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Are the Dead Among Us?

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Hello World,

Here’s another sporadic post. :) A couple days ago my niece asked me, “When someone dies, why do people say, ‘they are watching over you’?” She elaborated further to say doesn’t the Bible say they are asleep, or something.

You know, she is absolutely right, that is in the Bible. Recently, I was on a trip with a young lady who said something similar, “You don’t talk to the dead; that’s Biblical.” It got me to thinking (and researching Scripture).

Are we lying to comfort ourselves, or is there a spiritual interaction going on? What about claiming as long as I live, you live (the dead person)? I am guilty of this, too. So, I’m still searching and trying to understand all of this.

What are your thoughts, have you ever considered this? I’d love to hear your thoughts on this topic~ Enlightenment is always welcomed~!

~Peace, Blessings, &Prosperity~

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It’s not them that’s killing us, it’s us …!!

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Hello World,

I write this post with a heavy heart and utter disbelief. Greed and envy are two of the most dangerous and disrespectful sentiments one can boast, secretly or openly.

Huntsville, AL, do you not want more for yourself than the crumbs they are tossing to you?? Every day and night there is another crime being committed by our young African American men and women; and for what? I understand times are hard and you’re hungry—but clamping down on your own community is STUPID and fruitless.

If we can’t band together now, all hope for the future is lost.

One of our own who has worked tirelessly for years within the Northside community of Huntsville was a victim of a burglary last night. The burglary came less than 24 hours after a well-organized fundraiser on his shop’s grounds. The fundraiser was for a family oriented community-wide event, which he will host, for the youth of Huntsville.

This act was senseless! Who else is providing safe, fun entertainment for your kids on the Northside? The hardly-supervised Richard Showers Center? The Aquatics? Really, people are you even thinking? He has held FREE events and activities for the kids for over 10 years, and what thanks does he get? NONE.

But aside from his generosity, let’s remember the kids in this. The youth will be the real losers here; so many look forward to this event, The Comedy Luau, to showcase their talents in a wholesome way, to catch fellow entertainers, for a glimpse of a superstar, Joe Johnson of Atlanta Hawks, and to simply play and be completely carefree and kids for an entire day!

What is wrong with us, stealing from kids?? I’m ashamed. And today, I am asking you to show some compassion; reach out to save the next generation, show them love! You don’t have to like someone, but you absolutely MUST respect that he/she is trying to save OUR children!! What have you done for the children? Before you judge, extend a hand.

If you are moved to contribute to this event, which was scheduled for July 21st, to show the children that they do mean something to us, despite how a select few are wilding, make a donation.

REFILL THE FUNDRAISING JAR:

2908 Meridian Street North
Suite A
Huntsville, AL 35811

To learn more about his generous efforts and past events for North Huntsville, go to http://www.blackpearlselect.com/mm_entertainment_calendar.html

A sad day for Huntsville, and the youth.

~Peace, Blessings, and Growth~

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Call Me Stupid: Being His Baby Mama is No Honor

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This subject is bugging me something serious. I have heard from many young ladies that their significant other, or friend, is selling them a pipe dream about being a Baby Mama. Being any man's baby mama is no honor in my eyes. I'm sorry, but I cannot buy into that backwards ideology. The only way being his Baby Mama can be considered a privilege is if he is God and you are the revamped Virgin Mary!

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He Will Be the One to Give Me Away!

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A little time has passed since I graced these pages, and go figure that my return would be a mushy one :) !

I just realized that no matter how much my brother and I have grown apart he will definitely be the one to walk me down the aisle on my wedding day. He’s changed and I have changed, too; nevertheless, he will always be the one who understood me first. He was the first guy that told me I could be me, whomever that may be.

He didn’t judge me, and he promised to give me the best; even though he was the first to physically hurt me so that I would be prepared for the bruises of the world, and know to never to take it from (nor fear) any man. It’s amazing what you realize as you get older!

I’ve never properly thanked him because I don’t come from an emotional-type family. However, to walk through the doors on his arm would speak volumes, show him my gratitude way more than any words that I could ever utter. Whoever waits for me at the end of the altar will definitely have my brother to thank for the lady he receives. He was the best big brother to me as I grew unaware of it all.

