Category: Thoughts
Manifest..ing a healthier life for me..
On my bed I sit and wait for a sign of something great. I pause.. I sighhhhhhh….. Exhale.. (blink a crystal tear from my eye) BREATHE out ALL the old stagnant energy bloodsucking the life out of little tiny me. Ahh… as I invite new life and light into me.
The road turning every which way, through door after door, plane, automobile and train. This journey is meant for walking slowly taking my time. One step at a time. No yellow brick road to follow.. Being a follower you end up swallowed. No bread trail.. to find my way home. For I AM God and God is I. Conscious that an ocean front home does not qualify.. just because of luxurious address. Anxiety and sadness every month the first comes. Home is where I am any moment in time. Home is love. Love has forced me to reevaluate my entire life. Pace my grind. ALL the while keeping my rpm in mind.
Life Line “GOD” I frequently call upon.. My forever unbreakable bond. More intense than a Bond girl. I’m far better than that.. I’m God’s girl. My dependable father.. I love you above ALL others.
Waiting on directions. Ready at ALL times. So, much sadness controlling a vast part of my life. I need you to fix this. I need your help. S.O.S. I wave my flag.. I sit patiently and wait for Dad.. God you are grand. I feel you grab my hand…
I’m open for suggestions.. I was nearly ready for Dr. Drew! But, like “Charlie” says I’m not bipolar I’m bi winning. I’m trusting my intuition. I’m trusting “U”(niverse).
ALL of you. I’m letting you ALL in. I was ALL in when I started this. I’m loyal bitch. A rarity. I get this. If I could have three wishes… I would start with these Mega Millions riches. Enough paper to actually in ALL actuality TRUE reality set some things right. I AM a lotto ticket. I AM the prize. 
So, starting with wish #1 I wish I may I wish I might..receive from you < these Mega Million WINNING numbers tonight! I love you.. God Bless and Good night.
WINNER
I’m hungry. F#%$ that.. I’m starving! Give me a beak. Give me.. a break off that kit kat bar. I’m here. Seasoned. Already a believer in erratic behavior I find normality in.. a computability factor in the honest abrase.. kinda like apol ½ an apology.. still cracking up off fucking Charlie Sheen.. The reality that comes from dealing with hypocrisy on a rock star level. Hair messy, uncombed-disheveled.. Major money monopoly game. SANE is what they question ? I stand / Team Sheen. I ((SEE)) the Matrix code. 2.0.2.0 dark matter code. Mathematics ALL the same. Suffering is suffering. Life is a lesson. The game is testing your programmed physical being. Daily. On visible shades of LIGHT. Creating shades of darkness and purchasable false light down the street on Rodeo Drive. Charlie called them on their shit.. Or shall I say.. lack of it. Common ignorance. Lived in Hollywood Bliss. Michael J. Fox clause deserves an applaud. Pay the man. Wave your flag. Egos controlled. Fully contained. That makes them MAD (personal inferior shame) Same time making Charlie LaUgh… AhAHA HA HA… I hear him roar. These poor poor.. afraid paid off souls.. Charlie watches them sadly.. As he lets them go.. (((You can’t save everyone))) I say subliminally.. sending brainwaves south through the valley, Camarillo, Calabasis, and on too Sherman Oaks.. the truth has released you.. their is “KNOW” turning back.. The sheeple are entombed. In their bubbled worlds of Planet Mes. Some designed by Rachael Zoe , show bubbles desperately trying to get picked up by OWN, anything Oprah, Harpo. Blinded by their PREprogrammed state of existence. No interest on furthering their mental education. So, when one does. They can not understand and cower with the others. Pointing there fingers. Shame Shame they signal with their lifeless hands. I see right through.. Is it a gift? No.. You wish. I won from the beginning. My little sperm was a swimmer. I AM a lotto winner. Winning is what I do. Who I AM. My DNA tigerblood laced. WINNING blood. W – Positive = equating.. Downloading.. Updating.. Re-Programing.. Status: COMPLETE = LOVE ↑ the answer to any and ALL questions above. World are you listening..?
