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    Good evening, friends! Just a quick post here before I go to bed…wanna speak briefly about this whole Mercury Retrograde thing.

    If you don’t know what it is, Google it for details. The basic gist, however, is that Mercury is on some next ish and it has communication all out of wack.

    Now, I know plenty of people who don’t believe in it. View it the way they view astrology: for entertainment purposes only. But ya’ll. On the real. God created the UNIVERSE…not just planet Earth. So we are all connected…believe that. We ARE affected by what’s happening in that large, expansive, galaxy-filled space that surrounds us…and the reality of that IS quite entertaining, to say the least.

    I for one have been feeling the effects of Mercury’s shenanigans, particularly being a Gemini ruled by the planet Mercury. My phone and internet service have been especially dodgy, for one, but the most evident has been in the petty quarrels I’ve been having with my friend. Our arguments have been so ridiculous but I’m starting to see the connection…and we’re both Geminis at that. God help us.

    But that’s just it. Only God can see us through these times of the year where everyone is PMSing for weeks on end and can’t seem to figure out why. I have been keeping myself together during this time by ensuring that my daily communication with HIM stays intact.

    Mercury is in retrograde until October 25. I am going to use this period of miscommunication to draw within to myself. To stay in prayer and daily meditation with the Lord, and to really focus on my personal growth. I love the image above because it reminds me to transform this into a spiritual experience. A lesson in understanding, empathy, compassion, and forgiveness.

    My friend and I have deleted each other’s numbers and who knows when we’ll speak again…probably not until Mercury goes direct in a few weeks. However, my experience with him coupled with my knowledge of the planetary influence in it all, has me on guard for the next day, the next conversation, the next misunderstanding.

    I pray that you all thrive during this month’s retrograde. Be compassionate, be patient, be kind, be understanding. Love your fellow Geminis and Virgos more than ever. Regroup, recharge, reevaluate your life. Get your ish together.

    Good night, y’all! ♡

    My Daily Rant: The Joy of Obedience

    This is going to be a quick little vent.

    But it’s not an angry vent; it’s a happy vent! Didn’t know those existed with me, did you? :p Well, they do! And here is one:


    (I’m feeling some type of way about the little one-eyed monster on the image up there but we’re going to look past that and get to the point.)

    So yea, I quit my job last Friday.

    Now those who know me know that I am a major advocate of not quitting a job until you get a new job. It’s basic common sense.

    But I broke my own rule this time and I quit. Left work early, told my co-worker I would be right back and haven’t gone back since.

    And why did I quit? Well, to get into the specifics would be to relive a part of the job experience I was instructed by God to not speak on again. I will just get to the root of why with one simple word: PRIDE.

    I didn’t quit my job. My ego did. Yes, there were some things I did not like about the job. Yes, I am worth more and am capable of more than what the job offered. But it was a job that I’d asked for and that God blessed me with.

    If you read my post from my Thee Magazine page, you would know that I’d already been believing in God for a new job. I am confident that He is setting me up for greatness. However, aside from the purposes I’d found in why He had me in this position (read the other post here), I failed to acknowledge the greater purpose: the test.

    This entire job was a test in humility. Since Friday, I have been up and down in my feelings about whether I stepped out in faith listening to God’s voice or if I stepped out in pride, persuaded by the enemy. I have been trying to believe in the idea that I stepped out trusting God, which is truly the case; however the conviction of having missed the mark in displaying humility was still deep in my gut.

    I’ve been praying about it, ya’ll…a lot. And I asked the Lord to forgive me if in fact this was the case. Last night at Bible Study, though, it was confirmed that I needed to remove the “if” from the equation. This WAS the case. I didn’t quit my job under God’s direction. That was all me.

