Refocus Your Life

What will it take for you to allow your happiness to take over?  What do you need to feel to allow your blessings to reach around and hug you as though you truly love yourself?

In my personal opinion, not knowing you have a divine purpose or not knowing what your passion is can be ignorantly blissful, but knowing what your passion is and not hitting the ground running with it or not knowing how to carry it out is painful. Knowing you have a passion and purpose but not making the effort to understand what it is is detrimental to your sanity.

Reach deep into your mind, passed your third eye and bless your future with a sense of purpose.  Allow me to share my words of wisdom with you.  The space will be the embers that will light the fire of your future.

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“I fear waking up one day and being in full realization of a wasted life. I fear not having to ability or strength to encourage a change. Bitterness is a disease that so many of us have and are willing to share with everyone in our lives. Those around us who want to do better are to disassociate themselves with the “Negative Nancies” in our lives for fear of our dreams being shot down like there is a bullseye on our backs.”

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Updates & New Blog: Privilege, Power & the Significance of Control

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I know I have been MIA as of late but I PROMISE I am working on some awesome new stuff!!!! Thank you all for your support thus far and I will be sharing soon!

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#BankBlack #BuyBlack #TRUSTBLACK

#BankBlack #BuyBlack #TRUSTBLACKSo I had a conversation about opening an account at One United Bank,

which has been said to be the largest black owned bank in the country. For some time, I had been looking for a black bank to open an account with and I heard Charlamagne (from The Breakfast Club) and Angela Rye (Political Commentator, etc.) discussing this one day on The Breakfast Club on Power 105.1. Killer Mike was also referenced because the initiative became a movement to #bankblack. m

I had a very smooth process opening the account online and got an ATM card with a black person holding up a fist on it, so I was all in! I was so excited by my account and the initiative and I didn’t even think about the fact that there were reviews. I got my direct deposit set up because it was free with direct deposit and I was set.

Yesterday I was telling a friend about it and the first thing she said to me was that it had horrible reviews that made her think twice about opening the account. Here is where my concern came from. I have been working in banking since March of 2007, right on the cusp of The Great Recession. It seems as though everyone HAS a bank account but hates banks, almost as though we have no other options. The problem is we know these commercial banks are awful and discriminate and take part in redlining and other illegal activity against non-wealthy people yet we are never concerned about that. I Googled the reviews for One United and it said stuff like “Customer Service was awful” and “My debit card was late” and I also looked up JP Morgan Chase and the first thing I saw was the class action suits filed against the bank. Personally, I’d rather bank with someone who was a little late on a debit card as opposed to someone who lost a suit because they were doing something illegal but that’s just me.

Which brings me to my point.

Why are we so quick to judge each other, but not the very people who we consider to be oppressing us? Why is it that we will not spend money with our own people but purchase things from individuals who publicly say they don’t want Black people wearing or owning their products?  Why do we ask for discounts from Black entrepreneurs trying to build themselves up but would never do that with non-black business owners?  Why would we complain about a $8 book with a black child’s face on it, but happily spend $300 on a belt?

There are so many examples of US not trusting US, but I just want to know WHY?  I’m curious to know what the thought process is. Why do we cry #blackexcellence and say “Financial Freedom’s our only hope”, yet we do nothing to make this happen?  I remember seeing a flyer that discussed “boycotting Black Friday” and I have asked before and I will ask again, why would we boycott Black Friday as opposed to shopping in our own communities?  Why would we continue to bank where we are mistreated?  WHY DO WE CONTINUE ASKING FOR JUSTICE FROM PEOPLE WHO EVIDENTLY DO NOT WANT TO TREAT US WITH RESPECT?

Click here to see the most informative, raw video about the truth on Police Brutality and you tell me if we should be asking for justice or equality.  I’ll wait….

Okay, so now that you have watched that, please understand that even white people who have the best intentions benefit from white privilege.  The bubble of white privilege allows people to look at people of color and say that slavery is over and that Black people  need to get over it, especially because we were not actually slaves.  But they will not look at the death, discrimination and the blatant disrespect.  No one talks about the 13th Amendment and how all it did was change the word from “slave” to “inmate” (cuz why did jail verbiage have to be included in the abolishment of slavery in the first place?  Why couldn’t they just have the freeing of the slaves in the amendment and if they felt so strongly add a separate one for being convicted of a crime?)

