Flower Bed of Ease

FLOWER BED OF EASE

(oh my O_O)!

Let me introduce you to my flowerbeds of ease.

They are these warm brown thighs right above my knees.

Don’t be overshadowed by the illusions of life, come here and give these pillows of love a big squeeze.

Don’t be manipulated by the body of my youth, dive into my pools of refreshments and satisfy your sweet tooth.

Don’t be fooled by a little gray, I am a refined fine wine and from my youth to right now I am still a good lay.

I need someone who appreciates a work of art, someone who likes and understand where my every curve starts.

From my ankles to my knees, from my knees to my thighs, from my thighs to my hips, from hips to my waist , from by breast to your eyes. Go ahead and grab these chocolate thighs.

I can just feel your hands enjoying the flames of my sweet surprise.

I need someone who is wise and confident, someone who realizes that dimples are cute and dumplings are sweet, someone that certainly enjoys a little meat.

In the depth of winter, I am the flames that will keep you warm.

In the middle of the summer, I am the sweet taste of rainwater that will quench you thirst and cool you off. ( A mouth full)

Come swim in my marshmallow ocean, and let every stroke make its way to my cherry trees of delight.

Then lay up against my chocolate banks, dark and sweet, just waiting for you to take another bite.

Please dive into my cinnamon valley of pleasure, allow me to slowly roast your desires, and share my gift of ancient fires.

I will speak to your mind with every satisfying stroke of my hand, touching you gently with tender re treats of mercy as I watch you explode into ecstasy.

Allow me to express what I feel, aww hell just allow me to be real.

I know you like Lolly pops because they are hard and sweet but gourmet chocolate melts in your mouth and won’t put you to sleep. Ain’t nothing wrong with something young, but a vintage wine taste good to the palate or so I have been told . (Big Smile)!!!!!

Allow me to massage your tension with my gumdrop lips and dry your sweat with my cotton candy tongue.

Allow this fully equipped mistress of love to full fill the throbbing passions of your erected youth.

Give me a chance and watch me dance then try to deny me this night of romance.

I am not trying to fool you or mess with your head I just want you to know I am alive and not dead.

I have not lied or exaggerated the truth; I really have been good lay since my youth.

If you don’t believe you can improve perfection just wait until you taste my love making confections.

I need you to know, I am ready to blow, so pick up speed and stop moving so slow, you don’t have to be cautious to approach me. I am a fecund universe full of sensuality.

I am already yours forever you see. Sweet tasty brown sugar that’s me a vintage pleasure the kind you cannot measure.

Let me introduce you to my flowerbed of ease designed, desired and proven to please.

CHRYSTAL ELLIS

Why is the Devil Crying???

“In order to fly successfully under the radar of human contempt, by no means look prosperous”

Chrystal Ellis.

What is wrong with the Devil??
(Why Is He Crying?)

There are certain events in life that just don’t add up. I know this because I have experienced circumstances that have been mind blowing to say the least. Of which I had no cognizant insights as to why they happened. The only logical explanation I had at the time was the same one the culprits of my tribulations used it was the Devil. ( Aww Hell). Most of the time we rely on what or parents, or authority figures tell us is the “right “thing to do, but is it really. Being a part of a society that has mastered the art of mass hypnosis, waking up can be an awful quandary. The tragedy about waking up is that most people you know will still be under the illusionary beliefs of those that put them to sleep. Not to mention once your perspectives have changed you will actually be the odd man out. From religious dogmas, to moral contentment we walk around as if we are obeying some great prophesy that has been placed in the hands of those who consider themselves the privileged, by divine directives. These self-made orators of divine insight claim that they will lead us to the gates of heaven or condemn us to the pits of perdition. Not to mention having us so confused about benevolence, spiritual awareness and educational integrity that we rely on the opinions and beliefs of those who, for no other reason than self –perseverance developed their own way of life to justify their means. (Mighty human of them).

Is it possible that we are living in an experimental lab and our creators are just watching to see how far we will progress? I find that easier to believe rather than to accept that one race of people has captured the entire world because they have something special. Because if that is the case, I realize that, I will be in slavery as long as I am on earth. Some say we are free, and for all intended purposes as opposed to the lives of our ancestors, we are. Nevertheless, if you are an American of African descent, you are in a system that has deliberately set aside jobs, activities, and religious practices that you subconsciously carried out without question; based on what the oppressors of your ancestors dictated as fair. I know slavery was a long time ago and I know that advancements have been made since then, that tend to infer that “we have overcome” but have we? I wish I could say that I am color- blind and God knows that would put me in a wonder ful place, but I would be lying. I do see color just like the rest of the world. I see color, I see over one third my male population in jail, designer corners with signs and wonders that delineate territories, drug addicts and prostitutes who have long since lost their since of pride and people who believe they have arrived, passing by them as if they don’t understand why they are in that condition. I see the imminent disadvantages of being black in America that have been inherited from generation to generation. One of the most debilitating forces in many communities is religion. I say this because we base many of our actions, interactions and lifestyles by the edicts of religious dogma. Notwithstanding its’ the obvious contributions to genocide, loss of identity and the rape of spiritual integrity, all done for the sake of “conversion”. Many of us run straight into the arms of our oppressors’ messages because we believe we must be SAVED. The hypnosis I spoke of earlier is not just for one sector of human society it stands to reason that most people are under its' influence. That is why people accept the dictates of social stratification so easily. Since I find the state of my people in dire need of study, I will concentrate on us for a minute. Speaking on any one else will be speculative anyway.