    Oh, Pastor talked about me last night, ya’ll, and I don’t even think he knew. This is how God works. He was basically like, “You can’t be on your job complaining about all of the things wrong! That’s not what you’re there for. God put you there for a purpose and it was to make His name known! Serve! Do what you’re supposed to do and let God take care of everything else around you!" Oh, he just went on and on. And the more he spoke, the more my tummy burned. The conviction, ya’ll…the conviction!

    But he did speak some encouraging words at the end. He told us (ME) that if we missed that test, not to fret. Because God will give us an opportunity to redeem ourselves. I am believing in God for a new job and I will get a new job, no doubt about it. But I am going to be tested in this way again. Chile, you won’t be able to pay me to complain about a job again. I am going to be so prayed up before and after work, the enemy will have zero entry into my being, causing me to fall short in my walk. No sir! I am going to be ready next time. I will be prepared and this ego, this pride, will not get the best of me again.

    This morning I called my former boss because I noticed that my final pay wasn’t in the bank. Come on now, ya’ll…don’t play with my money. He sounded so jipper and happy, it gave me comfort. Hmmm, maybe he isn’t mad at me.

    When I hung up the phone, I was instructed to call him back, to ask for forgiveness, and to apologize for the unprofessional way that I resigned from the job. And it took a couple of deep breaths and a few “Should I really?"  and one "Maybe I should e-mail/text him" before I was obedient…and I called back.

    Ya’ll when I say the Holy Spirit spoke through me.The words flowed so clearly, so concise and to the point, with such genuineness and love, I knew it wasn’t me speaking. I admitted to him my failing a test of humility and acknowledged that I should have spoken to him about the issues I was having before I allowed my pride to cause me to walk away. I told him that I respected him and his family and truly appreciated the opportunity he extended to me to work for his company. I apologized and I asked for his forgiveness…and you know what? He accepted my apology and he forgave me.

    He told me that he too wishes that we would have spoken about it beforehand but that it was okay. He appreciated my calling to tell him these things and that if I ever needed a referral for another job, he would give a good recommendation for me.


    Ya’ll, that felt so good! I’d just woken up and was still in the bed when I made this call but when I hung up, I woke up singing and dancing. “The presence of the Lord is heeeeeeere! I feel it in the atmospheeeeeere!

    It felt good! I’m telling you, there is a blessing in obedience! And I am not even talking about how “Oh, I called and did this now I know the Lord is going to do that!" No. My blessing was immediate. Felt in my spirit immediately. So much so that I had to come here before even brushing my teeth and making my morning coffee to share it with you all.

    It was just the boost I needed and it has released me from all doubt, all worry about my future. I have a clear conscience, I have confessed my wrongs before both God and man, and I am ready to press on.

    Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before. 

    I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.

    Philippians 3:13-14

    Have a blessed day, ya’ll! <3

    What Is Man that He is So Mindful of The Booty?

    Ladies, have you ever had a guy to justify ratchet behaviour with the assertion, “I am a man”?

    Of course you have.

    Does it annoy you the way it annoys me, though? Let me see of show of hands (just click the heart button after you read this…that will suffice.)

    I am certain there have been numerous times when I have heard this but I am going to give you two specific scenarios more easily recalled in my memory bank.

    One day while power walking in my neighborhood, this guy pulled up alongside me and commenced to getting his rap on. He finished his introductions and passed me his card for me to give him a call. I don’t remember the full specifics of the conversation as this was well over a year ago but one thing I remember is being so deep in the market for someone other than my Mother to talk to in this town where I knew few people, that I took his card instead of asking him not to even bother as I most likely would never call him.

    It was about two or three weeks before I did call him and one of the first things I asked him is why he pulled alongside me to talk to me not even knowing what I looked like. I mean, I had a cap on and everything and buddy slowed down before he could even get a shot of the profile of my face. Come on now, seriously, did he have to make it so apparent that he was literally pulling up to my bumper?

    His response, “Well, I am a man." So your being a "man" justifies your clearly being led by your penis in your interest in a woman. There was nothing about me beyond the physical that drew him towards me. No awareness of my personality, my intelligence, even my pretty FACE for that manner. No, according to his rationalization, all men are magnetized to our booty, not our beauty.

