K.R.I.T. said It’s Better This Way

 

I have been playing Big K.R.I.T.’s latest mixtape, It’s Better This Way, non-stop. The photo below actually taken the day I attended his concert in Cleveland with my soul sista. As I rap along with the lyrics, that I relate to on an intergalactic level, I give thanks for K.R.I.T.  *Laughs He’s like a cool ass older brother reminding me to stay true to myself by simply being himself. I can be slightly ratchet, I can be chic, I can be country, I can be the opposite of the status quo, I can be underrated, I can be conscience, I can be creative, I can just be me – in any combination I want.

I can be all these things or none of them as I travel down MY own path.

Thank you Big K.R.I.T. – It is truly Better This Way.  Also, I’m going to go ahead and give thanks for that music you and Erykah Badu will make one day very soon. *Laughs If you need somebody on tambourine for that one, holla at a playa.

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Alice x the Ruger *unloaded

Put the gun down Alice.

The gun metal sparkled with the assistance of the moon light as Alice aimed.

“Who’s there!” yelled Alice never taking her eye of her targets standing 4 feet from the end of their lives and her ruger.

Put the gun down.

“”Fuck No!” yelled Alice.

“Do you know how long I have been chasing these demons? Do you?! They have taken my time, my energy, my resources!”

They have?

“Yes.” she answered stepping closer to her demons.

The targets stiffened.

I have questions Alice. 

This voice was familiar to Alice but she could not place it.

All that was within her urged her ears to listen closely.

Alice?

Why would you chase demons?

Where do they come from?

Have you sought to understand them?

Are you sure these demons are worth chasing?

Put the gun down Alice.

It seems a bit ridiculous to shoot to kill without understanding the truth of the situation- the truth of the lives of the spirits you are so ready to take. Especially because it seems that these demons are unarmed.

Her grip loosened on the ruger.

Look closer at these demons you chase.

Who are they?

Is this a good use of your time? energy? resources?

Have you created some of these demons?

Have you forced them to attack and act because you have been treating them like less then from the beginning, hand resting on the ruger ready to sear souls?

Is this your purpose Alice? To chase demons?

Have you cleansed the windows of perspective lately?

Who are your sources?

Are these beliefs rooted in fear or fearlessness?

Does the pursuit of these demons distract you from your true life purpose?

Alice’s eyes widened. “Shit.” she thought.

The awareness of her own fearful ignorance slammed into her left and right brain at the same time.

She put the gun down.

Breathe Alice.

You are uncomfortable- I feel it.

Just breathe. Growth and awareness can be uncomfortable.

Breathe.

Just breathe.

Could these demons not be demons at all but significant spirits necessary for you to encounter-growing you towards your destiny- which is unfolding moment by moment, choice by choice, response by response, experience by experience?

Spirits integral to your true purpose?

Spirits that will  teach you- aid in your growth -aid in your own ascension as you aid in theirs?

“Significant spirits,” Alice whispered as a tear of awareness slid down her cheek.

Remember Alice this is an even exchange- it always has been, it always will be.

If you chase demons they will chase you.

If you chase love it will chase you.

The only demons you need to vanquish are your own.

The rest leave to me. They can’t run from me.

The exchange begins with you.

So what do you wish to exchange?

Alice was breathing.

Alice was thinking- critically.

Alice was critically thinking.

And as the wheels of her machine like mind turned faster and faster she began to vibrate.

Answers flooded in. Assumptions flowed out.

“The exchange begins with me.” Alice said.

“While I can’t control the outcome of every moment, I can aid in the delivery and attraction of the highest vibrations by choosing to exchange that which I am. I am love at the basis of my existence and that is what I must strive to exchange even in situations that make me feel like pulling out the ruger.”

Alice stepped forward looked her demons straight in the eye, forgave them and let them go.

Get back on the path Alice. There are some beautiful things ahead. You are okay. Alice you are powerful. You don’t need the ruger.

“Who are you?,” Alice asked.

You know me Alice. You always have. 

When you need me call on me.

Let me be your ruger. – the Creator laughed and sent Alice down the path filled with love, hope, and fearlessness.

Back to Black

Back to black we go

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Into the swirling powerful nothingness that is everything

Back to black we go

Saturated with it’s sleekness

The positive

The negative

The brave

The fearful

Back to black we go

Soaked in honesty and purity

Back to black we go

Back to love we go

Tiffany

The Birth of an Idea

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I’ve given birth  many times but I have no children.

I give birth to ideas.

During the right life experience, visual, physical, mental,and emotional sensations  shoot through my mind touching all the right spots causing an orgasm of thought.

This union of myself and life experience spark creation and the seed of an idea is planted.

I begin to feel my idea growing inside the womb of my mind. I nourish it with information and love. I crave silence and chamomile tea. There are sleepless nights and occasionally I am irritable.

 Then I give birth.

Pushing, Praying, Painting, Poems, Pottery, Photos

Whoosh

My idea is born.

This little creation will one day be my big idea. As it grows I must remember to have no expectations – I will simply guide it.

Although it is my idea, this creation still has a destiny, a journey, and a purpose all of its own.

I am a woman.

Through me life passes.

So it feels quite natural to birth ideas and give you all life.

I’ve given birth many times but I have no children.

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Painting Information:
Hananian Harari (1912-2000)
The Beauty Parlor (1937)
Oil on canvas 
via: http://collections.si.edu/search/
Photo courtesy of: T.R.