I remember reading the Bible and holding on to every word, letting it all soak into my soul, but I always had concerns about all the stories. They are all stories, verbal accounts of people’s interactions with God. Just like the ones that I have. Not saying that many were not true, but there were key phrases and terms used for maintaining control. For instance, be obedient, love our masters, pray for your enemies, give away our hard-earned money and respect men and women whose agendas were selfish and corrupt at their inception. Nevertheless, the repeated Sunday visits to church, vacation bible school, and BTU (Baptist Training Union) eventually takes its’ toll and we all give into that mass hypnosis that tells us we must obey. Obey, Obey, Obey and eventually it will pay off. (Bullshit) The people being paid are the ones delivering the message. The only thing that has changed for us is how we are enslaved in modern society. The enslavement we have now is in our minds.

First, understand that all things Black is evil, then start to change what you look like to imitate what you have been told is beautiful. Do not question why you should do as you are told, even if the person directing you is the poster child for “corruption”. This does not just go for color it also includes those who are homosexuals. I am still amazed at how a people who have been doomed to burn in an eternal hell can find comfort in many religious settings. Here is where lies make the difference, many have been so conditioned they believe that someday all of a sudden their natural instincts will modify to match religious edicts about their lifestyles. Sad but true. Am I the only person on earth that realizes that the Great Spirit who is responsible for creation does not give a damn about sexual preferences? (Unless you are raping little children). Opps, my bag, some cultures allow for this, you know eight year olds marrying grown men, and little babies being used as prostitutes for curious tourists, (Let me not get off track). My deductive reasoning does however think that this creator must care about color, in some way maybe. I say that because , it makes no sense to me that people who caused so much pain and suffering and became experts at stealing, should have the power to create and enforce economic and social genocide at their will (I am so sorry this is the truth I see). This is nothing new, but I do believe it is being forgotten. Of course having a few Americans of African descent with key positions would indicate, “We have overcome” (Not). That is just the stratagem of the powerful to suppress further investigations of the obvious inequalities that are present in modern societies.

Do we need rules? Yes. Does the system work? Yes. Is the system fair? Yes. It is fair for the ones it was designed to accommodate and protect. So what does that say for those who for no other reason than birth, is not a member of power elite color scheme. Well, I guess that means we are doomed to live on social and economic established plantations. As we patiently wait until Jesus burst through the sky and come back to pick us up, on His way to somewhere else. I say that because, if I were Jesus and someone had nailed me to a cross, literally skinned me alive and pimped the message I preached for gain I would not want to stay long, especially since crosses seem to be the things to wear or exhibit as a sign of religious sovereignty.

Can we possibly still truly believe that a Devil is making us do evil things? On the other hand, is the devil an excuse that humans use to justify why they have done so many bad things to each other? Was Hitler possessed by the Devil or was he just a miserable human being slightly retarded and ashamed of whom he was. Retardations come in many different forms. Were the southern plantations owners (Good southern Baptist/Catholic Priest) doing the work of the Devil or were they following God’s orders when then flayed humans, raped the men and women, hung babies on oak trees, or sodomized little boys and girls, after using them as foot stools (Cute). Well, seems okay to do these things if God gave ya his blessings and you were converted, out of fear and trembling. (Glad some people found this inappropriate, yeah for the Underground Railroad people Booyaah). I am aware of what was done, and I understand that it requires real power to implement a system whereby no matter how you look at it Caucasians are the privileged race. May as well admit it, so that you will realize exactly where you are and why.

