart palpitating. At the same time, my reality check chimes from my phone. Then we engaged in the sweetest and thorough hug. And that felt calming. Corrective. And now it was due time to get back to the multiple revenue streams. Gotta keep Nipsey’s vision in mind. Too much at stake. Grindin all my life.
Today I Became a “Posher”
Posted by Relentless on August 18th, 2019
TODAY I became a "Posher." It's another landmark move for me as an "entrepreneur" who many know to be a "novelist or a "host" of "The Relentless House" a Bed & Breakfast here in Atlanta. And others even know me as a "Chef" or a "cook" since I've been making plates under the "Relentless Eats" brand. As I see it, however, I am merely "RESOURCEFUL." I'm doing the most I can with the gifts I have been given.
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My Joy in Producing Music Videos & Films in Atlanta
Posted by Relentless on August 13th, 2019
It was so much fun to stretch my creative wings for this music video I conceived, produced and edited in a callabo with this 11yr old.
Best Tyson Interview Ever
Posted by Relentless on August 13th, 2019
MIKE: "Ali's a giant. No other fighter can match him... Ali's an animal. He's different breed of person. He's not like us"
Plenty of Things To Say
Posted by Relentless on August 1st, 2019
TRUTH: WE ALL MAKE MISTAKES. BUT THERE'S A POINT THAT YOU CONTINUE THE SAME TRENDS LIKE MISCOMMUNICATION, LAZINESS & ASSUMPTION, AND THAT'S WHEN YOUR MISTAKES TRANSITION INTO "DUMB SHIT. MESSAGE: STOP APOLOGIZING, AND INSTEAD, STOP REPEATING THE DUMB SHIT. PLEASE. RELENTLESS
Posted by Relentless on July 31st, 2019
Our 1st Date was very telling. It was about an hour-long dinner at The Juicy Crab... To begin with she’s a half hour late, walks in with her expensive (I’m lookin-old-as-fuc) Gucci glasses and im immediately unimpressed. I can’t imagine sex between us. She looked more like Deniro from Casino than the young pictures posted on her Facebook page. And so I found myself already sold into this dinner out, and yet fighting my better judgement to “make” or “force” some kind of potential with this woman... some kind of progress. I’m even forcing myself to enjoy what I see, and to ignore the certain red flags... no, there wasn’t a lot of make up. But while that played well on my mind, it was offset by what came from her mouth. She was already making excuses for why other dates didn’t work, and why one particular date told her to her face that she was “bougie” and “a bitch.” Before dinner came I found myself apologizing on his behalf, even if she was bourgeois or saditty, with the high maintenance ways, I didn’t feel she deserved that.
After all, many of these sorts of “women of the world” are raised by Jack & Jill, they are sheltered by their parents or even by their high society relationships. But even that wasn’t the case here, as I learned later, this one had been put thru the years of the dice-roll; the groupie-sex that rappers authored, followed by dopeboy girlfriend sex, which she explained to me as occasional “risky sex and random backseat experiences.”
So this is who I had sitting in front of me, across the table of crab legs. We’ll call her Cheryl.
So I’m already clear that she’s aging like a bottle of hard liquor. She’s already outside of my preferred window of that sexy, mature 30-something. But there’s no doubt Cheryl is “seasoned” but also still (as notes in her Facebook plea) wants for random travel adventures and sexual thrills. “Not everyday, but random.” As for me, I’m shrugging my shoulders with the pregnant pause. “Okay.”
Okay, so blame me for how I got here to the table. This newfound freedom I have, The veteran entrepreneur, complete with multiple revenue streams and how I just don’t give a shit. #nofilter
So I turn my phone down and pay attention as she drags me thru her dating woes. But thru the smoke and mirrors of her conversation, I’m asking myself “fella, what is attracting you to this woman? What can you attach to that will force this in a positive direction?”
STRIKE ONE: "DINNER WITH SAM ROTHSTEIN"
SHE SAYS: “Waiter, since my meal isn’t right would you mind sending a couple sausages over?”
