THE CRAB MENTALITY

A barrel of snow crab from cold Alaskan waters were hauled on deck, they were precious bounty and would command a premium in price.  As the boatmen loaded their cargo in the holds of the ship there was time and opportunity for a blessed few crabs to make it back into the sea, tall waves crashed over the deck of the ship that could carry them back to sea, but the could never would come to fruition for these crabs.  In fac, the legend holds that crab barrels need no lids, they are self contained.  As soon as one is about to make it out, his fellow will pull him down and climb over him in his bid for freedom. Thus you have it, the proverbial “barrel of crabs”.  Which begs to ask the question; What is it inside of crabs that makes them such (ferocious ) haters?  They are determined that not one of them will make it out.

Not related, scientists are studying how selfies (self taken photographs) look strange to the person and it is now a disorder that they have named.   Huh(Scooby doo sound), since they are studying this non-sense, maybe they would like to look at something really important to humanity,  like studying crab brains and using that information on learning ways to liberate the crab mind mentality from the minds of men and women who are afflicted today.  We need crab mind liberation in a pill form.

When my heart looks at the world we live in today, I see more often than not, anger in the place where love should be.  The women inside of a woman’s circle are her harshest critics, and the men inside of a man’s inner group are his fiercest enemies.  Jealousy, envy, and covetousness corrupts the hearts of men and women, and instead of being well wishers and congratulaters, they are cross out artists, back stabbers and haters.  They should support you, love you, and offer a boost up in the hopes that you should make it, but in reality they are elated when you fail.  They can only envision a world where they are above you.  The crab mentality is a tactic the evil one taught men to use to pluck down God’s children down each time they were about to make it over the hump.  The good news is, if God is for you, then he is more than the whole world against you, and hate as they may, they can only do you temporary harm.  Know without doubt that the same God whose been keeping you will carry you all the way through.   See yourself running through the open door and laugh because no hater can stop your elevation.

Could you just imagine a second living the life of a hater?  Everywhere you’d go you’d have that mad eyebrows look.  That would be tiresome in itself, then you would have to be a hail-storm of negative energy and salt down everything positive you hear and see occurring around you. You would have to lie on your friends, slander your colleagues and co-workers, to always put yourself in the best position to gain, in that perfect light.  You’d tell your spouses secrets, or your friend’s secrets, and all you could contrive to always make yourself appear better than they are.  Harboring so much negativity would cause a person to have a stroke, a heart attack, a stomach-ache, or a headache, I’m sure of it.  It just doesn’t make since, it is so much easier to love than to hate.  I’m puzzled at how some persons claim to love God, whom they’ve never seen, and hate their sister or brother whom God created that they see daily?  That was Lucifer’s sin, he refused to bow down and worship man whom God had created?  There are a lot of little Lucifer’s running around the world today spreading: misdirection, chaos, and discord, between the sisters and the brothers.  May I also add that they are some hateful little devils!

For my part I have been a lover of man and womankind, we are all awesome in our creation as is the God who created us.  Everyman is my brother and every woman is my sister and I will do my part to build the love between us.  Things won’t always go well and we won’t always get along, but I won’t hesitate to say, “I’m sorry” when I’m wrong or, “forgive me” when I am right.  If I failed to do so, then I’d be in danger of becoming a hater myself.  It is true that we have all been conditioned to hate, on the basis of being pitted against each other in a race for survival, subsistence, wealth, class, and status.  It is however contingent upon us as evolved humans to break the chains hatred spawns over our hearts and minds, because they are hindering our development as people.  We must protect our minds and our hearts that’s what is in danger of injury and corruption.  We can’t allow the stone faces, and the toilet mouths to destroy the love, warmth, kindness, and forgiveness that God filled our hearts with.

There will always be back stabbers, because there will always be people that desire what you possess.  There will always be the jealous persons, they will be mad at you for any reason, and for no reason at all.  People will curse you, lie on you, and talk about you.  Then you may actually do something wrong and they will really clobber you!   Pay them no attention as you prepare for your meteoric rise…the greatest revenge is success…think about it.

Thank God For Mom

If I am going to blog about mothers, I should begin by saying that the closest you will get to experiencing God on this earth, is through your mother.  The bond of parent and child amplifies the noble attributes of: patience, tolerance, kindness, forgiveness, and unconditional love.  Think about it, you know “him” or “her”, and they have a face only a mother can love.  I don’t intend to step on toes, I mean; God bless them, and God has blessed them, he deposited them to the earth with a caregiver, full of love and nurture.   Right now, there is a man on death row and guess what?  His mother loves him, a lot.  If anyone is a good person or not so good a person; if they are winning or failing, if they are on the side of right, or clearly in the wrong, their mother will still keep on loving them…just like God.  Right now, there is a 2 dollar whore who is the scorn of her community, friends, and family, and the conclusion of the matter,  her mother loves her and will keep on her loving her till she gets better, or perishes.  She will cherish her in death.