It is hard to admit that your race was never meant to advance beyond the right-handed wills of the masters' whip. But, why do we accept it so willingly? Could it be, that guy, William Lynch is sitting around on some Universal Panel kicking up his heals owning bragging rights to his methods of conditioning. I bet he is. It worked, once we get partially educated we separate, once we obtain any type of comfort for living we separate, and god for bide if we are just born the right color. (That still is true too). We separate and then we destroy one another, willingly.
We have some mega churches that preach wealth to a culture that needs to realize its’ wealth is in its future. Our children are raised by images that indicate money is respect. Let us not forget those of us who have reached some form of status; sitting around fancy dinner tables discussing scholarships and never actually produce scholars. We teach our children how to fight each other but we rarely tell them how to love themselves. Then we wonder why they just do not listen anymore. It is because we are not saying anything, different from what they hear in the street. What is the difference between the pimp’s rant “bitch better make that money” or the holy message that states if you don’t bring your money to the alter you will not be blessed. These messages seem synonymous in their intent. The youth see us; and many of them are tired of being told what to think, while their privileged counterparts are being told how to think. They realize it is not what you do but how ya do it that matter. It’s okay to deal drugs if you inspire to get a yacht, own an airplane or several mansions. However, as we know very few of our corner pharmacists will ever reach that level, because death or incarceration is definitely in the cards for their future. Of course, we have been afforded some advantages, we do have nice cars, we keep our hair and nails done, we dress fly, and we have a house or apartment full of the best furniture. (We don’t have grass in our front yards, gotta have somewhere to park those cars). In addition, in our communities there are these empathic convenience stores that will sell us a single cigarette, a single pamper, a fried turkey wing and some potato wedges for a cheap price. (Thank you). These places are really nice they keep us from having to go too far to shop. The only problem with any of this is that none of the purchases we make support our economic strength. The truth is the powerful elitists that only feel benevolent when their bank accounts can afford them a new island or two, will pay the best of us off. Yes, they will pay ya off, because without money your words mean nothing, right. Who gives a damn about a poor man with nowhere to lay his head, walking around trying to enlighten people? Let me not forget to mention that these elitist do have hearts, because they are looking out for people in third world nations by outsourcing work so they can take care of their families. (Kudos). (There is a lot to say about the economic benevolence of the wealthy).

Why do we believe the hype? What makes us so docile that we accept our placement as some kind of divine adjudication for being civilized by the masters? This is not our fault it is mass hypnosis, a phenomenon that is capable of making one believe that they are born less, their natural instincts are of the devil and questioning is a sign that you have no faith in God. The truth is waking up is a mother, because you see everything as it really is. Not the relative functional delusions of an aggressor whose main purpose is to keep you under the microscope of moral scrutiny, in order to save your soul. But the hard fact that you are in a society that if not for the compassion of some participants of the dominate race, you would have been annihilated years ago. I miss segregation. At least I saw thriving businessmen, educational excellence and a since of ownership and community. That is what happens when people stick to gather and own their rights to exist (Every other race but ours).

I passed this guy one day as I was walking around the lake; he was crying his eyes out. I said, what is the matter? He looked up at me eyes all red and full of tears and said everything that is going wrong; I am being blamed for it. I said don’t worry about it people love to put there blame on others, it makes it easier for them carry out acts of deceit and hate. See most people are just as good as, they are bad, as right as they are wrong and in truth, it is relative. Most would like you to believe they are good by nature and when they commit selfish acts of debauchery against their neighbor, someone else has caused it, thereby passing the blame. He stopped crying, blew his nose, gave me a big hug, and started to smile. He had a beautiful smile and he was handsome as hell. Of course, name introduction was in order now. A fine sensitive man full of compassion concerned about how he was being misunderstood. Hallelujah, I may have just met Mr. Right. I said my name is Chrystal, free single and disengaged; he said my name is the Devil, pleased to meet you! 

“Please remember if you start to look to prosperous, your people will despise you and pull you down and your masters will find you in contempt of divine order.” Cynical HuH.