But back to my original thought.

I would like to focus on acknowledging what makes us value white society as opposed to black society, even though we realize things such as #blackexcellence, #blackgirlmagic & #melaninpoppin.  Why do we research black banks, but open banks accounts for others simply because they have a table outside the gym?  How many of us would complain about a Black woman selling a bag for $300 but use tax money they get for Earned Income Credit or Child Care to purchase a bag for double (or triple) that price from Louis Vuitton?

This post is not to judge, but hopefully we will recognize the choices we make in the hopes that we can build towards a greater future.

Adding Stamps to Your Soul Like a Passport

Adding Stamps to Your Soul Like a PassportMy son told me that Hurricane Harvey reminded him of Noah’s Ark.

My son is 5 years old and I make it my best effort to keep his mind open and free and fun, without clouding it with prejudices and hate.  I am at a point in my life where I want him to be proud of his blackness, but I also feel that the separations of black and white sometimes adds to the disconnect that both sides have.  At times, society assumes that “white pride” equates to racism and “black pride” equates to the struggle and the protest. Neither side is allowed to love themselves without being judged for that love.  So I am caught between involving him in the struggle by emphasizing his pride in his blackness and trying to allow him to be the change I want to see in the world without giving him any head starts on my opinions.

One thing that I have always said is that my issue has never been with white people.  My issue is with the negativity associated with “white supremacy” and the effects that comes along with the bubble of “white privilege”.  I believe that I struggle with this concept wholeheartedly because of my love for humanity on a grand scale.  It is an internal struggle because I feel the emotions of those around me so strongly. I feel so assaulted by hate and discrimination that my fight becomes about discrimination against those who are deemed to have no voice.  In our society, that is people of color, women, people who are part of the LGBT community, and now more recently immigrants and Muslims, to name a few.

However, in my journeys of self discovery, I cannot help but realize that the fight we are having is cosmically and eternally bigger than the color of our skin.  When we consider the fierceness of the world we live in, we realize just how trivial deciding that one person is better than the other because of their complexion, race, gender, sexual orientation, etc., really is.

Mother Nature is surely ready to remind us.

Hurricane Harvey devastated parts of Texas in a way no protest or march had the ability to.  Hurricane Irma destroyed 90% of an entire island and has now moved to parts of Florida putting streets fiercely under water.  The 8.2 earthquake in Mexico sent people flying in the air.  However, the United States of America has been under tremendous [man made] pressure since the election of Donald Trump as president, bringing the venom of white supremacy, neo-nazists and KKK members to a head like a dog whistle.  The most painful thing about this is that not all human beings considered to be of white background feel this way.  In fact the only person that died in the protest was a young white woman fighting for the rights of humanity to stand together equally.

But the pain that we are feeling is humanity.  Each person suffers the burden of owning a conscious and having to answer to it, while indulging at times with the dances of the devil.  Some of us enjoy things in life that are considered sinful by whatever religion you are part of and eventually made to answer for those choices, whether in your own subconscious or with an organization of people ready to judge your mistakes.  Many of us have lost hope and essentially lost the dedication to the Creator because of that judgement.  We lose the dedication to the Creator based on the interactions with other humans on their own quest to God.  How we are treated in society allows our minds full of free will to lose hope in God simply because another human is able to get into our heads like Freddy Krueger.

Mother Nature is the gateway to God and will ALWAYS remind us of her universal and cosmic power that is bigger and badder than any man could ever possess.

Our respect for one another should be based on the admiration we have for the Creator and what we want out of the life we are blessed with.  No race, gender, color, sexual orientation, religion, etc., is immune to death.  No one can calculate their death because even for people who try to take their life, if God is not ready for you, you will not die no matter how hard you try.

For a 5 year old to understand the concept of the connection between what is going on in the world and comparing a hurricane to an event in religious history, as a grownup society, we are failing.  How we cannot see that this is bigger than our petty differences, which are not even actual differences, is beyond me.  It breaks my heart to see my people so broken for a made up hatred that leads people to be so separated that connections that are supposed to happen cosmically may not even be able to happen.  I was not raised to conform to organized religion, but I do believe that the devil is a liar and his intention is to confuse.  His intention is for you to give in to your diseased desires to taint your soul.  I wholeheartedly believe in a soul and I believe the choices you make throughout whatever journey you are on adds stamps to your soul like a passport.