Mothers strive and push, dig and grind, hustle and bustle, and somehow, delay the gratifications of their own needs, to put the bread on the table for the family, for life.  Jesus said that whoever gives a child a cup of cold water will receive his reward in heaven (Matthew 10:42).  What do you suppose mama will receive after years of caring for us while we were still vulnerable and unable to care for ourselves, loving us and feeding our mouths good things to eat?  Could you imagine spotting the food bill for life?  And My Jesus, the way some folks eat that could be a million dollar proposition, not to mention the toilet paper, air freshener, and ungodly odors some of you left in Moms bathroom, after you destroyed her much famed cooking.  For certain there are smells only a mother could tolerate, no one else would invite them back for more, but mothers do.

Some mothers are by birth, and some mothers are made mothers by designation from the hearts of their beloved.  I have known some persons who lacked the rearing from their biological mom, but when I heard there stories there was always a woman somewhere who stepped up, took the responsibility for them, and loved them like their mother would.  A big heart makes a woman become a mother, and for a woman it doesn’t matter that biologically the child isn’t hers. Unconditional   Love is the principle thing.  Mothers are magnanimous by their innate nature; they’re the closest thing to God on this earth.

I am one of those conspiracy theorists who believe that many of our holidays are manufactured to create opportunities for spending for the merchants, but Mothers Day is a valid Holy Day and well worth spending for luxury items, flowers, and dinner.  Mama earned it, I thank God for my mother, she is awfully awesome!  She fears God, works hard, and in every situation is a help in any way that she can be.  She’s followed me everywhere that I’ve ever been, and helped me in everyway imaginable.  This Mothers Day remember these ideas and try to recall a little of your past and the ways Mother have been extremely gracious and good to you.  Think about how you would put your cruddy feet all over her couch and how you would poot her living room up, still she just kept right on loving you.  Remember when you “borrowed” her car after she was sleep and you weren’t supposed to be driving (stealing), and remember when she was out of town how you turned her house into a club and a hotel.  And mother always forgave us didn’t she.  I can’t help but be grateful.  I thank God for Mom and I thank Him for the closest manifestation of His divine attributes on this earth, in the love of a mother. 

"THE REASON WHY"

I get frustrated sometimes.  Sometimes there is a reason, sometimes it appears there isn’t reason.  But, there is always a reason why.  The psycho-babble phrase coined  for the time is bi-polar, but it’s not that.  It’s deep seated and deeply entrenched with time, it is century’s old pain. To illustrate, has anyone seen 12 years a slave?  It is a true story and a heartbreaking film.  While you are watching your soul will begin to bear the burden of the lead actor (Soloman Northrup) played by (Chiwetel  Ejiofor).  He is a free black man in the north who is lured away through the promise of great gain, by two white cultured businessmen.  They offer him a fictitious job with incredible pay and invite him to celebrate at a fine eating establishment, where he is finagled and enticed by his own greed, to one too many drinks.  When he wakes up, he is in chains and the dilemma begins.  His whole family is taken and for twelve years he lives the life of a Georgia slave, with every inherent indignity.  Finally he obtains his freedom through the kindness of a white sympathizer, Samuel Bass (Brad Pitt), who delivers a letter which ultimately gains him his freedom.  When he is returned to his freedom and meets with his daughter at the end, he is shaking, trembling, and broken; the shell of a man.  It is staggering and a must see for those of you who have not had the experience.  The film won the Oscar for Best Picture.    I’m thankful to see art of that caliber, because it can speak for me and explain the reason why.

I believe as a tool it aids the populace at large, in understanding why a segment of our society is lost, has lost, and is currently continuing to lose.  Another interesting story was told to this blogger, that during the great California gold rush of 49, a white man and a black man struck up a partnership in the interests of becoming rich.  After some astute prospecting and land surveying they climbed a steep hill, at a flat place of which they made their discovery of tons of gold in an open cavern.  Each immediately went into his pack, the white man produced a rope, and the black man produced a brick.

  ‘What are you going to do with that rope,’ asked the black man, the tension was thick. 

