Day 8: Knowing Thy Power Helps in Destroying The Obstacles

January 8, 2016January 3, 2016 / EYHCS

If my words are powerful enough to create, it bears to reason my words are just as powerful to destroy. Keep talking.

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Day 7: The Duality of Boundaries

January 7, 2016January 3, 2016 / EYHCS

Boundaries are designed, created, erected, or installed for one of two purposes. Boundaries either keep something out or to keep something within.

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Day 6: A Blind Target

January 6, 2016January 3, 2016 / EYHCS

Operating and making decisions where the supporting witness is the infamous “they” is like being an assassin with an unknown target.

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Day 5: Mentally Frozen

January 5, 2016January 3, 2016 / EYHCS

The people perish not for a lack of knowledge, but for a lack of action. In-action is sometimes worse than no action.

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Day 4: The Mental Course of Success & Failure

January 4, 2016January 3, 2016 / EYHCS

Epix

There are two types of people. The first type always seeks out the mistakes. The second type always seeks out the solutions. One of these will always succeed. The other will always have a reason why they did not.

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Day 3: Trap Doors

January 3, 2016 / EYHCS

Stop asking me to visit people’s minds. Understanding why people do, say, or think the way they do is a complicated process. And, let’s be honest: some people’s minds are mazes, some are dungeons, but they all have trap doors.

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Day 2: A Great Experience

January 2, 2016 / EYHCS

NYE Dinner

2016 began in the only way it could, I imagine… I so love unintended staging.

This morning after bringing in the New Year in a new fashion, I had breakfast with some new friends. My bill came to $6.66. The very presence of the number brought forth the expected commentary. I silently thought, the futurists will have a field day with this one. How does it change after the tariff for service is paid?

Sometimes, a number is just a number. Sometimes it is not.

Without dissecting the outerworld implications of my first meal of the New Year, here is what I know: I left with a full stomach, a full wallet, and a great experience!

Happy New Year 2016!

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Day 1: An Interview with 2016 with a Cameo from 2010

January 1, 2016January 1, 2016 / EYHCS

2016: Looking back over your life, what are you looking forward to in the New Year?

EYHCS: That is an excellent question. <Ponders the question with a reflective countenance>

2016: Do you have an excellent answer?

EYHCS: Yes. <Replies with a dead and stark countenance>

2016: <fully engaged with hips seated at the front of the lounge chair> Care to share?

EYHCS: <continuing to be display a coy demeanor> Sure.

EYHCS: Change, affirmation, and fulfillment of promises are what I am looking forward to in the New Year.

2016: Wow, you don’t shy away from the complex, do you? <Centers left hand across chests in a faux humble fashion>

EYHCS: Never have and never will.

2016: How would you characterize 2015?

EYHCS: At times it was akin to Jack Nicholson from A Few Good Men with “You can’t handle the truth”. At other times it was akin to Rafiki from the Lion King with “Simba, he’s alive!” And, as the year drew to an close, it was Neo from the Matrix with, “I am going to hang up this phone and show the people what you don’t want them to see. The rest I leave up to you!”

2016: Any special resolutions for the New Year?

EYHCS: Not really. I am just grateful to be of sound mind and body after the last several years of testing and trying I have undergone.

2016: What type of testing and trying? How do you define testing and trying?

EYHCS: The simplest definition is the easiest definition. I have been tested mentally, spiritually, emotionally, physically, psychologically, and physiologically.

2010: I was there.

2016: How so?

2010: I saw it all unfold. Yet, I could not intervene. It was a battle required to define, affirm, and confirm her true character. I knew she could and would prevail. I just needed her to know the same.

EYHCS: It was hard at times. A lot of people look at me today and comment how together I seem. They don’t know how much it cost to not only appear this way, but to be this way.

2016: Cost?

EYHCS: Yes, the spiritual and mental cost. The breaking of beliefs to conquer one’s greatest fear is an enlightening and painful process. I mimicked the way Jesus’ survived and prevailed during his 40 days and nights of testing. Everything he needed to defeat external and internal enemies had already been deposited into him. So with private tears and public cheers, I marched on, until I could march out.

2016: Do you feel you’ve conquered your greatest fear?

EYHCS: Most days, I do.

2016: Willing to share it with others.

EYHCS: I feared disappointment.

2016: Disappointment?

EYHCS: Yes, disappointment. Disappointing others, disappointing myself, disappointing my ancestors <unrealistic>, disappointing my parents, and if I am honest, the disappointment of never being enough.

2016: What changed?

EYHCS: I watched my former self battle to regain control of the uncontrollable and win.