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When Love Gets A Headache

When Love gets a Headache
      Most of us live our lives looking for love, being in love or traumatized from a broken love affair. I am not sure that we stop to consider why we are so hell bent on being in love. Being in love is not practical; it does not make the least bit of sense. We place too much emphasis on this emotion that inevitably leads to over exaggerated emotional bouts of power. Because in truth love is power and the person that seems to be totally in love with their partner is the one who is the weakest. Why I say that, is because when you are so wrapped up in a person that you can’t sleep without them, you smell when they are not around, or you simply reorganize your life to accommodate their needs it gives them the power to hurt you. Yes, it gives them ability to rule your emotional and physical well being, all for the sake of an emotional myth that commands as much power as the creator of the Universe.
      Most of us are aware that the brain is responsible for producing those intense emotional speed traps that stop us dead in our tracks when we Fall in love. Notice we fall in love, I have never felt good after a hard fall, and neither does anyone else for that matter. Could it be that the brain is directing us based on what we find attractive. Who knows? Most of us never stop to think it is just dorsolateral middle frontal gyrus and the anterior cingulate, as well chemicals like nerve growth factor, dopamine and oxytocin, that is causing this intense feeling of Love. (They are the same ones that give the cocaine addict his feeling of euphoria while using the drug). So being in love is like being on drugs. It is the craving to be with that person and the need to be intimate that drives us madly into a frenzy of passion that will not last forever. We don’t care though we want it, we need it and society tells us in order to be whole we must have it. We have been pushing this drug called love for a long time. No one wants to admit the truth, it starts innocently enough, we spot em, we get em and then that strong relentless quest to please the person of interest just overwhelms us. Eventually we all realize that that first hit of love will not have the same intensity as it did when we first hit it. That is the downfall of most of our relationships we all want that first hit each time we are with our partner. (Not reality). I think it is just the dopamine that is playing tricks on us, just like cocaine does, builds us up for the first thrill and then keeps us craving that feeling over and over again, knowing we will not get it. I would love to say it is just sex drive promoting these emotions, but that would be very unfair. Having a sex drive does not equate to the euphoric feelings of being in love. Neither does it make you give up your identity to please the other person; sex drives strictly want to be taken care of, whether by a loved one or a paid professional. Thank god, for some of those paid professionals because without them many people would have to do without sex if they had to get it base on being in love. 
     Back to that power thing, whoever is loved the most has the most power and that is where the trouble begins. At some point, we all stop and wonder why we feel this way. Is it because of attraction, or loneliness, that we all fall head over heels in love at some point in our life? I believe you can see someone for the first time and fall deeply in love and I believe that people who do it are truly earnest when it all first begins. Nevertheless, I also know that no matter who you are there will be at some time or another that you will run across those same feelings,  only for someone else and that is when the hurt comes. No one wants to admit that their partner has abandoned their love, because it hurts damit. It makes you feel as if you are not worthy in some way. Most of us will go over all the things we think we did to cause us to be left in the emergency room of life, because all of a sudden Love gets a damn headache. 
      What happens next is,  the phone calls slow up, the dates become less frequent; there is a strain on conversation hell the attention level just disappears. If you are married, you will notice that you will get accustomed to being home alone, because the job requires it, you know overtime and unexpected business trips. Not saying that your love interest is deliberately trying to hurt you, they just have found someone else who stimulate those dopamines. Occasionally they will want you to change your appearance so that you resemble their new person of interest; this rarely works, because you are not them. So buckle up you are headed down the bumpy roads called break up or conformity. I say conformity because many of us would rather conform to a lifestyle accepting our lovers’ affairs rather than be without them. Don’t be ashamed of it, it is a survival method. We do not realize at the time that we have been given freedom, or should I say we do not want to accept that freedom because it is not with the one we chose to love. Therefore, we hold on for dear life.
      No matter what we do, we cannot seem to escape the reality that love is an addiction and because of it many people lose their lives, giving up careers, being molded into stepford wives and husbands so that our love interest will experience happiness. So should we have to change to sooth the needs of our love interest? Do we overlook it when the calls slack up or he/she does not come home, do we continue to make excuses to our family as to why our mate is not around for the holidays, or do we just sit back with our holy books and scriptures hoping that the God of the Universe who made this person will change them just for us.
     Is there such a thing as true love? Look at yourself are you facing the truth or or you looking at an image of what someone else wants. Are you meeting your own needs; or are you so in love you have forgotten what they might be. Now take a few months and look at the person you love, document what you see. Are they engaging, do they promote your growth, are you asking them to change anything to make you more attracted to them, in essence are they acting like they truly love you. Remember Love is an action word, it shows off. Like its goddess Venus, it seems beautiful enough but if you land on the planet, the toxic gases will kill ya. It is the simple things, like a late night walk for no reason, or a sweet note, or a bowl of luscious fruit floating in champagne or sparkling wine as a late night snack that might enhance love. We all realize that many of those big elaborate gifts that replace compassion, time and availability are simply done because now you have become an emotional liability. 
     Most of the time we experience sexual attraction,  instead of love  that allows us to enjoy one another from orgasm to orgasm. Nevertheless, after we meet someone else we are attracted to, it becomes a long drawn out ordeal of the breakup. The lies, the accusations, the deliberate arguments to get you to your next love interest or should I say your next sexual exploration. We all have been left scratching our head wondering why our mate picked an argument about something as simple as a TV program, or a family member, or the remote control. It is because those dopamine’s' are driving them insane. They are sitting with you craving someone else. You are actually making them sick. You can buy the Victoria Secrets, the boxers, pump iron, lose 50 pounds, get a boob job, add some hair, change your eye color all to no avail; you are both hooked on the emotional cocaine called Love. You of course are powerless and frail and your partner is strung out on someone else. (Booyaah, reality check, think about how you feel about them, and then realize they are feeling that exact same way about someone else). The sad part is that after you have made every change possible you will come to the realization that you have given another human being just as flawed as you,  the power to control your emotional well-being. 
     Now comes the hard part, realizing that you need heart surgery of the most delicate kind. No laser, to scalpel, no doctor, you will have to endure it with no anesthetic, while hoping that your mate will all of a sudden come to their senses and realize they LOVE you as much as you Love THEM. As my dad use to say wish in one hand and shit in the other see which one will fill up the fastest. Is it love you are searching for or compassion. Which one would you prefer? I myself will take compassion every time it will last longer and cause less pain. However, being a hopeless romantic myself, I am doomed, because I am waiting for Love to call without conditions. (The phone ain’t ringing). Which one would you chose really? Which one? The intense euphoria produced by the dopamines' of Love or the compassion of some one who understands and respect you. I know I said compassion but that tingle that penetrates the your soul and the electrifying touch that is felt upon connection with a love interest is so damn good. Yes, it is good. But when it is gone it is gone. That is when you bring in the toys and movies that simply stimulate the libido. Now you have bought someone else in the bedroom with you so who are you really engaged with them or your mate. Either way that in it self,  is saying something for this drug called love. If it is just about an orgasm you can effectively have those as often as you like without having to worry about disease. But if it is the feeling of love you need to have those orgasms you just might have to admit that you will have to go it alone. The orgasm is the same in love or in lust. Don't feel as if you have failed because someone fell out of love with you, fall in love with yourself. The results will positively be in your favor. I love me some me. (Now).
A=πr^2 “You got me going in circles” August 16, 2011 Chrystal Ellis 11:24 am