    I beg to differ. But more on that in a minute.

    A more recent example is a friend of mine who cannot see a bare behind on television without an accompanying sound effect. Whether it’s a “Mmh!" or a "Daaaamn,” he is going to say SOMETHING. We were at the movies last weekend and a bikini’d bottom walked across the big screen and there it was: “Mmmh.”

    Why do you do that?" I asked him.

    Do what?

    Feel the need to make a sound of ‘approval’ every time you see some booty?

    I’m a man!

    Well, you know what? So was Jesus! And I can guarantee you, He never got excited about the sight of mere flesh. How common and base can you be?

    I know women who do the same thing but never as blatantly obvious as men and we certainly don’t justify our hoots and whistles at the sight of chiseled abs by saying, “We are women!

    Men, it’s not cute. Whether it’s your homeboy, home-girl, or girlfriend you are sitting next to, making those kinds of sounds or any comment about a female’s body only makes you look kind of pathetic.

    How full of lust are you that you can’t even control your tongue? There can only be one thing going through your mind when you make sounds like that and I personally don’t want to know. I think it’s very boyish; not very MANLY at all.

    As a side note, oddly enough, the two individuals I am referring to in my examples are Christian; yet unaware of 1 Corinthians 13:11. Tsk.

    MEN know how to admire a woman’s beauty with respect. MEN are more interested in what is on the inside, and what rests on her neck than what’s on her chest and below her waist. 

    Yes, it is in all men to be physically attracted to the opposite sex; it’s inherent in all women as well. But if you are not even strong enough to control your reaction to a “nice physique”, then you need to examine yourself. This goes for women, too! Some of the comments under these #mcm photos are embarrassing. Get your behind in a cool shower. You’re burning in lust for a man who doesn’t even know you exist. #Jesusfixit

    Now don’t misunderstand me. This isn’t jealousy speaking as God has blessed me with whole package myself. This kind of behavior bothers me even if it’s just a friend who does it and is a deal breaker with any man hoping to be in a relationship with me. This is why, among other reasons, there was never anything that transpired between myself and power walk dude.

    We women know within the first 20 seconds what level of relationship we will or will not have with a guy. I knew with that weak approach that dude would never get to see much beyond the shirt I had tied around my waist that day.

    Perhaps if he would have drove completely past me, saw from his rear view mirror that I was a cutie pie and then slowed down to converse, I would have had an inkling more respect for him. However, first impressions are lasting; he could never redeem himself from that foolery.

    The friend I went to the movies with last weekend, though? There is still hope for him. There are some behaviors that we are just unconscious of. That we have grown so accustomed to doing that we can’t see the wrong in them.

    In a perfect world, men would not think with their penises and behave accordingly. We clearly do not live in a perfect world. I am continuing in a walk where I am drawing nearer to God and those in my circle can either join me in that walk or gon’ on across the street.

    Having said that, I will minister to my friend about this as he does it ALL the time. And friends don’t let friends behave like horny little douchebags.

    Good night, ya’ll.

    "The wilderness and the solitary place shall be glad for them; and the desert shall rejoice…it shall blossom abundantly, and rejoice even with joy and singing…" Isaiah 35:1-2a

    I love to see flowers growing in the midst of chaos as it is a spiritual reminder of our ability to bloom in the midst of parched circumstances. This shot was taken in front of the building where I work. They aren’t particularly beautiful, not the kind I would display in a vase, but they are there, growing still amidst cigarette butts, dead grass, and stomped on dirt.

    Are you continuing to blossom in the wilderness that is life as it is? Are your springing forth like fresh waters in the middle of life’s desert?