2016: How did that feel?

EYHCS: Good, no great! When the enemy saw me cower, the spirit saw me tower.

I watched mesmerized at times as obstacles became pathways. I silently praised in place as promises, visions, and dreams manifested around me and for me. I bit my tongue when necessary and raised my voice when required. I feel in love with me and I liked it! I hadn’t ever been in love with me before 2015, not really, but today I am and it’s great!

2016: Sounds like you figured some things out.

EYHCS: Some, but I have only scratched the surface.

2016: Any regrets?

EYHCS: No, this year was all about clearing up old regrets and living a life that produced no future regrets.

2016: How’s that?

EYHCS: I had to sacrifice my personal self to honor my spiritual-self several times in 2015. At times, I had to confront those who only sought the best for me, but couldn’t understand the choices I was making in how I dealt with certain situations.

2016: That sounds deep.

EYHCS: It is, but the deeper it got, the clearer it all became.

2016: Has anyone ever told you, sometimes your responses produced more questions than answers?

EYHCS: Yes.

2016: Care to add any more to that response?

EYHCS: No.

2016: Well, we’re day one in of 366 days. Care to share your plan for 2016?

EYHCS: Tried that once, the human mind could not comprehend the design.

EYHCS: So instead, in the words of one of my favorite characters, “where we’re going we don’t need any roads”!

2016: I can’t wait!

EYHCS: You don’t have to. You already know what is in store. I am the one who gets to discover it. Thank you for joining me in the journey.

2016: You’re welcome and thanks for sharing, EYHCS, it was a pleasure talking with you. Take care and see you on the other side.

EYHCS: Indeed, I pray you will {Insha’Allah}! One God, many names, and I love them all!!!

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Day 315: Speechless

November 11, 2015November 11, 2015 / EYHCS

Speechless

Very rarely does a situation, a person, a place, or thing leave me speechless. Tonight, I am speechless. I am speechless, not because I have nothing to say, but because I am not sure what I have to say should be spoken. But, I am most definitely speechless.

Did we not experience the same thing?

Did we not speak similar declarations?

Did we not live it out?

Did time erase it all from your memory?

Did the world turn over on its head this beautiful and glorious Veteran’s Day?

I know what my other side thinks, feels, and wants so desperately to reveal.

Yet, I remain speechless.

I managed one clarifying question, for which I knew the answer.

Yep, I am totally, absolutely, and dumbfounded-ly speechless.

Yes, speechless is what I am.

I am also grateful for the opportunity to be speechless and not personally affected by the events leading up to my speechlessness.

Maybe I am shocked.

Shocked might also work for what I am feeling right now.

Yet, if I were shocked, then wouldn’t it also be unexpected?

And, this is so totally expected.

Maybe I am not shocked, but perplexed.

Let’s just stick with speechless for now.

Only time, evaluation, and reflection will answer the burning question of the moment.

Just so you know, I have truly been left speechless.

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Reflection: What I Seek, I Will Have

November 6, 2015November 6, 2015 / EYHCS

A reflection moment:

We receive what we ask for.

Our asking could be direct. Our asking could be indirect. Our asking could be subliminal. Our asking could be verbal. Our asking could be nonverbal. The reward is in the asking. The secret is in the unspoken request. The gift is received when patience outweighs and outlasts conventional expectations.

Case in point, the picture accompanying this post depicts a set of beads from Ruth Chris’ Steakhouse. Those familiar with the longstanding tradition of beads exchanges realize and recognize beads are only exchanged according to quid pro quo methodology. Most often the quid pro quo involves the receiver offering the giver a flash of flesh of the personal and private areas. In fact, the bigger the beads or collection of beads, the greater the expectation is for a peep show.

Earlier tonight while out with co-workers, I had an opportunity to break expectations, traditions, and the status quo. As humans, we are conditioned to ride the white line of someone else’s expectations forgetting we dictate what happens to us. Enjoying my evening out with the girls, Tracey and James arrived at the bar. Each donned the Ruth Chris Steakhouse beads shown above around their necks. I immediately took an interest in the beads. They were unique and I like unique things. While we engaged each other I could not stop admiring the beads. The more I looked, the more I wanted the beads. The more I wanted the beads, the more the wheels started turning.

I engaged James further. James appeared to be agreeing to part with his beads. I stated I would cross the bar to relieve him of his intriguing beads. In support of my statement, I crossed the bar as promised. James elicited input from Monica another person at the bar for information and validation of payment required to transfer his beads into my possession. Monica wanted no part of it and to be quite honest neither did I, but I did want the beads.