Be a believer or not, but you cannot discount the experiences you have.

Change your thought process.  Change how you treat people.  Change how you treat animals and nature.  Change how you treat yourself.  Appreciate the process.  Love yourself.  Love your temple.  Bless your temple.  Meditate.  Sit alone.  Hug your children.  Call the people you love.  FORGIVE.  FORGET.  Possess spirituality.  SMILE.  LAUGH. LIVE like it is your last day on Earth.  Love as you have never loved and as though you may never again.  Marinate in every moment, because every moment that passes will never come back around. Judge no one and understand that every ounce of love you deliver is coursing through every atom of your body even when you think you are giving it to someone else.  Use your body as a vehicle of power to ensure that the world is better tomorrow than it was yesterday.  Use your mind to ensure YOU are better tomorrow than you were yesterday.  BE better every second you have a breath.

Banking While Black – Part 1: The Beginning, Post 1865 and The Ice Age Mentality

Banking While Black – Part 1: The Beginning, Post 1865 and The Ice Age Mentality
Black people do not like money.

I have said this before and I will say it again.  I do not care what anyone says to me and I do not care how badly you want to prove me wrong.  Just because you like to make and spend money does not mean you like it.  I am sure someone is rolling their eyes and possibly you are at the point where you want to stop reading this bull.  Hopefully you will take the opportunity to make it to the end to understand what I mean.

The Barter System is a foundational African system.  If you have something that your neighbor wants and your neighbor has something that you want, you would switch.  The abundance of everything on the continent of Africa, (all over), leads to greed being primarily unnecessary.  As humans, each of us has a God-given, born talent and as we share our talents, everyone has the ability to be successful.  In present times, I see people who are good at politics, music, clothing and cooking to name a few and I consider the question – why is money of any significance?  Do not think about how much you enjoy spending money, do not think about what you deserve for working so hard, do not think about what you need to do to leave a great legacy.  Think about the actual purpose of money.  Not too certain, are you?

Take That Paycheck and Pay for Your Housing

You work for 40 hours and they tell you that the job you work for, no matter how hard you work is worth, lets say $15 an hour.  You, as an individual, will spend a certain amount of hours doing work for someone else, making them wealthy, and they will give you a paycheck.  You will take that paycheck and pay for your housing, food, clothes, kids school, etc.  How many of you can raise your hand to agree that $40,000 is a living that can be used comfortably with taxes taken out and bill being paid?  I know I certainly cannot.  So let us rewind 152 years and just get a bit of a history lesson on black people and working in this country.

On May 9th, 1865, black slaves in America were considered to be free, against the wishes of Southerners looking to secede from the North. It became “illegal” to own a slave (unless they are duly convicted of a crime of course, 13th Amendment in black and white – no pun intended).  Black people felt a sense of freedom the moment they found out they were no longer to be considered property of white families.  Then reality sets in.  The former black slaves looked around at each other and wondered instantly “where am I going to go?  How am I going to take care of myself and my family”?  The generation of Africans had become the generation of Black Americans and of course at this time they could no longer just go back to Africa.  They were in a place unknown for anything but the enslavement of their bodies, minds and souls.

Okay, so their slave master walked over to them, congregating and discussing what to do next.  He knows that due to the fact that they have not left that they are trying to figure out where to go.  He says to them “So I know y’all are free now, but I also know y’all have nowhere to go.  So I am here to give y’all a break.  Y’all can stay on my land and I will pay y’all.  I will feed and cloth y’all and we will square away the payment at the end of the crop season”.  Ah, yes, that sounds like a great idea, they thought!  We do not have to go anywhere and we will get paid now for what we already know how to do!  And we are free!  So life continues, business as usual, and payment day comes around.  Your old master, now employee, says “Okay, so here is what you have earned minus food, clothing, room & board, and of course taxes, actually, I am showing here that you owe me some money, but don’t worry, we will just add that onto next years crop and you can work a little harder to make up for it.” THAT IS CALLED SHARECROPPING (and modern day overtime!).