To myself: ‘Jeez, she’s into swine.’
So she proceeds to explain to me that “everyone dies from some health issue” and that she’s avoiding the one that runs in her family. When I suggest changing her diet she’s already making excuses why it’s “ok” for her to eat what she wants.
Thru dinner I’m aware that she’s sneaking peaks at me, sizing me up... outside of the restaurant I lied and told her “I enjoyed myself.”
And again I could see her leaning into the conversation, no pulling away. Not leaving room for mystery or the chase. Something told me she was easy. At that moment I took a leap of faith and (random as I like to be), I scooped her off of her feet to see what she weighed in my arms. That isn’t something new, but something I’ve done on occasion. This also creates a closer bond as my hands are on her body and her arms/by default fall around my neck. Creepy, yes. But not if I don’t reveal these truths?
STRIKE TWO: "EASY LIKE SUNDAY EVENING"
So yes: At the end of the first date I said “let’s do this again” to which she said “I hope so.” and I thought “Damn sisters gotta do better.” She was supposed to say “we’ll see.” She was supposed to shrug and say “I’ll think about it.” She could’ve even patted me on the shoulder and winked and she’d have nailed me down... she woulda had me wonderin “wtf is SHE packin’ between those thighs!?” But no. Instead I’m an instant visitor to her private sanctuary. Her home. I wanna say: Who does that? And “She’s that easy?” But then, I know me. And I know I’m the “great expectation.” You realize this after so many experiences where I’m not forced to try hard or to go thru hurdles. Just take me to the velvet rope.
So anyway, DATE ONE she was already beggin for it, kept lookin up at me with her puppydog eyes. Shit, i’m thinkin... wondering, do most women 50 and older have puppydog eyes? And BTW, it was 3/4 times that she mentioned “I’m about to be an ‘empty-nester’ and also that “my son is away until Wednesday...” so she clearly wanted somethin to go down between date one and Wednesday. Sex perhaps? Companionship?
THE SECOND DATE is suddenly the next day. It evolved from a series of text messages on Saturday and at least one phone call. I also recall her saying on three occasions that her grown son was away for a few days. I couldn’t tell if that was her way of saying “the house is all mine come and take me.” Or maybe there was some other platonic activity she had in mind. Would we be kissing? Would we be cuddling? Shit, even that would be a new thing since 54yr old lips hadn’t kisses anything over 35... well, in nearly a decade.
35... Hmmm. My consumer conscience is calculating things...
So far, the Juicy Crab dinner (heavily discounted because she pushed the envelop on the order being wrong/added hard boiled eggs) and then add a bag of shrimp I brought over to her 1st floor, “300k box” she called it, and my total bill for interacting with this woman cost all of $35.
STRIKE THREE "MUTT HAIR, HER HAIR ALL IN THE AIR"
Lol. And nope, you ain’t miss nothin; (the day after) she did invite me up to her place. Already I knew she was thirsty and her signals were saying “please accept me.” And would I have gone down the rabbit hole for the sex? Well for a man that’s always talkin about discilpin' Uuuh likely not. Nevertheless, I made sure I “balanced” my mind and body before the date at her place. So the only “desire” I had was for the Jumbo shrimp I cooked for us. Yep, she got a chance to catch these skills, and I figured that would be as far as it would go if this alignment wasn’t in synch. I had a few discussions before the date, looking for people to maybe talk me out of this new web I was about to bounce on. She had webs too, bragging about her former rapper husband and how “his money is always on time” and inevitably how she rolled the dice many late nights with this and that cheatin dope boy... and I already drew lines in the sand about how rapper groupies are pushed to the limits if only to satiate these egos. Shit I know this more than most because I wrote the damn book “Rappers R In Danger!”
So yeah, I was already “on alert” but then this annoying lil mutt bouncin all over the place, on and off the couch where we sat. Loved dogs for my entire childhood. But this critter was giving me the creeps, not because he was so filled with zest, but that he was so close to my food/just unsanitary circumstances in an otherwise clean environment. Annoying, creepy and I felt like crabs were crawling up my arms. She even grabs the pup from time to time to stroke it, and then she’d coincidentally stroke her hair.