Out of nowhere, Tracey turned around and placed his beads around my neck. No payment required. No expectation for something I was unwilling to provide. No piece of flesh or flash of skin. There was nothing, but a willingness to deliver to me what I had crossed the bar to receive from someone other than the intended giver.

Take from this what you want or what you need.

What I take and hold on to is – the mind when properly charted is strong enough to bend tradition and conventional wisdom into rewriting expectations based on ones resolve to uphold their personal truths.

Thanks for the beads Tracey. And, thanks for the reminder that I never have to be anyone, except myself and what I seek, I will have!

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Daily Prompt: The Patron Saint of Truth

October 18, 2015October 19, 2015 / EYHCS

Daily Prompt: A True Saint

The Challenge: In 300 years, if you were to be named the patron saint of X, what would you like X to be? Places, activities, objects — all are fair game.

The Delivery:

The year is 2315. The day began like every day since 2215. The clock chimed. The birds chirped. The voices below sounded off one-by-one. Today is. The expected high temperature is. The precipitation is. There will be no further interactions between citizens and officials until quarantine has been lifted. Please remember to wear your masks of truth, your badges of honor, your crests of hope, and your shields of purpose. The official announcement of the day is over. Please begin your day as you normally would. And, remember we have our installation of the Patron Saint of Truth at noon. The festivities can be viewed remotely via direct stream or through your unembedded mobile devices. We look forward to seeing you there.

… (Noon the same day)…

As humans, we are constantly trying to live up to the promise of our ancestors. Sometimes we succeed. Sometimes we fall short. In both cases, the underlining goal is to always remember our ancestors knew less than us, but gave more than us, just as we are expected to do for the next generation. We are to uphold our virtues so we honor their struggles, their advancements in science, their innovations in technology, and their successes in destroying the unrestrained pride genome deeply rooted in our culture for centuries.

Today marks a hundred years since EYHCS discovered the RNA molecules completing the genome for pride. EYHCS was known for stating, “At the brink of war the cellular composition just materialized as if an unseen force revealed it all before her eyes”. She refused to accept credit for the discovery. In fact, to this day if asked, she simply states, “it was divine intervention”. No one has ever been able to disprove her assertion, so it stands.

Now, as we install EYHCS as the Patron Saint of Truth, we revisit the words she delivered to the council 100 years ago today, ending the internal war of pride vs. greed.

“Council I have just left my lab. I did not even lock the door out of fear my delay could offset the tenuous balance between word vs. deed. I was hard at work looking for the final gene to break the code on pride. We have all watched our society’s infrastructure slowly fall into decomposition from the internal war of pride, grandstanding, and false goodwill. I made a promise to the creator to never fall into the trap. I ate from the leftovers of the citizens. I drink from the rivers of the Earth. I watched our citizens turn on each other. I watched our society crumb, but we never died. I turned down the politicians’ gifts of expensive jewels, five star dinners, and lavish vacations on the greatest beaches of this Earth. It was all a guise for me to stop my research. I refused. I knew as a society we could overcome the darkness settling in our community. Late this morning out of pure exhaustion I feel asleep in my lab while looking through a microscope. Awoken be a loud crash, there it was. The genome for pride loomed in midair. I quickly transcribed the data. I checked and rechecked the outcomes. I verified the genes, cells, and molecules composition. And confirmed, our divine creator had revealed the one thing, so many people had sought to hide in an effort to propagate a never-ending war. My lab assistants and I confirmed the data is real. No longer will we eat our own. No longer will we kill our own metaphysically or physically in hopes of advancing our own agendas. No longer will a dubious “I” usurp the collective. We have unmasked the secret to restore our ancestors’ original vision for our people. Going forward, we live by our words and our actions will affirm our truth on a single value: “first do no harm”.

And so, great citizens of this new utopia, we install EYHCS as the Patron Saint of Truth. EYHCS, refused to allow pride to win no matter the compensation thrown her way. Remember great citizens of the Earth, “Some things are not for sale”.

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Daily Prompt: Mentor Me

September 29, 2015September 29, 2015 / EYHCS

Daily Prompt: Mentor Me

Have you ever had a mentor?

Yes.

What was the greatest lesson you learned from him or her?

Trust no one without first validating everything important to you.

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Poof: Welcome to Adulthood – Daily Prompt

September 29, 2015September 29, 2015 / EYHCS

When Childhood Ends

Daily Prompt: Your assignment, if you choose to accept it is – write about a defining moment in your life when you were forced to grow up in an instant (or a series of instants).