Let me translate that into 2017.  You work 40 hours a week and make $15 an hour, getting a paycheck every two weeks.  You may be a two parent household, single mother, single father or one or the other with no children.  Regardless of what you are, you have your own struggles.  Regardless, with that paycheck, you are bringing home $1,200 every two weeks, $2,400 a month (before taxes).  You probably spend close to $1,000 for your rent, $100 for Con Edison (if you turn off your air conditioning and heat), $500 for everything car related, a couple hundred for your credit card bills, $100 for your cell phone, like $300 for food… HOLD ON, thats $2,400 BEFORE TAX, which means that if you have 40% taken out for tax ($960) and an additional $300 taken out for the chump change you put in your 401K and your medical/dental/vision plan, life insurance, etc., hold on, your paycheck is $1,140 and your bills according to what I just wrote add up to $2,200, so you have to cut back.  Your rent is kinda non-negotiable, but you juggle your bills and pay that late fee that your landlord proposes if you pay after the 10th, opt for the bus and trade in your car, stop paying your credit cards and ruin your credit (gotta do what you gotta do, get a prepaid phone for $30 a month and make ramen noodles or get McDonald’s (value menu) for dinner every night. Whew, you now have… $50 extra to your name, to last you until the next time you get paid.  How do you put a couple of extra dollars in your pocket?  Work 50 hours instead of 40, cuz you have to take care of your family and make up for being short for the bills that came due this month.

Maybe you think I am being dramatic.  Maybe you think what I am saying is an exaggeration and that as long as you work hard you will reach the point of success by climbing the corporate ladder of success.  Yay, how has that been working for the MAJORITY of us?  Yea, not too well at all, but WHY?

What is money and why was it created?

Cave Man Syndrome or the Ice Age Syndrome (let me say this, this part is most definitely not an insult, it is a result of Mother Nature, but anyway) shows that the people living during the Ice Age did not have all of the resources they needed to survive.  The one’s who did held onto their resources for dear life and whoever was going to convince them to share needed a damn good bargaining tool.  Ahh, sales people, those car sales people!  You leave out of the car dealership with a car and all the fix-ins, how did that happen?  You didn’t even go in intending to get a car!  But as with the people trying to get something out of their neighbor during the ice age, convincing a fish to buy air became so important.  Not only did you need to convince them to buy NOW, you had to convince them to keep coming back.  They could not barter because the mentality was that no one had enough of anything to continuously share among each other.  Somehow, through the years, the concept of currency took over completely.  The idea that money equals status became King.

As I am writing this, I am trying to figure out exactly HOW money took over.  Like, I cannot even find the words to understand it.  The logical solution for lacking something would be to trade what you have for what you want, but I suppose that would continuously keep everyone one the same level and on the same playing field.  The fear of the Ice Age mentality taking over caused them to crave control and led to the mental manipulation over the people they wanted to control.  Creating an economy with imaginary money that everyone craves because having an abundance of items feeds the human ego.  [Money is 100% about control]

So I say again, Black people do not like money because we do not understand it.  There has never been a time in history where we have needed to partake in the illusion of money – until 1865.  To introduce a people to a concept that is completely foreign to their DNA AND THEN make then feel inferior without it is completely confusing.  Not only is it not part of our DNA, but due to the fact that Black people have never had the chance to recover from slavery, nor have they had a chance to separate themselves from sharecropping, money FEELS GOOD TO HAVE, but apparently not to understand.

Let me say this, money controls white people MORE THAN it controls black people.  White people, racist or not, cannot live without the cushion of money.  They are born with it and continue to make it grow through one of the biggest illusions called the Stock Market (if your money can “disappear” how can you call it real?).  We wonder, how we can get out of this pit called oppression?  I can guarantee you that the best way to get out of this pit called oppression is to understand how to control money.  There is nothing that will speak to white people better than the threat of their money being affected.  NOTHING, not our education, not our unity, not our anger, not our silence, not our protest, if you want a chance at respect, become a financial EXPERT

Banking While Black – Part 2: Post Trump & On the Cusp of Charlottesville, What Are We Going to Do Now? 

 

My Righteous Journey BACK to Self

My Righteous Journey BACK to Self
So I wrote a blog about not watching the news, but I used to watch it every day.