    If so, rejoice, dear friends…even with joy and singing…you may not feel that you blossom as a rose, but your petals are evident and admired just the same…♡

    #lovetober #flowerpower #day1

    Oh, hey Autumn!! ♡♡♡ (at On Sardonyx)

    PSA: Get Out’cha Feelings

    Ladies and gentlemen, we need to gain control over our reactions to the things people say and do to us.

    For real.

    This is something that I have to remind myself of daily so I am sharing it with you in case you need a reminder as well.

    No one can MAKE you mad, or MAKE you sad, or MAKE you feel any kind of way. If you feel “some kind of way" it’s because you chose to feel that way.

    Case in point. Yesterday, I witnessed someone get angry over something incredibly petty and for the next five minutes she went into a rage (with herself) over the pettiness. Was it the other individual’s fault that she became this angry? No. She CHOSE to get angry and she CHOSE to cuss and fuss about it in a room by herself for five minutes. Lord, bless her.

    Listen. People are going to do and say things that you don’t like. It’s unavoidable. What IS avoidable, though, is the way we allow OUR peace of mind to be altered as a result.

    It all boils down to one simple concept: effective communication. And let me just throw it out there that this lesson is one that I am still taking courses for myself. So I am not here trying to be all holier than thou when in fact, I have to repent for my reactions to things on a weekly if not daily basis.

    Still, we’re all friends here and friends learn and grow together, right? Right. So let’s continue.

    Effective communication. Instead of sulking or fuming, take a deep breath, say a silent prayer and welcome the Holy Spirit into the situation to intercede on your behalf, if need be, and calmly tell your “offender” how his or her words or actions made you feel. If communicating with the person is not in either person’s best interest at the time, go and talk to God about it instead. The key is to express yourself with love for as it is written, “Love covers a multitude of sins.” <3

    I have had too many anxiety bubbles in my stomach as a result of not taking control of my reactions to things that bother me and this stops today. After witnessing how angry this young woman became at this person and how long she allowed her anger to play out, I talked to God immediately about delivering me from the same circumstance.

    And yes, it’s easier said than done. But it starts and ends with prayer. I haven’t written here in a while and it’s because in my absence I have been working on growing in spiritual maturity. One of the things I’ve learned is that observing the flaws in others opens my eyes to similar flaws within myself and I thank God for that.

    Additionally, I strive to be more like Him: “slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love." One of the areas for which I seek deliverance is for my temper and my tendency to be QUICK to anger. I am easily irritated when things don’t go my way or when people say things I don’t agree with or that I feel is a personal attack against me.

    So yes, this reminder is more so being written for me, less as a quick lesson for you, dear reader.

    But again, we are all friends here…and friends grow and learn together, right? Right.

    So if you’re sitting over there still angry or upset about something:

    Life is too short and your peace of mind too precious to waste any of it with unhealthy negative energy. We are commanded to love and pray for those who wrongfully use and persecute us. Trust me, it may not seem so at the time, but there is a freedom in doing so that is truly beautiful.

    I’m ready, though, so come at me, bro. I have allowed the enemy to have a field day with my emotions for entirely too long. Let the battle commence. Try to make me mad. Go ‘head. Try to upset me. I love any reason to pray so again, come. at. me. bro. *sucks tongue* 



    From the scrapbook vault…♡

    Measure of Success: Fruits of the Spirit

    Yesterday, in one of my many conversations with myself, I stated the following:

    "Success to me is measured by where I am in my walk with God."

    I almost surprised myself with this revelation.

    A lot of people measure success in terms of monetary wealth, financial gain, material possessions. How far they have climbed up the corporate ladder. The number of things they have checked off their bucket list. The goals they have achieved, the dreams they have realized. And while these things are testaments of success, this isn’t where I have set my sights. At least, not anymore.

    The other night at Bible study, my Pastor suggested that we write down the things we want and to put them “under the rod of God”; that is to speak life into our desires by presenting them before our Father and believing in faith for their actualization.