During dinner she stashes her dog in a small cage nearby and he continues to make dizzying circles like a hamster on the run.
I tried to put some positive programming on the TV so that we wouldn’t get stuck into any program, so that we would get to talk to one another, but that didn’t work. She asked if I minded her releasing the dog once I finished eating and I shrugged. Of course that just turned his energy up 10 notches and again he was all over the couch in her arms in her hair and I had had enough.
I don’t know what triggered the next few minutes but she went on about how her dog was part of the family, as if it were her son, and that she slept with the dog. Then she ranted about "Well, my post said 'I have all my paperwork, current" And My response to her was Cold: Number one, "Why would I need any paperwork? What makes you think I'm ever fucking you?" and then, with my eyes on her front door “well I hope your dog can give you the orgasms you’re looking for“
I slip my sneakers on grabbed my cell phone and I couldn’t wait to get back to life as usual. A $35 lesson is all this turned out to be. Sure, I might have had her live out her remaining 50-yr old “80s groupie fantasies” on my unused dick, but considering how that was such a mental uphill climb for me, I left that house relieved, with my foot on the accelerator. I couldn’t help thinking that failed date she experienced was onto something! But even that thought was brushed away by the wind of i-285. I cut on my Pandora. And Just focused on my agenda moving forward. A few hours of lost time to make up for. Stick to the script. Okay Nipsey...
“Legendary self-made progress, last time that I checked ... First get the money, then respect...
Then the power, and the hoes come next”
In that order
My Story: Building, Re-Establishing Credit & My 50k HeadStart
Posted by Relentless on July 29th, 2019
I feel like we all go through life floating, grabbing onto resources, and when we get a grip, if we get lucky...
if we have guidance and leadership then we can claim stability.
If you are fortunate as I am, and if the world at large was able to grab you by the coat tail... if some system embraced or hooked you or if the hand of God reached into your life to press pause, to force you into a Matrix, enabling you to soul-search and to double-down on what is important, to recognize what your life‘s purpose is, and perhaps it all enlightens you to develop the blueprint in achieving that purpose, even then you still may not have access to the information that will secure you, that will drive in fuel you, or that will sustain you through your ventures, your risk-taking and ultimately your success. Speaking for myself, there has never been a school class, teacher, leader or even a book that has grabbed me and taught me about credit. Not until the last couple of years have I learned all that it takes to be free, to be happy, and to feel fulfilled.
Sure, you can live off the earth on some mountain, fishing and hunting and being a free spirit. Yes! That is surely possible and the practice in and of itself is fulfilling, just to know that as a human being you have survival skills and you need nothing from nobody in order to live a full life. Plenty of people live this way; low-tech, off social media... some bartender job that keeps them paid and happy and out of harms way. But in our diplomatic, civil world of checks and balances, if you plan to progress, advance, succeed, contribute and claim a piece of this dynamic, you will need to have a strong financial portfolio. If you want your child to live in a peaceful habitat around other peaceful kids, able to study under peaceful circumstances, then you will need to have AAA credit. If you need an operation, a new job, a new car, or even to open a bank account, it would serve you to at least have a median credit score without a whole heap of "dings." And as for increase, you want real estate holdings, multiple revenue streams that are founded with products and services that feed people information, inspiration, entertainment and the schematics on how to live better in the world we know today. And that’s just what it is: if you’re a basketball player you hopefully have talents and skills that entertain an audience. If you’re an actor or a singer then you hopefully have a skill set that inspires, entertains and makes people dance or at least keeps their heart beating with a smile on their face. If you are a teacher or a lecturer then you hopefully inspire others and motivate others to move forward in purpose and fuel their dreams.
But even if you’re doing all of that, you need a roof over your head, a vehicle or the means by which to get to and fro, and finally if you care, you want the extras that help with your sound health, as well as the comforts that put clothes on your back and food in your stomach.
