
Listen to it all. Shift the wheat. Then retreat. Prepare yourself for the big meet and greet. Now you’re playing for keeps. Choreography your beats. Take your time to unwind. You have a reserved seat.


Listen to it all. Shift the wheat. Then retreat. Prepare yourself for the big meet and greet. Now you’re playing for keeps. Choreography your beats. Take your time to unwind. You have a reserved seat.

It will become what you make of it.

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You know the conclusion. The odds are in your favor. Why fear your path across the ocean?
No matter what happens. No matter who leaves. No matter who stays. No matter what falls. No matter who rises. The victory is already yours.
Uncharted waters still follow a current. Use your lessons and fellow shipmates to ride the waves to paradise.
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It was worth every step.
Not the image of who I hoped to be.
But the reality of who I am.
Every rock overturned.
Every stone moved aside.
The madness of self-discovery begins with self-forgiveness.
Forgiveness for who I thought I was.
Forgiveness for who I really am.
Forgiveness for who I portrayed you to be.
Forgiveness for who you painted me to be.
The wary traveler finally found a home.
And, it isn’t under a glass snow-filled dome.
My canvas is a masterpiece.
The colors collide.
The scenery pops.
No one gets the chance to draw lots.
Yes, I’ve traveled through madness to find me.
In exactly the place I needed to be.
I am now truly set free.
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There is no dream, goal, idea, person, relationship, job, or career worth losing your identity over.
Lost is painful. It seeps into the crevices of your heart. It waffles over tender memories. But pain lessens over time and in some cases over distance. Give the emotion an opportunity to dissipate and yourself the opportunity to heal.
People would miss you even if you feel they wouldn’t. Besides, the biggest loser is the one convinced they have nothing left to lose… You!
Prove your greatest critic wrong. One more time.
I double dog dare you!
Signed the Voice You Should Be Listening To,
Antithetically You
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2017’s curtain is about to close. Make sure it closes the door on your misconceived limitations of self and God. If God is for us, who then can be against us? No one! (Romans 8:31) If God lives in us and through us what can we not accomplish? Nothing! (John 15:5)
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You ever feel yourself shift. I am not referring to a physical movement, but a metaphysical one. It happens when the dots literally and figuratively start connecting almost imperceptibly.
One seemingly insignificant event propels you into action. Each subsequent action confirms the previous one. And, then it happens, coordinated elevation.
It is in that moment your vision expands and your knowledge awakens. Like a well-oiled machine, you began to level up. The shifting is so smooth, it’s almost imperceptible. Yet, your spiritual awareness allows you see the navigation happening as you move pass each level.
The skies open, the band plays, and the performers sings, it’s shifting time. Get ready, get ready, get ready!
If you haven’t trained your metaphysical being, you will miss it! If you have, your bags are already packed! So, lace-up your cross fits & enjoy the fruits of your labor.
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You cannot get something from something that does not exist…I went to a buffet because I wanted O.J. I located grapefruit juice. It clearly stated grapefruit on the label. Why am I then surprised to find I’m holding a cup of grapefruit juice, instead of the orange juice I wanted?
It’s not the buffets fought. It had no part in my decision. The buffet table simply presented me with options. I looked at the labels and still choose the very thing I did not want or need.
It’s an open book test and the answers are highlighted.
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How can you call it your life, if you rarely take ownership of anything happening in it?
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Your vision will always follow your speech. You cannot plant a rose garden with nothing but salted rocks as seeds!
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The doors closed.
The windows locked.
The shutters fell.
The lights went out.
No one knew what it was all about.
Yet, whispers slowly became shouts.
The choice still wavering.
The memory fading.
She looked away.
She could no longer hold off a decision.
As we watched the sun arisen.
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Living in a world scripted by imposters. Walking in a land inhabited by puppets. Speaking of a people no longer listening. Born from dirt and grit. Welded together with stone and iron. Reviving a vision no longer present. Rising above the waffling tides, you finally found the treasure hidden inside.
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The other day I was venting on Facebook about a woman I encountered during lunch. Her newfound knowledge had sparked a flame she could not contain as the fruits continually fell from the tree. And, similarly to a rabbit in a carrot field, she consumed more than she could fully digest.
As I ranted on silently in my head and physically on my phone, she appeared unaffected by my designed reclusiveness. Jabbering on she recounts the rich history of our ancestry as if the shaman had just spoken to the little children amongst the cold night and bristling fire of our journey from kings and queens to slaves and cattle and back to mental kings and queens.
Reminiscent of Yoda holding court as Luke Skywalker describes the force. I sit willing myself to engage while rapidly wanting to disengage.
Respectfully conscious of another’s presence I crafted a mental door to escape the forming thoughts flowing forth as they sought to reach her awakening thought. Through a vehicle that has some of us still chained to the machine.
She continues and the more broken thought meets new thought, the more I poetically regurgitate the inner me forcibly holding her in. She’s the cynic I overcome each day. The one that knows the rivers and the valleys and the depths of salvation. She lives, but she rarely drives.
As I drift back to the woman beside me, I call forth the optimistic protagonist. There, yes, there… I rejoin the moment, present once again. She has once again sensed the freshness of the thought. It lacks roots. It’s filled with supplication and limited validation, but the seed has sprouted.
Yet, she still sees the world as the puppeteer and herself as the puppet. External hands directing her actions all the while absolving her of any accountability or responsibility. The moment of eclipse fighting to hold on. Awakening, but her eyelids refuse to open.
I am reminded, “all things are ready, if {when} the mind be so” (William Shakespeare).
She is still caged in an unlocked cell.
Never remembering she is the one with the key holistically capable of setting herself free.
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via The Latest Word Reflections of life expressed concisely and succinctly.

I do not get offended.
Every interaction is an opportunity to affirm who you are.
When the world becomes your classroom, everyone becomes both teacher and student.
Thus, you are either affirming the truth you speak or revealing the fallacy you hide.
Both are valuable.
Both teach a lesson to the pupil free of unwarranted expectations.
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I have determined I am socially anti-social. I like most people. And, quietly diagnose the rest. Instantaneously inspecting and segmenting out the best. Experience has taught me the importance of caution with preliminary tests.
When around my circle I genuinely enjoy the familiarity of completed jokes. The knowing looks across wood stained tables. I connect.
Yet, in solace, I am free. Here the jokes are funnier somehow. Here somewhere the looks are deeper. I am one.
Yep, a little more anti than social.
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