    (*I do not like to use the word want in relation to blessings; for the remainder of this post, I will instead use the word desire.*)

    As I sat and pondered my desires, I was a bit surprised by how they’d shifted over time. Today, I revisited a list I wrote back in 2004; the list was titled: "10 Things I Want To Do Before I Die" and is as follows:

    1. Write, record, and perform a great song

    2. Become a well-rounded and well-known dancer

    3. Star in an Oscar-winning movie with a stellar cast and win an award for Best Breakthrough Performance

    4. Write a fabulous screenplay

    5. Become friends with my favorite musicians

    6. Learn how to play the harp, the violin, guitar and piano

    7. Fall in love.

    8. Live in Italy, in a villa, in the mountains

    9. Have a son, and a daughter

    10. Find happiness in life, and living

    Oh the desires of a young ambitious mind.

    This is the list I wrote on my mirror the other night after Bible study; it is not in order of importance; there was no thought put into it. I just wrote down what came to mind at the time:

    1. Success on my job

    2. A loving relationship with a man “just like me”

    3. A strong, healthy body, mind and spirit

    4. DEBT FREE

    5. Blessed and anointed talents

    This new list garnered a lot of questions in me:

    Why do I no longer desire the dreams of the list I wrote 10 years ago? Do I think it is too late to pursue such dreams? Have these desires truly faded away? Am I now unwilling or lack the energy to put in the work required for the fulfillment of these dreams? 

    Does my current perception of fame factor into this?

    (*Side note: Back when I wrote this list, clearly I had my sights set on a career in the entertainment industry. I now view the entertainment industry as the devil’s playground. Music is muddled with dark hidden agendas and you couldn’t pay me to go to Hollywood.*)

    Or is my more subdued list a result of the development of my relationship with God? Is it because I have relinquished control over to Him and am trusting in Him solely to lead me to the calling HE has for me rather than what it is I “want(ed)” for myself?

    This has to be it because now when I think about the things I TRULY desire, they are deeply rooted in my walk with God. I opened this post with a revelation of my new definition of success.

    Although it is not number one of my current list (it’s entwined in #3), first and foremost, success to me will be looking into the mirror and smiling back at the woman who has overcome all of her demons and is the honored, virtuous woman God has called her to be; the Proverbs 31 woman He has created us ALL to be. In that, I speak success daily. 

    Secondly, success will be marrying that fellow Warrior of Christ; preferably being his first and only wife (#2), and together building a legacy upon which a strong, God-fearing family will evolve.

    Related to this, obviously, is becoming a mother and raising competent, creative, beautiful, intelligent, Covenant-protected children; watching them grow into adults who continue on the legacy established by their father and I, the legacy founded by OUR Father. (#9 in 2004’s “10”)

    This is success to me; and I know that without a solid relationship with God, I cannot attain any of these natural, yet spiritual desires.

    Now don’t get me wrong: I still desire a career in music, dance, and film. However, if it is not rooted in ministry, I don’t want it. My dreams are no longer motivated by fame; they are inspired by God and my desire to please Him. This is why I pray that He bless and anoint my talents (#5), that they may be used to His glory, as a vessel for ministering His love. *ah-men*

    Bringing it to the present, I do desire success on my job (#1); success as related to God’s ministry. Do I see myself working in this position for the rest of my life? No. However, because this is where God has me, I desire to be the best I can be in this field. I thank Him for the contracts I will secure for the company, the jobs I will find for the 30+ men and women who sign in with me every morning. I praise God because He has placed me in a position committed to service…and as a child of God, there is no better position to be in.

    On the mirror where this list is written, “$uccess…" is spelled with a dollar sign, as such. I too thank God for prosperity in this business as there is money to be made. Our disadvantage in comparison to other markets is that there isn’t really much of a market. Or so it seems. I thank God for direction and guidance in the recruitment process; to lead me to those businesses that may benefit from our service. Sometimes you have to create a market where there is none. I’ve been hearing this for years.