This master plan was one that I had to learn on my own by trial & error, even with all of the leadership in my circle. Whether you are a Reverend, a teacher, a businessman or some community leader in my life, there has never been the accumulative of all resources (all at once) at my doorstep, in my inbox or in person, embracing me, telling me “brother sit down I need to tell you the most important things in life.” Oh yes, my mentors have indeed spilled the tea. They have indeed invested and have helped in some way shape or form. But I am absolutely clear that no one effort or initiative has grabbed me up to say “this is how it’s done.”
I am evermore clear at this point in my life that this is why am here. I’m here to be the most resourceful man you’ve ever known. I have touched many of you for a moment or for a long time, and although it has not been clear and defined as to why I am in your life, it should be that way now. Even if you hafta deal with me at a distance, I'm good with it. The info is yours to use in the quest to better your life. Don't get all goofy, with the whole "I'm not talkin to him because of this this and that. Yadda, yadda, yabba-dabba do" You shouldn't tie your feelings up and cause such blockage! lol. I'm okay and you're okay, and we all want to experience joy and progress and success in our lives. Whatever is holding you back, get over it. You should know that this is why I am here. You should know that I am all about your healthy mind and body. I am all about you building, maintaining, sustaining, and ensuring success. I am all about your sound finances, residual income streams and peace of mind in your life. Maybe I haven’t been clear in the past, floating on my famous magic carpet. Maybe I haven’t defined it all in one meeting. Maybe I was moving too fast or you were moving too fast or we were just two ships crossing in the night. No matter that, I am clear now.
During the next few posts I intend to drop some science to further this initiative. But in the meantime I want to start hearing now, I want to be affirmative with certain tools that will advance you even while you’re learning from me.
In this diagram, detailed for you is how the world of banking and resources and finances sees you. This data that you provide to the world paints a picture of who you are, how you were disciplined, and how secure you are in your life. Sure, you might be mentally sound and spiritually intact, and you might also earn an income and want for nothing. But in terms of progress, and on the grand scale of things you might want to ask yourself are you doing the most that you can while you’re here on this earth. You might be asking yourself are you as resourceful as you could possibly be in your life, amongst your friends and family, in the whole equation we know as your existence.
I have met so many people who could care less and who think they know it all, who are smug and who have never been faced with a significant emotional event… A reality check that calls to question their financial well-being. I can’t tell you the amount of people who I’ve asked questions of, like the entitled kids I'd Uber in Atlanta's wealthy neighborhoods. I'd ask: "how is your FICO score?" Or, “how is your business credit?”
In some cases their parents hooked them up. Some folks, for one reason or another, are fortunate enough to get a check every month. In some cases they had a willy-nilly exclamation. And in other cases they just didn’t care. I even had a woman tell me, "I don't need credit... I'm not supposed to have it." I firmly believe that at some point in our lives we are called to the table and forced to face the music. It may be in your 20s when you fall in love, your 30s when you have children and want to own your own home, or in your 40s when you get divorced and suddenly become an "Empty Nester." Hell, if you screwed up for a series of decades and you are in your 50s or 60s there’s no better time than the present!
So while I compile my schedule of posts over the next two weeks, I want to begin with showing you how you are looked upon by the world of finance and credit. The diagram above says it all.
Now while there are services and professionals who can fix a lot of this pie and puzzle, such as payment history, age of credit, amount of inquiries, and your mix of credit, the one equally big chunk of it all (the biggest chunk) is based on your discipline and how you use the resources that you manage. Yes indeed you start out with access to resources! Whether it’s you being offered a credit card when you’re leaving high school and entering college or if you got some sort of gift and your parents cosign something for you early on. Or maybe you're like me and suddenly land a quarter-million dollar book deal for a series of your hot ideas. Whatever the case, everyone gets that first pass of "trust" where some institution or individual affords you a "leap of faith." We will trust you until you muck it up!