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--->> Now What?

Prayer PimpimnPostulate of the Truth

Prayer Pimpin Postulate of The Truth
Stealing our wealth destroying, discouraging, disfiguring, and molesting the hopes and dreams of our youth.
Telling them lies and forcing them to believe it is the truth.
Churches on ever corner connected by blocks with 100% crime rate.
Collection plates filled with silver and gold bartering the integrity of their adherents souls.
Prayer Pimpin Postulates of The Truth
Using the word GOD like a john using a prostitute. Receiving rewards of the harlot’s hard earned money, blessing in it His name and calling it favor.
Taking advantage of our fear of hell just so you can live well. Using the gospel as some kind of spell. Jump up, sit down, turn to your neighbor tell em  what you say, cause the Holy Ghost has told you,  to tell them what to do. Of course the Holy Spirit would not talk to us too. You are anointed that is why you must  wear a 5,000.00 suit.
I heard you say God told you there were 100 people who needed to pledge a thousand or too, you got a Benz and your wife needs one too.
Mentally encroaching our connection to divinity, with a teaspoon of hope, a tablespoon of faith and brand new car to prove His  grace.
Prayer Pimpin Postulates of the truth discouraging the spiritual affections of our youth.
Pimps in the Pulpit preaching selected sermons, so that their prostitutes won’t quite.
Some are men and some are women it does not matter to the Prayer Preaching Pimp.
Prayer Pimpin Postulates of the Truth stealin the future from our Youths, feeding them the Word of God laced with selfish intentions, misusing their innocence while abusing their minds.
Using the Word of GOD to justify why, they must do as they are told and not leave this unfair fold.
Callin on the name of God while collecting the products of his childrens' labor.
Teaching people to steal each others gifts, because you need a golden pulpit.
Never truly exampling the precepts of love, because that means you really would have a store house for widows and the poor, instead, you blessed the deeds of the well paid whore. She just donated enough money to put in that glass floor. You know the one that looks like Johns' crystal sea. It does not matter if she is good at heart she just dropped in enough money to make your collection plate fart.
Preaching against people’s sexuality, while hiding young boys in your cars back seat.(Fresh Meat)
Deliberately, creating separation in the house of God, while walking with your nose turned up like you are the Lord.
Devastating and immobilizing your community, keeping people blind and hopeless living in poverty.
If I did not know God for myself I would have a church too, but you say that HE called you.
A six weeks course and a certificate to preach, I hope with all my heart that God comes to ordain you.
I know they say the church is the hospital for the sin sick, but all I see is pimps having their prostitutes turn them holy  tricks.
Self-righteous glares at those who are  not in your click, delivering blows of judgment with your better than blessed holy stick. Favor ain't fair but neither is this shit.
Oh yes, Prayer Pimpin Postulates of The Truth destroying the hopes and dreams of our youth. You stole the pleasure of my child losing his first tooth, his dollar ended up in your collection basket. Drug dealers shot him on the way to church. I can not even afford a descent casket.. Pimpin God destroying the truth and discouraging, our youth.
Workin hard to keep your cars, maintain your wealth, while leading Gods children into spiritual ill health.
Prayer Pimpin Postulates of The Truth, I want back every got damn dime that I  ever gave to you.
See mama is sick, daddy is unemployed, we have already pawned our Christmas toys. I bet we are just shit out of luck. What a price we had to pay just to be mind fucked.
(Religion is the Bastard child of God)!