I used to wake up every morning and put my television on ch. 12 (because that is the station that had my local news).  At that time, I was also very vocal about things such as saying Nigga (as a term of endearment), saying Indian instead of Native American (especially if you were saying you were one) and other things of that nature.  I got a lot of push back and I had a lot of people whose eyes would glaze over when my passionate speeches would start.  I remember I got into a heated argument with a girl (actually a very close friend of mine) of Peruvian and Middle Eastern background who felt it was okay to use the word Nigga, even though she didn’t consider herself to be black.  Whew, it was at work in the teller area of the bank and I lit into her.  I let her know that she should not use the word because she would not admit her “of color” background (although I am not a fan of anyone using the word) and then I informed her that the Middle Eastern epithet was actually “sand nigger” (which many people don’t know).

I began feeling lost.

My father is amazing at what he did, but I did not feel strong enough to be able to handle what he handles.  He can handle being threatened with bodily harm and even being hated by his own people at times.  I felt sensitive, unable to keep my emotions from bubbling up throughout my body to take over my common sense (I have since come to realize that it is, in fact, my sensitivity that allows me to be unique in my approach).  I was very torn, because not only was I a strong activist and very particular with my conversations, I am a woman, very light skinned and had a relaxer (not anymore!).  I confused people and with the way our society and community is set up, people of color are quick to judge someone if they are not “black enough”.  I speak what is considered “proper (standard) English” and grew a vast vocabulary due to my love of reading.  So I was different.  I was well aware of the plight of black people and never judged anyone’s situation because I understood how we got to the places where we are, even if I could not partake in it.

But even through all that, I KNEW that I was going to be an activist, until… people began attacking my father on Facebook.  At this point, he had become very well known because of the documentary Hidden Colors that he was in and social media was really taking off, so people have to ability to judge from behind a computer screen.  One person in particular (a few, but the worst one) made it so that I stayed up all hours of the night fighting with dumb people.  And I nearly lost my mind.  I hated the community for trying to bring down a man who dedicated every atom in his body to his people, people who didn’t appreciate him and didn’t even know him!

I deactivated my Facebook and Instagram, stopped watching the news and vowed to only speak unending love and positivity into the world.  I made the mistake of watching the altercation with Sandra Bland and quickly took hold of that before I went off the rails.  I was good and content, completely empty with regards to my purpose, but I was CALM.

I stopped educating people.  I stopped enlightening people.  I stopped BEING MYSELF.  But I didn’t care because I had a new family and that is ALL that mattered!  When Donald Trump became the 45th president of the United States of America, I REFUSED to become involved.  The only time I watched the news was when I walked into the kitchen of my job and the only news I really absorbed was the Front Page News on The Breakfast Club on the radio station Power 105.1.  Other than that, I was AWARE but not INVOLVED.

And then Saturday happened.

I went to visit my parents (news lovers) and it was all over.  I sat in my mother’s seat and watch as they played the events over and over and over and over.  And I lost my content-ness.  I lost my complacency.  I lost my comfortability.  Even nerve in my body was alive as I watch hundreds of white, racist, evil “people” march with tiki torches screaming that they were going to take back their land (that they stole from Native Americans by the way).  I had to go back to work that Monday in a place where the black and brown people could be counted on two hands and some of the non-melanated people only talk to us if they need something.  As I was walking to the bathroom, I envision myself running down the hall and out the building the way that man did in the movie Get Out.  It is hard, because there are a number of white people at my job that I really like and with the world that we live in, commingling is sometimes tense.

Something very important that my dad taught me is that not everyone is ready or willing to hear what I have to say. Not everyone is willing to be “woke”.  But the people who are will listen. So I have to stop focusing on the people whose eyes would glaze over and start focusing on the people whose eyes light up!

Angela Rye is really helping me.  She doesn’t know me, but her story is a kinda similar to mine and it feels good to have someone to relate to.  She is a black woman who was judged and made to feel not black enough because of her hair and complexion, who was primarily baffled because her father raised her to be aware.  She is her father’s child and does not apologize for it.  At this point, I am on edge, immensely, but more importantly, I want us to win.  I have come to truly realize if you are silent about your purpose, you are robbing the world.