So look, 30% of your CREDIT profile is considered “utilization“. And without further ado, I want to increase your credibility and lower your utilization in one fell swoop by sharing this $10,000 resource with you. I implore you to grab this program for yourself and within a matter of months (even as you’re reading my posts and putting my information to work) you will see a change to your personal credit score. Your credibility will increase, and your utilization will lower. You will have no choice in the matter, especially if you follow my instructions.
Now: as for these links, they are for you to ESTABLISH CREDIT, not to buy all their products! You're gonna keep your spending below 10%, and you're going to eventually ask them for an increase. Again, these are not for spending, just for credit building. Pay the membership fee on My Jewler's Club and Hutton Chase, and your Fingerhut account is free to set up.
Click the link, sign up for this program and feel free to email me questions or post comments that you have about this process. We’re gonna move together step by step, but we’re going to start together right now. We’re going to build your 800-plus credit score beginning now. No more procrastination, your family’s Greatness begins right now.
ALSO: Because you asked to make money with me: first three to enroll are invited to our next dinner party including a very special celebrity guest, if we copy of my latest book, and a free consultation for your business, marketing and/or publishing initiatives.
When Murphy Comes Callin’
Posted by Relentless on May 10th, 2019
So here’s the thing, when Murphy comes calling, you will have no clue from which direction he comes, at what time of the day, or with how much intensity. But know this: Murphy is coming. In fact Murphy sometimes wears a disguise, impersonating a best friend, even a part of that friend's dilemmas. All of the sudden your friend's dilemmas interrupt your flow. And that’s Murphy at work.
I’ve gotten so used to Murphy visiting me that I no longer get discouraged or frightened, nor do I panic. It has become a learned process to just enjoy how this dude continues to try to knock me down. But I’ve become so skilled at bouncing back that I feel I know Murphy personally. I feel when he comes around it’s to humor me. It’s to try me. It’s to test and challenge the man that I am. Murphy comes and throws a wrench in your plans. Murphy comes and delays the greatest resources in your life. Murphy is all up in your veins and can cause illness when you least expect it. Murphy’s in your bank account and in your relationships. Murphy is entirely knowledgeable of your vehicle and how its performing; the warnings BEFORE the warnings are on his list.
I guess what I’m saying is that life has its ups and downs and it’s not a matter of if the downs are coming it’s when.
So the downs are coming, and you must prepare, you must be vigilant, and you must bounce back. Murphy, wherever you are, whatever you’re wearing, wherever you’re hiding, just know that I’m here to stay, I already wupped you dozens of times and I'm still here! And that I know you’re in charge of the chaos? So you're in plain sight! But I am in charge of how I react, and I’m expecting you and I’m ready to have more fun next time around. BRING IT!
DO YOU REMEMBER?
Stumbled Past One of my Older Interviews
Posted by Relentless on April 24th, 2019
Our Monstrous Reality
Posted by Relentless on April 22nd, 2019
Sometimes it feels as if the rest of the world is surreal, and that my own world is the only real thing I’m in control of. Oh sure, I can control everyone and everything else by simply hitting a switch, shutting down notifications or even pulling the plug. If I wanna get jazzy about it I can still be entertained by the digital world; click on the Pandora or my jailbroken firestick and there’s my partial great escape. But to shut it down all together is the greatest escape. Go out and mow the lawn or play with the flowers... pick up the weights or head down to my makeshift gym in the basement...
But even with that Godlike skill of shutting everybody out, somewhere in the back of my mind...