“Throw it down to my fellows, and brothers in the race of course, I imagined that with these tons of gold we’ll need help excavating and transporting it all, of which they would be compensated in a fair parcel of gold. “What we’re you going to do with that brick,” the white man asked.

“I too was thinking of my brothers except that, when I would see them ascending the slope I planned to throw it and knock them down,” the black man said. He hated his brothers.

 Slavery days are long past; at least slavery in that concept, still we know the fallout keeps occurring for millions of Americans.  We even know who did it; it doesn’t matter, those persons are dead and gone.  The doors are open we are fully engrained into society. Everybody black has white friends, contacts, business, and social club partners.  Likely, its one of those that begin to talk really black when you arrive on the scene; the one who you tease, that if they get any blacker, they’re going to have bad credit.  You have to love them, because they feel for you.  The fact that they identify with you, mirror your speech, like your music, and your style, say that they think highly of you as a creation of God.  It’s not their fault.    The blame game just doesn’t suffice anymore.  As long as anyone is blaming someone, even if they are right, all that they will have is right.  You can’t buy a Mercedes with right. 

I admire white men for their dedication to their race and their heritage; they don’t mind helping a brother in need.  I don’t mind helping a brother in need either.  I love my peeps, all of them and I want to facilitate mending the broken bridges between us.  We can all feel the vibe brewing like an undercurrent, things can’t remain the same.  Most folks I believe are waiting on a charismatic leader like Martin Luther King to come along again, but all that’s required to initiate change is the leader in each of us. If we join together (all people) we can access the power of unity and help all our little brothers and sisters who are lost, struggling, and living with crazy feelings inside, and don’t understand the reason why

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As for me I’m not afraid to dream.   I’m empowered by faith in the Most High God and that has evolved to be my reason why.  I can visualize a better future for our young people.  I envision a world where there is no nausea induced by disturbing images of a grown man with his cloths down, and  his buttocks out, walking in front of a me and my family. Imagine, there would be no more traumas from the boxers in the crack looking like a toaster oven slot.   Ah’ grossed me out, I just threw up!

I will light of many situations, I will laugh and joke, but this isn’t play for me.  I want to be effective and relevant as a blogger. There is so much power in an idea whose time has come.  I want to be an advocate of the idea.  Imagine, if you would a single tree, it yielded 100, 000 matches which were boxed and shipped all over the world. Imagine one match, it was lit and burned 100, 000 trees, that’s the reason why.

Real Talk

Today the blog is a poem. This is however, entirely permissible, because this is an urban blog.  Anything that is true, real, or relevant is fair game for discussion.  That is because those are the things that are cutting in their revelation and impartation to our own souls.  Urban life is gritty and pungent, like the scent that the homeless men’s urine leaves that fouls the air up downtown. In urban life there is polluted government just lining its coffer’s with the blood sweat and tears of hard working, God fearing, and law abiding folks. Unjust corporations that support the economys of the town may take flight overnight, like a dandelion seed wafting to a third world country to exploit there cheap labor pool and lenient tax laws. It’s nothing personal...its business, it’s urban. It’s urban like the lady who was being mugged in the street and no man was willing to step up and help her because they were afraid of the hoodlums.  I'm not afraid to act, write, or speak about the realities and dilemmas the annals of time have ushered us into.  This is a time like no other since the dawn of humanity!  Did you know that 67 people now control 50% of the world’s wealth?  Yes, I said 67 people own half of the world in land currency, and goods!   www.forbes.com/sites/forbesinsights/2014/03/25/the-67people-as-wealthy-as-the-worlds-poorest 3.5 billion/

If you are not the member of the first exclusive membership, then you may be an unwilling party of the second group of 3.5 billion people whose net worth is about 486 dollars.  That’s urban, that’s urban like your place being burglarized on Christmas, or having your car rammed, only to see the offender crank up and drive away.  Urban like a liquor store, check cashing place, and pawn shop on every block.  Urban like this poem I leave, self-written, entitled:

THAT’S REAL TALK

I’m so sick of these bobble-heads,

Slide on by me simpletons,

I’m craving real man-versation,

The new Chief Keef song, speakers, and chrome rims,

Is boring…when my mind, body, and soul, is craving stimulation,

Cerebral elevation, contemplation, and soul stirring cogitation!

About how our historical legacy

Facilitated these societal ills,

And expanding the definition of what it means to keep it real,

Like developing and implementing legitimate economical skills,

That pays bills… and don’t have to steal and sell dope,

Or do dope, because you broke minus hope and can’t cope.