    The potential for profit here is so great that I know it is a gateway to the debt free life I desire. (#4) Yet, there is an even greater potential for spiritual growth in this job; not only because it is a practice of service but also in that it’s teaching me patience, it’s showing me those areas where I am selfish, and NOT slow to wrath. These little tests I have been studying through are appreciated more than a paycheck; as the rewards are eternal. (Don’t make me preach to ya! ;)

    Now, don’t think that because my list is different, I have completely abandoned the aspirations of 24 year old Kristen. These dreams still remain. In fact, the only thing I would change on my “10 Things" list is to live in Spain instead of Italy. Something about the Spanish culture that appeals to my blood better. I’d still take a villa in Italy…for the holidays! ;)

    So I guess you could say I have a new list of 10. I’ll call this one "My 10 Fulfilled Promises of God”. I am going to keep this between the two of us, though. I’ve just combined the two, revised it a bit, added a bit more poetry; it’s beautiful and ALL under “the rod of God”!!! <3 <3 <3

    I just have one question: Whose believing with me?

    And unfortunately what I have seen and experience is that unless you’re willing to undress, chances are you will be somewhat limited in your endeavor. I think it’s the chicken or the egg situation : was the industry answering to a demand for more skin and less substance or has the industry created the demand knowing that while we used to just buy music from people we enjoyed, now you buy their image, their perfumes, their clothes hoping to come as close as possible to their lifestyle because they managed to convince you they’re happier than you are- until a video comes out of your sister trying to beat the ish out of your husband - then you need to do what you can for the attention to move away from a less than perfect image : what more than a gimmicky song people can remember and more skin to remind them how you’re still worth a billion so you must be flawless …

    My friend Sandra’s genius response to the chirren’s obsession over the Beyonce/Nicki Minaj “Flawless” remix and my lack of interest in pursuing music as a career due to my unwillingness to sell myself out for “fame”.

    Current situation.

    (via organized-clutter)

    In route to the #jazzagelawnparty…let the birthday celebrations commence! It’s a BEAUTIFUL day in NYC, a welcome change having got caught in the rain yesterday. Sis and I are fashionably late, as usual…oh but we look and feel great!! Praises to our Lord…He has been and is continuing to be so good! <3

    Reblog Gif of the Day: My current approach to relationships. No expectations. Just flow.

    (via kristenmoriah)

    It will be very difficult to take a man seriously who does not take the time to read my blog.

    Random thought. (via kristenalyce)

    The Babies of the Babies of Generation X

    There has been something heavy on my heart lately. I want to tell you all about it.

    There is a generation of children who are going to change the world, coming up right now. Children born in 2004 and beyond; they are the world changers.

    And the enemy is taking them out. One by one. Nation by nation.

    What am I saying? 

    I’m saying that our children are dying, ya’ll. And what’s worse, they’re being murdered.

    For the past couple of months, all I have been seeing on my newsfeeds are stories of our babies being murdered, by their mommies, their daddies, their step-daddies.

    It’s almost becoming an, scratch that…it IS an epidemic. Our babies are dying, ya’ll.


    A friend of mine and I were talking about this earlier. He brought up the topic of abortion as the strengthened advocacy of it all has also become an advertisement of sorts. It’s up there on display alongside billboards of Old Navy sales and the exit for the nearest McDonald’s,

    Our babies are dying. Allow me to insert here that I am not speaking against abortion or those who have opted for such in a way that demeans or disrespects those who have chosen this path. Everyone’s journey is different and God loves us all, blesses us all, and has our lives charted in a way that lessons lead us to survival. 


    His point was more so in support of the theory I have of the pawns in place to destroy the up and coming generation. The children. Flow with me.

    I have been feeling something stirring in my spirit for a while now. There is something powerful in the air. This is the season, the growth season. We are all in it, right now. There is so much corruption in this “crooked and perverse” generation but there is something moving within the heavenly realm, and those who walk in the midst of its light, that is changing lives, turning boys to men, girls to grown ass women.