The Answer: LOVE. Write it down. Cut and paste. You should not have to. This comes from deep within. If you sit still. You will feel/hear your next clue. Pay attention. You have the power. Each and every one of “U”. As, The world eagerly watches life play out. Sitting back eating pretzels, now on lays… Passing personal judgments on Charlie getting laid. Are you serious? I mean for real..? Over half America medicated on happy pills. Who gives one the right to pass judgment on your fellow sisters and brothers? Where is your hand in love? Your understanding..? Your compassion? Your Un-Understanding? Bottom line Love? Where do you stand? How do you feel about this human being? This father? This son? This man? Who’s made you laugh a time or ² ½.. Or maybe just recently. With his boldness. Realness. Quick wit with a clever edgy twist.. (Yes, silly! I’m talking about Mr. Charlie Sheen..) I know I’m not the only one he is entertaining.. I’m not laughing at him. I’m laughing with him about ALL of them. This has been cracking me up. I’m Team Sheen. Like, Charlie I already WON. I’m seriously on board. I see he’s no games. This is life. A game I’m already playing. @CharlieSheen Playing his cards.. Similar to my style of play. It’s on. Game on. Let’s play! I’m ALL in. This is a WIN WIN situation. Social Media Intern.. Hmmmm I have done many things. Used to call myself a Jill of ALL trades. Now I know better I AM the Queen of ♥’s. That is what makes me different. I was born with a Golden Heart. Let’s do this! Let me know when your ready for me to start?
Planet WIN
SNAP Yep, I did that. It was bound to happen. Am I surprised. Not even a – dash – Fuck this ignorance and smash negativity in its tracks. Yes, in my home that is a fact. I think probably in Charlie Sheen‘s home too.. As a matter of fact.. WINNER! Just felt the need to do that.. (Mental reminder to myself ← I have been ↓overloaded↓ for sometime. I have asked for help. Sweetly, screamingly. I have said (((ALOUD))) if something does not give.. My heart will make its rift. I’m not a kid. I’m a grown ass woman. I have done ALL I could. Taking from myself and Masterminds books. Look Not trying to be hurtful. Cruel intentions are not what I’m about. But, I’m bleeding daily and I have to help myself. I can not continue to do for you and you and you and you and you. Physically and mentally I am bruised. ALL shades in every crevice. Written ALL over my face. My body rigid at the thought of a fake embrace. I’m dealing with real shit. Real life. Court case after court case. Yes, it’s taken a toll. I see the broken blood vessels that line the eyes on my face. My smile gone long ago.. To the world I look like an abandoned glass house. No-one home. Telephone talker I AM not. I live in ((stereo)) downloading, updating, UP↑grading daily. Please, don’t be mad or sad.. Because You and I are on different levels. This feeling is sublime.. Intoxicating.. Magnificent. INCREDIBLE. Purely magical. To know the truth and accept the truth will surely set you free.. Well, I can only speak for me. See you on the winning side. Ta’ Ta’ for now! see ya.. I can’t wait! Ciao.. Bella.. (just always wanted to say that) ALL my love to “U”. Do it! Do it! You can.. Just walk through. Ahhhhhh…. See I told you! But, better yet. You allowed me to show.. you.. “U” (niverse).

Thank you God and Goddesses..
Thank you God for waking up today in peace.
Thank you God for my shower with HOT water.
Thank you God for my safety while in the shower; The feeling of knowing I will not be raped. I am safe. I fear not being bombed. THANK YOU GOD I say to “U”..
Thank you God for the comfort of my Mother. Sharing our day together..
Thank you God for my niece’s personality sure to turn any frown upside down.
Thank you God for the blessings of my sisters and brothers.
Thank you God for my legs and allowing me fresh clean air while I walk my Dog to-day in safety and in awe of ALL your beautiful creations.
My internal thank you.. I say in whisper and feel with the passion.. of a Revolutionary Egyptian. Δ