Pimpin God

Chrystal Ellis

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I Need a Real Peace

Peace.  What does that mean? 

Oh, you would like a piece of my mind about all those damn economic crimes. Right.

Are asking for me a piece before you give me that job? 

Do you  carry your piece just in case you need to protect yourself? 

Did you stand for peace while you are bombing children, to justify your cause?

Did you come in peace as an ambassador of God? While preaching segregation and burning crosses in my front yard. (hmmmm)   

Are you coming in peace while you are dropping contaminated food from your planes? Sorta like them wagon trains full of small pox and measles, all that shit you used to infect the Great Plains.

Will you grant me peace if I serve you and worship your name? After all, it ain’t nothing but game.

Will I be able to live in peace, if the experiments don’t kill me and while I am here at Tuskegee will you please release me from the chain gang?

Is it true that in order, to maintain peace you have the right to steal, kill and destroy. I am sure that was not you using little girls and boys for your private sex toy. (Sorry to bring that up you received absolution from your Priest) (Snicker, snicker, mutha fucker)

It is for the efforts of peace “ right” that millions of lives have been lost in Wars. And of course, the benefits from that will help yall buy new houses, Ferraris, Lamborghinis you know all those fancy fast cars.

In order to truly live in peace,   people must think, worship, eat and live the same way. See, that is the only way we can exist harmoniously.  Righttttttt! (Excluding the migration of white flight) Big Old Ass Smile!

In order to maintain peace and a way of life my ancestors were taught to submit and read your good book.  And if they tried to speak their language, their tongue you took. Now that is how peace should look. (Sarcasm)    Niggas with no voice, reading the Good  Book. O_O

I have known much happiness and sorrow in this life, but the only peace I have ever experienced was when I was on my knees communing with Universe and my  Christ.

I am glad he did not hold grudges for what yall said yall did to him the first time.

But, I thought I heard him say that when he comes back He go give all yall a piece of his mind.

You know, for spreading bullshit and lies claiming them to be His Divine Decree. Plus you boast about nailing him to got damn tree. Some reward for a god who came in peace to set you free. (Humans for real)

Well , I NEED A REAL PEACE and yall need some more time.  Anyway, I think taking a life is a got damn Crime.

I NEED A REAL PEACE.

Just an Opinion - A long read about a Long Road.

Hey Yall, just an Opinion. None of us is aptly prepared for the trials of life; most of the time we are trying to find something while we are here anyway. We try to find a soul mate, we try to educate ourselves, we try to find the perfect job and we of course try to find our source. Yes, we try to find the source of our existence. We are explorers, time traveling spirits experiencing a human condition.  Earth is just one big hacienda, full of adventures for us.   In our quest to escape this mundane existence, we have created fantasies and philosophies, to sooth our spiritual ignorance. It is inevitable however that the next generation will soon remove our myths in order to find a truth that enhances their existence.  We search, we conquer, we destroy and then we established cultural beliefs and communities that segregate us in order to establish hierarchies for power and social acceptance. Each strata of social dominance fuels itself by the misfortunes of those who they lord over. It all boils down to one thing here, the more money I have the more respect I deserve.  Right ! Most of us never take the time to stop and look at those who have amassed great wealth and even if we do, all we really want to know is how to get it for ourselves. We have been taught to justify the privileged as God’s chosen, so we let them Lord over us. Using financial superiority as poof of divine favor, thereby nullifying  the foundation of Love.  We have demoted morality to nothing more than a prostitute and her pimp is the human arrogance of self-righteousness. We never stop to look inside because we have been taught that we are evil by nature so of course nothing in us could possibly be good.  I think that might be where we fail, for within us I believe,  is the DNA of creation, the breath of the Universe, the characteristics of God, so how could we be born with a sinful nature. In truth, we know that a sinful nature is learned condition, taught by example.   The human condition is a wonderful state of being, until we start to demand that all of us should be  the same.  Where does that leave us? Most of us go from day to day, either agreeing with someone else opinion, studying someone else opinion or making assumptions about why people have certain opinions. We know there is something more to our existence but we have been conditioned to believe we should follow traditional practices that no more explain God’s true self than it explains why we are here.

 So this little essay is about why I feel the way I do about life. It is a part of my experience, easy to speak of now, because the razor blades of contempt no longer cut through the veins  my heart. Remember it is my opinion and you know what they say about them. They are all open for discussion.  My deliverer will be my judge.   Here is what I have found to be true in my world. 