    This is the season for Go! You started at “Ready…”, prepped at “…set…”; now it’s time to “…”GO!!” The babies of Generation X are growing the hell up and pursuing their destinies, and there is a power there that is going to change the world!

    The babies, though. The babies are our leaders. I’m telling you; it’s in my spirit! Those born 2004 and beyond…this is the generation. This is the generation being raised by the babies of Generation X, who have been raised by the mothers and fathers of Generation X who taught us all how to do it right, whether by positive or negative influence, we’ve learned how to do it right.

    The enemy is killing our babies, though. What are we going to do? How can we protect our babies? It spreads all over the world. Right now everyone is on the #BringBackOurGirls campaign but while injustices done to children (or anyone for that matter) globally are issues that should take heart with all of mankind, sitting here writing from Fayetteville, NC and noticing what is happening on our own soil? We need to be #SaveOurChildren (the hashtag is pronounced.)

    I pray daily for our children and I both join others doing the same and invite along newcomers as well. I have nieces, and nephews, and baby cousins. I pray for their protection. I thank the Lord for working on the spirit of their parents and caregivers to mold them and prepare them for the world they are meant to reclaim and conquer. I thank Him for speaking to the youth directly, allowing them to see the truth for themselves, even in the absence of direct guidance by a mentor, parental figure.

    I’m telling you: Starting around 2005, 2006, a wave of consciousness began to spread throughout the enlightened ones of humankind. It may not be readily noticeable considering all that the media is feeding us for our exploitation and programming, but this wave is both growing stronger, and is spreading across generational lines.

    Alas, there is the world we live in, and we all know that wherever good and positivity prevail, there will always be double, even triple the darkness conspiring as a force to bring it down.

    The Babies of Generation X are amongst the ones being renewed by this wave and thus the babies of the Babies of Generation X are the ones being molded under its influence. The enemy sees this, hates this, he is here to destroy this. Don’t believe me? Turn on your television.

    Or go sit down for a while, watch it with your children.

    The enemy is targeting our babies. Pray for your babies, our babies, our babies who are the young parents of our babies. From abortion at conception to murder before they’re even able to walk straight to suicide brought on by bullying in elementary school to death from drug overdose and alcohol abuse before even being old enough to drink…

    ..the enemy is killing our babies.

    I am one of the Babies of Generation X, and I am reaching out to my siblings: It’s high time we learned the full extent of our power. We are the teachers of our future leaders. They are the ones who will defeat all those in pursuit of the New World Order, which is a very real empire expanding by the second.

    Oh, but you don’t really think they are going to win, do you?

    Oh no, friend. Good always overcomes evil. ALWAYS.

    Never doubt that. NEVER.

    As I told my friend this evening, I wish I had a platform where I could pursue the mission of saving our babies, leading, guiding, protecting our babies, preparing our babies, teaching our babies the truth, loving our babies, accepting our babies, honoring our babies as the blessings they truly are.

    #SaveOurChildren…the bandwagon is taking off…grab a hold of my hand: I can pull you on.

    In closing, I would like to share this excerpt from “The Prophet" by the wonderful Kahlil Gibran…the last paragraph is for the Babies:

    Your children are not your children.
    They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
    They come through you but not from you,
    And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

    You may give them your love but not your thoughts, 
    For they have their own thoughts.
    You may house their bodies but not their souls,
    For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, 
    which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
    You may strive to be like them, 
    but seek not to make them like you.
    For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

    You are the bows from which your children
    as living arrows are sent forth.
    The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, 
    and He bends you with His might 
    that His arrows may go swift and far.
    Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
    For even as He loves the arrow that flies, 
    so He loves also the bow that is stable.

    You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth. The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

    Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness; for even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.


    Trying to decide on my birthday color…blonde, pink, purple, or orange…what y’all think?

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