It began like any other morning. Wake up. Look over at the bed next to me. Is my sister there? No…yes…maybe? I don’t remember. These mornings used to start off livelier. But, all that has changed now. Not sure if it was the first stroke or the second or third heartache scare, but life around here is definitely different now.

Just a year ago, I was so excited about graduating from high school. Everyone was there. People I didn’t expect to make it came. People I had not seen in ten years…came. Yes, life was much livelier a year ago. My biggest concern was figuring out how to tell my parents their baby girl was moving out. Then it all changed. Life postponed. Decision diverted.

Fast Forward. Ring. Ring. Ring. “Who could be calling this early in the morning?” “Hello”, I say into the old corded phone. “Yes, hello, is Mrs. Nicholas there?” the monotone and emotionless voice asks. “No, she isn’t. She on the way to see my father”, I say into the receiver half sleep. You thought there might have been a pause. There wasn’t. “Mr. Nicholas suffered another heartache or stroke this morning…” the voice begins to speak. And, I lose track of what she is saying now. My thoughts go to my unsuspecting mother. There are no cell phones to available to call her. We just started purchasing pagers. What do I say? What do I do? I look at the receiver. The detached voice is still speaking. “I don’t know where she is.”, I say. “She may be at my grandmother”, I force out my dry and crackling throat. The call ends.

My heart is racing. My mind is spinning. I pick up the phone. “Hello Granny? Is mom there?” I manage to speak into the receiver. “Yes, they were just getting ready to head to the hospital”, my granny says. “Can I talk to her for a minute?” I ask. “The hospital just called I began through a teary chest. He died this morning.” I say. I hear the confusion first and then the determination, “What?” my mother says. “Let me go. I’ve got to get to the hospital”, she says.

I stare at the brutal source of my new adulthood. Yes, life used to be livelier I think. I place the phone back on its base. So this is how my childhood dies. I can’t think. I don’t feel like talking. So I write. Your words still ring in my ear dad twenty years later, c’est la vie.

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Daily Writing Prompt – Home Turf: What 5 Things Makes My Home – Home?

September 21, 2015September 21, 2015 / EYHCS / 5 Comments

Daily Writing Prompt: Home Turf

What 5 Things Makes My Home – Home?

1.) My artwork

My artwork is a collection of pieces purchased, given, and traded for in exchange for my own created pieces (back when I used to paint). The purchased pieces represent a piece of my mind, my heart was attempting to express by the visual, my eyes did see. The given pieces are representations of what friends and family members believed would speak to me based on my current collection. The traded pieces are a sweet exchange of creativity from one artist to another. I gave of myself and the recipient/giver did the same.

2.) My Blu-ray & HD DVDs collections

They allude adventure, love, action, and passion. And, they remind me even in battle there are remnants left of the losing team. Sony and Microsoft fought a good fight. Sony won the war, but Microsoft’s contribution to the hi-definition movie industry will always exist as Blu-ray and HD DVDs sit side-by-side on my entertainment self.

3.) My writing desk

As a writer, my writing desk represents stories untold, characters underdevelopment in the right brain, and cognitive intuition of plots underdevelopment in the left brain. My writing desk makes rediscovering home an adventure as I release the electromagnetic energies of the temporal lobe across my screen each time I write a new piece. My writing desk speaks to me and says, “release the rainbow”, “release the ideal”, “release the concept”, “release the dream”, “release the vision”, and I will be your foundation that carries you home.

4.) Peace

There is an undeniable aura of peace when you cross the threshold of my home. The outside world drifts away the further you venture inside. It welcomes you in and washes over you with each breath you take.

5.) Tranquility

I have watched guest gravity into a spot and literally cascade away negative thoughts and emotions. The atmosphere whispers to all inhabitants, “take me away”. So we laugh, we drink, we eat, we are merry, and we forget about the things in the rearview mirror as we focus on the things alongside the road ahead.

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Day 227: Reflection – The One Year Anniversary of My Would Be Death!

August 15, 2015 / EYHCS

I have not written in some time. I have wanted to, but could not find the inspiration. I woke up this morning to a revelation. I almost died last year on this day. I recalled the moment I felt myself falling to the floor in the bathroom stall at work. I recalled the first time, I ever felt real fear. I recalled the first time in my life, I was truly afraid. I was unable to think. I was unable to process. I was in, complete and total pain. I awoke on the bathroom stall.

Throughout this day, it has been on the forefront of my mind. Throughout the day, I have thought of little else. Throughout the day, I have remembered how God saved me. Throughout the day, I have thought about how I shared so little about the experience or the experiences since the post that follows, which is an excerpt from my book I wrote in 2010.