Or meet the end of your rope, at the muzzle of an AR-15

Chasing dreams, whose odds are paper lean

Simply trying to have a few greens, in the pockets of your jeans…

Yeah that’s real talk!

I’m sick of theses circuit thinking brothers’, 30 years old want to be a rap star…Huh?

If you understood anything, it would concept in your chitlin eating brains,

 That’s the same bullcrap,

Keeping us stuck where we are…

With that ole nigga killer, kill a nigga mentality,

Glorifying dying and promoting criminality!

As opposed to mental liberation, from a relevant education…

And I’m not talking about that junk they stupefying our youth with,

Down at the public school… fool.

I mean the true knowledge of self,

And the conception of family and love,

As a measure of wealth,

Yeah, that’s real talk,

Not that popcorn, Hollywood, insignificant ignorance,

Won’t get you nowhere and don’t mean spit!

Get a life!  Better yet get a knife… and stick yourself…

For your own stupidity and simplicity.

Don’t you realize that your sons and daughters lives are at stake?

The choices you and I make,

Determine the society they will grow up in,

Already the future for the average black child looks thin like the wind,

Corrections Corporation of America wants all our sons to be the pen,

And evil men want our daughters to be their drug addict, fun giggling booty whores,

They want to own a body like it was back in slavery times…

Need I say more?

Yeah that’s real talk!

 Righteousness brought forth, to raise our consciousness, God Bless!

"The Two Poles"

I remember being bored out of my mind in Biology class while we were learning about the heart, brain, and central nervous system.  I thought it was all a waste of time.  What use would the knowledge be to me in the real world, the purposes of dendrites and synapses and electrical pulses surging inside of the human body escaped me, until recently.

The epiphany came when I conceptualized, wherever there is electricity, there is always a positive charge.  Wherever there is electricity, there is also a negative charge.  Positive ions aggregate and flow in one direction, negative ions bind together and flow on the divergent pathway.  The two poles or “polarities” are antithetical, meaning they are directly opposed; still they co-exist in the same system.  You can’t have one without the other.

Perform this simple experiment to try my assertion:  The next time you wake up feeling great, singing loudly, and smiling ear to ear, take notice how quickly negativity or negatively charged sub-atomic particles are looking to make the molecular leap and kill your positive vibe.  Moods are infectious as the flu and attitudes are the catalysts.  Someone else’s negativism will facilitate your degeneration of character as opposed to your liberation and mental elevation.  One positive, plus one negative, equals no charge.  You didn’t even know it, all that passed were a few words, what may have been said, may or may not be what you heard?  It doesn’t matter you’ve been neutralized!  No charge equals no energy, and no ability to do work.  Work is already hard, but it is even harder when you cannot be efficient.

And God help you if your home or work environment is over run with negativity.  Two negative sub-atomic particles together have heightened magnetic power to steal the positively charged one and to convert it to negative energy, negativism, and amp up the negative flow.  If you are here you probably want to check into Lakeside Mental Health Hospital, because it is hell, chaos, and disorder. Have any sour pusses ever stolen your joy? Negatively charged sub-atomic particles in the atmosphere are called free radicals.  Free radicals cause cancer, and they are just floating around and waiting to make the leap to you and change your polarity. Having your human system filled with all that negativity is toxic.  I suggest avoiding the unhappy and unlucky and gracing the world with a smile.  Smiles are as infectious as frowns.

I thank the singer Pharrell, for his hit song, “Happy,” and his interpretation of positivism.  It’s inspiring as well as uplifting to know that I am not merely left to the mercy of leaping electrons.  My disposition, my character, and my way of being are entirely a personal choice.  I can choose to stay in the progressive flow of positivism, or by default I can allow myself to regress into negativism.  “Poor little me,” or I would say, “it’s all their fault.”  All the circumstances for the change I needed in my life would be left to the moodiness of others and how they ”felt.”  The positive power: to generate, create, and build, God has endowed me with would all be latent, dormant, and impotent. 

I know I will still have bad days:  some bobble-head will tell me the glass is half empty when I can clearly see its half full, and some customer service  yo-yo will be hindering my progress at the other end of the phone saying, “Sorry we can’t,” when I know that “we can”.  There will be those mornings when I will speak to a co-worker, friend, or colleague and say, “Good Morning,” and they will say, “I don’t see what’s good about it, I feel like crap, I’m tired, I hate this job…etc.,” I will just ease away, they going down like the Titanic I need to get away so I don’t get sucked down, deuces, feel for you but im outie!  Association brings assimilation, if you surround yourselves with happy people, you’ll be happy.  I tried it,and I’m just happy to be happy!!!