No matter what, I was my brother’s babygirl. For that reason alone, whether we are speaking when that time comes, I will break the silence to ask him to walk me down the aisle.

~Peace, Blessings, and Growth~

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“Aah #%&$*!!” <That Ain’t Love, Boo

Ooo, baby, just to hear you speak
Makes me argue just to see
How much you’re in love with me
See, like a queen, a queen upon her throne

–Lauryn Hill “Sweetest Thing”

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The above lyrics come from Her Majesty, Lauryn Hill; “Sweetest Thing” is a beautiful song, which I adore. However, I must not have fully listened to the lyrics, or at the very least, I missed the line “Makes me argue just to see/ how much you’re in love with me.” (*Record Scratch!*)

Whoa, wait a minute. That is NOT how you express or get someone else to express their love for you. It’s not even how you judge someone’s love for you! And you know what else, that is not the model of a Queen–it’s actually a very ratchet thing to do.

But it is the phenomenon of our day: Women and Men are going home (which is supposed to be a place of refuge from the external chaos) and creating dramatic scenes just to get passionate (anger is a form of passion) responses from their mate/significant other/spouse, etc. Is this not a problem??

Personally, I am a very peaceful person on the home front (now this doesn’t solely mean the house you share with your lover; I am using it in the sense of “home is where the heart is,” i.e., my boo is my home). Why in the world would I want to have a petty argument with someone I love, or care deeply for?

You’ll mess around and start a petty argument with me and it could be our last (LOL!). If you get my anger from 10 to 100, I will be mad for real while you’re playing; no amounts of sorry will work. But all you wanted was for me to show you that I love you? BS!

Ladies and gentlemen, stop with the petty arguments, please. Just tell your spouse what you need in order to feel the love, geez. Go easy on the drama. … Also, I don’t care who the song artist is, stop believing all that craziness. Fights and screams do not equate love. Yeah, I said it!

Peace, Blessings, & Growth!

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Christopher Alan Brown murder 4/12/1985 Flint, MI *Stepmother, Rosalind L. Brown and her brother, Montel Pettiford, convicted, sentenced to LWOP*

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11-year-old Christopher Alan Brown was killed by his stepmother, Rosalind L. Brown and her brother, Montel Pettiford. Both were convicted and sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole. He was poisoned, then his body thrown into the Flint River, in an effort to make it look like an accidental drowning. Surprisingly, it worked for 2 decades, even though his blood alcohol level was twice the legal limit for an adult.

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Watch this on ID Channel, and it broke my heart!! #whobleedsforthechildren ??

What did they try to mold you into?

Hello World!

I’ve missed you all! Alas, life gets crazy sometimes … hey, I warned ya, didn’t I?!

Anyhoo, I’ve been thinking, and of course, I want you all to think with me. Think about your neighborhood, your surroundings growing up. Especially, my people in Huntsville, AL (I’m sure this location is not an anomaly), what are the names of streets in YOUR area?

Have any of you ever wondered why the white schools were located on / near streets called “Princeton,” “Harvard,” “Stanford,” “Deans Dr,” “College St,” etc.?

Now, what are the streets on the Northside called? Ha! Glad you asked. Those streets have common, oftentimes “personal” names. Some of the names are “Holmes,” “Battle Dr,” “Leroy,” “Gay,” “Fay,” “Rolling Hills,” “Lumary,” etc.

Do you see the discrepancy in this? You walk or drive down these streets every day and  you get NO inspiration from going down a “Teejay Dr” or a “Barry St”. Yet, little Billy, Jane, and Sue (and the fortunate 2% minority that are allowed to make up the white schools’ student body) are being trained to feel right at home at Harvard, Princeton, and Stanford–encouraged to be one of the elite.

Exceptionalism is way deeper than the surface level names. Think, people. This, in my humble opinion, is another attempt to set us up for failure. Not only did they ingrain hidden messages into the street names, which provided no inspiration or guidance for you, but they also put liquor stores on the corner to push the message of worthlessness home for you. Hopefully, you missed the  numerous signs. :)

Now, that you know, you can begin to teach your child that just because they live on or venture down Battle Drive almost every day, it doesn’t mean that their future must be contained to that block!

They, too, belong among the elite.

~Peace, Blessings, & Prosperity~

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