No matter what you do, if you allow other people’s opinions of you to disturb you, you will never really accomplish the most important things in your life.  You see once you are able to look past the material things that make us think that we have arrived. You will see that after you have gained all that can be possibly gained in the world system; someone’s opinion will still determine your worth.  We fail to realize that people’s opinions of us whether good or bad are based on their worldview. So often times their opinions cannot be used as empirical evidence to direct yourrrrr  path.    It is easier for me to believe that God’s opinion of  me  is based on my  daily walk with Him/Her (Of course Great Spirit is not gender specific, that too is the opinion of men) rather than my commitment to another man’s vision. What is a walk conducive to the will of God?  What does that really mean? I am sure that neither one has anything to do with being obedient to human arrogance. The right car, the right house, the right job, the right associates, all are wonderful to have, but does that really have anything to do with the Creator.  If we are to be judged based on our obedience to God and how He views our interaction with our fellow man, then how can anyone of us set ourselves apart from verbal fornication?  We divide the house of God while preaching unity.   God’s grace and mercy is granted to us daily, so  I think that is the reason we were allowed to wake  up this morning.  It is my opinion that in God’s eyes, we are worth more than any gold or silver so I doubt that filled collections plates is a prerequisite for entrance into heaven.  I cannot believe that there is any medium of exchange could determine the path  our eternal soul. (Smile). I am sure,  God would not cheapen his integrity  by placing a price tag on blessings.  Based on some religious doctrines, the price for us has already been paid, by the life of Jesus, right.  Not to make light of anyone’s belief, but if God allowed us to  kill His son so we could be redeemed He wasted His life. We certainly are not benevolent in our actions towards one another, we still steal in the name of God and our temples resemble the same ones that Christ tore apart. We justify our inhumane acts against one another as a form of conversion, while we destroy the spiritual integrity of God for a few dimes.  What if we all just took a normative philosophy to life? What would that mean for us?  Treat others, as we would want to be treated. You would never harm another person in your life!

Most of us face trials and tribulations with the mindset that we are being given some great divine test of our faith. I think this is just the delusional arrogance of human nature that would prefer to give negative occurrences up to a divine test. Could it be   we are the bearers of each other’s trials, and in this attempt at life, we suffer. I try you you try me.  That’s right most of the trials we face are self-inflicted by our human condition. The Craving of the humanself is uncompromised in its attempt to feel good.  Many of us realize that the only reason we are able to preserver is our undying faith in God and our predesigned destiny. See belief is a powerful affirmation; it is one of the force fields of life. If you believe, you can achieve.  Right? It should be just that simple, but roadblocks of religion have side swiped our reality.  It is hard to get to a god of reciprocity when you are broke.

Nevertheless, the day I was delivered, I had nothing to give. Everything that I thought God had blessed  me with was gone. The self-proclaimed ambassadors of God had tried and convicted me.  Who could win such a fight against people who practiced their religiosity and by Royal decree were allowed to  Fornicate Under Consent of the King over me. Looking for reason to commit me to their institutions of mental interrogation, while justifying,  why they were allowed to steal my wealth.   Of course being in a state of total humility gave me an automatic ticket to receive divine protection.  God will swope in to save a wounded bird.  Prayers from people I did not know, while myself holding on to the umbilical cord of creation, is what keep me.   I often wondered though if God was schizophrenic or something, allowing me to be destroyed while delivering me from the hands of my enemy.  Being purused by holy whores and judged by their self-righteous indignation has always ended in death for those they have deemed unworthy. (Remember how Jezebel chased down the prophets).  Nevertheless, God was the trickster, in my case.   Instead of destroying me  as my holy enemies bided Him;  He restored me and  opened my eyes and ears. He prepared me to endure the insults of human ignorance. Yeah, it is ignorance to justify your heinous actions against others by counting down their  days of destruction using God’s holy number seven.  In seven days your house will fall, in seven days I will occupy it, God will restore you, in Seven days etc. etc.  In seven days you will wish you had never laid your hands upon me.  As I look through the eyes of my  enemy, I understand why some thought I was unnatural. How can a person who has been slow poisoned by conditioning and hexed by the relentless eyes of self- righteousness still be alive.  Hmmm (Real Life). But, you see God had me in a four corner room, restoring me to health , as spiritual sages injected me with   undying love and faith in  my Creator. It is a good thing it happened for me like this. I am one spirit essence  who absolutely realizes that there is a God, because no man could have aided me in the middle of limbo hanging on to a string. Not one.  Instead, God had perused my heart so he knew I was earnest. Not man but God rescued me!  

 It would be naive of me to believe that a God who came in the flesh as His Son would not understand the characteristic of the humankind, so maybe that is why I believe forgiveness is so pertinent to our growth.   I know that God understands the flesh that is why grace and mercy is upon us daily.    But nevertheless  I know that  Spiritual health will lose to material wealth in the struggle for human  existence every time.  We have to live. Hell, a rich man who speaks, as a fool will command a larger audience than a poor man who is wise.  Just listen.  I have learned to listen to the wind, pay attention when a rainbow has been painted in the sky, watch the soaring hawk, and to self-examine before I express my intent. Since  I am a creature who  had nothing to barter with and God and he delivered me.  I am under the impression that God does not require a service fee, in order to set us free.  Interesting thought we can all AFFORD freedom. Hmmmm.