I would like to say, it was eye opening. I would like to say, it was something I never expected. I would like to say, so much. But, there is so much that has transpired that mere words would not fully do it justice.

Yet, I feel better than I ever have. I feel like myself again. I feel alive. I feel hopeful. I feel free. I feel grateful. I released so much negativity today that had been strangling me for so long. I opened up and let the truth speak for itself. I held no punches. I held nothing in reserve. I simply told the truth.

I wrote about a journey, and God saw fit to not only deliver it, but see me through it.

In one-week’s time, I will be in my own place for the first time in fifteen years. I am excited.

I have been through the wringer. Yet, I do not look like what came at me. I do not look like what I lived with. I do not look like what I had hanging on my back or around my next. I look good. I feel good. And, by the grace of God, I am good!

And, ready for the next segment of my journey. I am completely and totally free from the tainted yoke and spirit that has hung around my very being for the last fifteen years.

Journeys

August 15, 2010

Many Journeys begin without even a clue of possibility or awareness a journey has even begun. People wake up one day and walk out into the world to see two diverting paths. It is your journey.

Down one path is a light of spectrum hope and renewal of life. It appears to contain a sense of peace. It appears to recognize the truth in life of this moment. It appears to treat the journeymen as a welcomed addition. It appears. It is your journey.

Down the other path is a dark gloomy cloud road of silence. It beckons the quite morning air. It is a place where most look for God and find themselves. It is a place opposite of what is expected when things are least expected. It is, because he is, and we are who he called us to be. It is your journey.

It is a journey of love, hope, joy, despair, prosperity, and much more than anyone one person could truly comprehend or undertake without a guiding force. It is a journey meant to build character. It is a journey meant to strengthen your mind. It is a journey meant to fortify your body. It is a journey meant to bring you into your destiny and out of your past. It is a journey of where your dreams are realized and your hopes are fulfilled. It is your journey.

In life we go through many journeys. Some of them are pleasant. Some of them of joyous until the bottom drops, the roof caves in, and the wall come tumbling down. It is a life full of mystery and a heart full of missed chances and second time romances. It is a place of peace in the midst of a storm and the place of joy in the day of celebration. It is a journey you pray ends understanding the next one is set to begin. It is your journey.

My life has been filled with many journeys. Some have brought joy. Many have held pain. A few have been a part of you, a few a part of me, and a few a part of Dawn. Yet, in them all I am what I could have never been without being tossed into the sea, so I could learn how to swim. It is said only the strong survive. I wonder if they understood this truth:

My strength is defined by my character.

My strength is recognized in my walk.

My strength is confirmed by my actions.

My strength is solidified by my beliefs.

My strength is renewed in each victory.

My strength is displayed in my features.

My strength is controlled by the Creator.

My strength is acknowledged by what you see and not what you hear.

My strength is me and it is a part of you, because each person we touch can either add too or subtract from what we are. It is your journey.

Be careful in who you allow into your life. In my journey I realized one thing that carries me through each day. True strengthen comes from those closes to you who remain with you in spite of what they see or what they hear. They become a part of your journey. They become a part of you. They become a part of me. They become, because you are within me. Yet, how do we define what is you and what is me. It is your journey.

I stopped trusting in this last journey for a spell. I stopped listening to outside influences for a time. I stopped acknowledging misspoken truths and half spoken lies. I listened with my heart. I listened with my Spirit. I listened with my mind. I listened to the beat of the drum in my body and the sensation in my tongue. I listened to anything, but everything. I listened to who I wanted to be instead of who they stated I was not to become. I simply listened. He heard. She responded. They came through. Who came out is still a work in progress, but I am enjoying the work and the steady growth coming through with it in each passing day. It is your journey.

I have gone through life without a care. I have learned to recognize why this matters and why you should care. At every step you take a new person comes into your life. They bring with them their own set of issues. They bring with them their own set of historical challenges in life. They either deposit something with you or take away from you. Sometimes they do both. It is your journey, but most are never taken alone.

This is my life. I await my future. I have brief thoughts of my past, but greater hope in my present, because my future holds the key to who God has prepared me, to be in spite of who I appeared as before. I am his child, but I am also his fruit. It is my journey, but I share the road if you are able to help carry the load. It becomes our journey.

So riddle me this…if you began a journey alone and you find a team along the way, would you keep the fruit or keep the lessons. I choose to keep who I am and what I learned from within by becoming close to my heart of who we are and who we should all be in you. It has become our journey, you, me, and us.

EYHCS

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