in the deepest part of my soul there is pain and misery and dysfunction that I’ve disassociated myself from. Yes this disconnect is about survival but it’s also about sanity. Do I care? Hell yeah I care! But I also know that it’s a longshot for me to be able to fix any of it. Its an even longer shot to imagine or to realize the alternative/others perhaps living in my vortex. Living the way I live. It’s unreasonable to think that you are going to believe in and follow my blueprint. There’s no way you’re going to eat the way I do, breathe the way I do, sleep the way I do, work the way I do and ultimately arrive here, now, 54 years later... in this happy space, and still inspired despite all. For sure the infrastructure of the world is the most pressing priority. Neck and neck with that reality, there is the human dilemma of how we commune, cohabitate and interact. We do this directly and distinctively, and we do it indirectly with mechanical devices, machines and with our technology. We're turned into cowards in this way, disinterested in facing the music in person. No accountability. When I think about it all, how it all spins in some freakish turbine, with such viral calculation, both perfect and imperfect, i’m reminded that all of this mess is executed on yet another monstrous reality. I sometimes think we all forget how we all still coexist on this spinning rock that at any given instant can shift and self-destruct. Yes we are all spinning, and we are all spinning on something else that is spinning. No matter how you slice it, whether you choose to acknowledge it or not, whether you claim a part of it or not, the mysteries, the joys, the perils, the marvels, the miracles, the pandemonium... The births and the deaths... all of it will go on regardless of how you feel, and regardless of whether you interact or engage. So in the end there is still your choice to care for your own sanity and well-being.
Yes, you are expected to contribute. But no, you are not expected to contribute to a fault. March forth my loves, my children, my friends and fans; move with great energy and stealth awareness. Be driven to achieve more and to experience increase. Never allow yourself to surrender to laziness and loss. Believe in your mind and be determined that you can cope and deal and master this thing we call life.
God bless you.
My Song of The Morning
IMPORTANT SHIT I SAY
Posted by Relentless on April 22nd, 2019
TODAY - Saturday, April 20, 2019
In fact, we create stories in our minds that just aren’t real. They may be real from your perspective, which in a selfish sense is all that matters. But the other side of the “story” is how that other person sees life. That perspective may be twisted, inspired, confused, but thats all based on that other persons framework and the narrative they’ve created for themselves, for their mindstate. And really, we need to understand and respect the other persons perspective because that is communication at its best. Overall, go in thinking that “Everything is gonna be alright” (Hence the BobMarley perspective), and just move forward peacefully, with a resolution as an ending. Everything doesn’t hafta be like the movies. Perspectives are everything
SIDE NOTE: I'm amazed at how some people can be sloppy drunk, wreaking of alcohol, but with thoughts still as crisp and relevant as the air we breathe
Talking about so called "Gentrification"
Our Sexy Mess
So this post on LinkedIn... I’m puzzled when one of you (with a platform) shouts “Beauty, happiness, female empowerment and self-esteem,” all of it while you undress for us. To be clear, I LOVE BLACK WOMEN & THEIR FEMALE BLESSINGS. But while men seek to affirm their “self-esteem” or happiness or empowerment, we’re not undressing or use male anatomy to affirm the same. (Not talking about weightlifters or fitness gurus) So... is undressing and exposing body parts and being “proud” to be sexual in public really “female empowerment? Because I thought that was all about how you perform and interact as a human being with equal rights, not how much ass u got. I don’t think that “flashing” and/or being exhibitionists add up to the way to praise your self-esteem. Can it show me how BOLD you are? Can it show me how you DGAF, of course there’s that. But trying to rationalize the want or need to undress for us? Thoughts? School me, please. #notaprude #fanofthefannies #proporn
From Oprah’s Mouth – “I Have Not Waivered”
Posted by Relentless on April 16th, 2019
LEAVING NEVERLAND has got many Michael Jackson fans and haters in an tizzy. Half of us have conspiracy theories "Oh he just likes kids" "oh he just never had a childhood". And the other half of us can see thru the bullshit. Half of us believe that Michael's celebrity status protected and insulated him; the other half believes that dead or alive, "MJ is the biggest pedophile on Earth. And he died just in time before Social Media could eat him whole.
Well, altho Oprah's been wrong in the past, she's grown more aware than I've even seen her and I'm riding with her.
Below is the link to her appearance on Trevor Noah's DailyShow where she doubles down "I have not wavered." Even tho MJ supporters have created rumors to say she changed her mind, even tho there are efforts to remove these facts from the internet, I'm sharing this for all those who need some truth in their lives. Face the music; during a certain period in MJ's life, he became a creep... a prodator, and thats just unfortunate. But deal with it