 I think that maybe God is impressed by our willful obedience to His commandment of Love.  But, I live here on earth and here, so often I have witnessed people being promoted  because either they are accepted by  the privileged or they cowar to  the self-righteous babblings of the intellectual and religious elites, who promote moral opinions full of prejudice.  Of course , I’d rather God’s promotion. (Big Smile).   I try to imagine the ancestors of the privileged righteous (raised eyebrows ^_^) sitting at the feet of archetypical images purged from the minds of primitive men who were on the same journey, as they. Searching for the same answers as us. Forming conclusions, in their delusional consciousness displayed in their secret labyrinths of deceit and uncertainty.   While, promoting falsified concepts of righteousness from metaphors, allegories, fables, tales and lies disguised as Divine mandates from God.  Ruling the destiny of souls without Divine Authority and corrupting the true essence of Love. ( Pay no attention to me I have no degree of worth in this system, so my word are a moot issue). Anyway, I think these moguls all sat around snickering at the idea that future explorers will follow their instructions as heavenly inspiration. 

It would truly be bliss if we could really love each other as we love ourselves, now wouldn’t it.  It seems simple enough to do, but in reality, it is complicated for humankind to grasp.  I KNOW THAT.  The request to love may seem romantic, heroic, foolish, or weak, but in my truth, it is the most powerful spiritual emotion alive. To learn to love I think, is the final destination, for the human condition.  Because I do not believe that, one human has not been tempted to hate someone, if not for injury to us, for ignoring us all together. That is where trials and test manifest. No one learns to love just because some religious guru tells him or her to. Maybe we actually learn to love when we are given fair opportunity to hate. Yes, hate, because there is no way you can just love someone who has hurt you. First, we have to practice forgiveness, and then we must come to the realization that sometimes all of us will hurt someone. Some hurts are deliberate and some are out of sheer ignorance. ( Growth)  But I do  know that when you love God,   He will place a stone hedge around you maintained by the edicts of His Love. (This cannot be penetrated by wishful thinking, and your enemy is left looking O_O somewhat confused and aloof).   I know this for sure because, I was there cold, and lonely holding on to my sanity by a thread, but a force field of divine protection keep me until I could stand. I realized that my hate was just from a wounded ego.   Moreover, once I realized my truth, no human could take authority over my spiritual integrity.   So I found it wise for me to ignore the words of self-made demi gods’ spuing their thoughts of spiritual conviction and moral restrictions over my life.  You know  the kind people who pour their philosophies over you like battery acid, eating away at our consciousness.  Deliberately dissolving your attachment to the Universe of Unconditional Love, while forcing you to submit to their dogmas and anything else they make up to control you.  (long winded)

Often times I felt like a loser, so I counted myself out before others could. But it was meditation I had while sitting on the Mississippi River  levy one day  that let me know,  God still had me in the race; so I just picked up pace.  I did not know where I was going, but did  I know that  as long as I had breath I had to get up. (Not that I wanted to).  There are many vices in the world system that inflicts injury to the concept of love.   However, none has been successful in nullifying it.   Nothing will ever succeed at destroying Love. I am thankful for that. For it not for Love I would have lost both my feet and hands. 

In times to come I believe humankind will grow in love, because more people will  learn to love themselves. It is my hopes that instead of people running each other down looking for reasons to criticize each other  they will run  each down with Love.  Oh my!   Ain’t that sweet. I hope people will realize that they can  experience the freedom of seeking God  without having to pay tokens of homage to the egos of men. (Divinely inspired or not).

It is my thirst to crease the boundaries of my existence, so that is why I pay more attention to the nature things, rather than their actions. One is simply the manifest of the other anyway.  I can say that Love is the reason that I am alive and Love is the reason that I will continue to live. I know the miracle of Love is what has saved me.  And it is because of that Love I will crossover consciously into my next existence.  See I may not leave a vault full of financial wealth for my future generations but they will be able to read what was on their great, great, great, great, great etc. grandma’s mind.  Love is the reason I will leave these writings for them. I do not want anyone’s opinion to dilute my truth. See old Chrystal is free from self-hate and the obvious pains from a delusional  past so I have no need to impress.  I am free to accept my truth and I am  free to Love you.

Ya see, these are just few thoughts and experiences I had on my road to  Gethsemane.  (Content included in this Essay is just my opinion and you know what that means; we all have one and they all are up for discussion).

Goodnight and May the Love of God keep you in safe journey as you sleep. Moreover, May the Love of God wake you to a brand New Day!

JUST AN OPINION ABOUT LIFE