THE BIBLE reads, “No Good Thing Dwells in the Flesh” (Romans 7:18-20) I Beg to Differ.

There was a time in my life I based my faith solely on the book we call THE BIBLE, and in the ministers whom preached it. My self-esteem was feeble, my behavior passive, and the more I studied this book we call THE BIBLE, the more I became confused. This book, THE BIBLE and it’s interpretations in the mouth of ministers, clashed with my logical reasoning, and understanding of my creator. In many cases biblical teachings were in total opposition to that which I knew to be GOD, spirit, life, and truth. By age twenty-eight, religion had became such a burden, I thought I was having a nervous breakdown. I laid aside the book, THE BIBLE, which I had studied diligently since the age of 9, reading twelve times through between ages 12 and 24. After an intellectual meltdown of biblical proportion; at age 29 I began to commune with nature. In nature, I better understood creation and the essence of the creator. By thirty I completely dropped the practice of religion altogether, but not the study of THE BIBLE nor other religious and spiritual text. My slogan became, “There are many truths in the bible, but not all the bible is true”. I later revised it too, “There are many algorithmic allegories of truth in THE BIBLE, once we get beyond the division of religion”. My history; I was raised in church, and in a family of Preachers, Religious Teachers, Ministers, and Evangelist. My earliest memories of church were intricately woven with fear and bewilderment. I questioned constantly, but was told, “We do not question GOD and we do not lean on our own understanding.” Thus, I read THE BIBLE with an insatiable desire to know GOD for myself. I listen intently to stories in Sunday school, and in bible classes. I had many favorite tales such as Namaan and Gehazi (2Kings 5) or Joshua and the people of Gibeon (Joshua 9) and many favorite characters such as Enoch, Elijah, Elisha and Peter. I wanted to walk as Enoch walked with GOD and was no more for GOD took him. I wanted miraculous manifestations to follow me as they did Elijah and Elisha and Peter. I desired to be so scripturally sound that folks would be healed as a result of my words or deeds. Like Peter, I wanted folks to walk into my shadow and be healed. From age nine to twelve, I attended Christian school; my day began and ended with biblical studies. We had weekly assemblies steeped in biblical lore and metaphor. I passed religious studies with constant ‘A’s… but basic reading, spelling, and arithmetic, I was failing miserably, and somehow, despite my grades in basic education, I became a word smith. I learned words have power, and with my trusty dictionary, I used my words well; so well, I could agree without actually agreeing. I could say a thing without saying a thing. With my words I could dodge the bullets, of direct questions pertaining to my faith; thus giving the appearance of conformity, without conforming. I learned the ways of Christianity well; knowing all the adequate quotes, and delivering all the adequate responses. Don’t get me wrong, I was in it to win it, because we all know ninety-nine and a half won’t do. But as time passed and my studies continued I realized what I sought was not in church, religion, or Christianity. What I sought was and had always been inside of me; yet I continued to wear the continence of Christianity until I had the strength to stand in my truth. Today I boldly proclaim, I am not a Christian, I follow no religious affiliation. I simply seek and follow truth wherever it is found. Today, I am a freer being living in knowledge with understanding. Religion says, there is no good thing in the flesh, but I beg to differ; for within me, within this flesh called Sista/Kim, dwells the essence of my creator and all the possibilities the creator has bestowed in me and to me, this is a good thing. Ase

SATAN

S.A.T.A.N

Sinister

Annihilations

Targeting

Akebulanian

Nations

Puppet or Puppeteer

Even Pinocchio thought himself a real boy. In a world of marionettes and man-nipulators are you the puppet or the puppeteer? Are the words which flow from your lips, the contemplation of your own pure thought or the ventriloquism of ages?

Sista Ponderings (Truth & Knowledge)

The ultimate thing to withhold from a people is not, goods or property; no the ultimate thing to withhold is truth and accurate knowledge. We all inhale information, transforming it into knowledge, however inaccurate information leads to inaccurate knowledge, and thus the ultimate deception. Study, show thyself approved, a workman, comprehensibly able to discern words of truth. 

Reparations

In religion we are made to believe we are responsible for the sins of Adam,
thus we are born in sin and shaped in iniquity.  On the other hand, when asking for reparations of Black/Native Americans,(equal opportunities under the law, free legitimate education, free legitimate health care, non-predatory affordable housing and land…) mankind is suddenly no longer responsible for the sins of the father, and economic freedom has yet to ring, for generations of generations of Black/Native American People.

©2011 @DreamNWord.com

Don't mark them with an F...

Every felon should not be penalized, ostracized and marked with and F...
Many of our men are charged with Felonies due to child support issues, not because they are no good fathers and dead beat dads, but simply because life happens...
Take for instance a Brother who is the sole support of his family... his mother dies; his father suffers a stroke, and his company down sizes offering only part-time work... These events occur within a ten day window of time... In the quake of these traumas this Brother puts off child-support to bury his mother, afford medication for his father, down sizes his livelihood to fit the circumstances of his employment... he never once cease to care for his child, although he does not pay the money to the courts for child support. Four months pass, he's attempting to catch up just as he's being picked up and charged... with a Felon.  He was behind.... Four-hundred ($400.00) dollars behind, and he is thrown in jail, charged with a Felony, held for 90 days, losses his job, can't be hired by many companies due to his felony status. Don't mark them with failure with felonious felonies you are playing with the future of their offspring...

No not every Felon should be penalized, ostracized and marked with an F.

Sista Thought... Knowing & Belief

Belief must eventually graduate to knowing, and knowing only comes by experience.  To be taught a thing and never experience it, only allows for belief.  Truth is not formed in belief, it's formed in knowing.  To believe without prof is believing someone else's truth.

Can we LOVE to hard?

No, we cannot love to hard, if love is unconditional...
Only when we love with conditions do we have the perception of loving to hard.

Your Destiny

On every interstate, highway, freeway, turnpike, and bridge there are signs to guild and direct… 

Life is a journey, a path, an expedition, and as with any avenue of passage there are signs… 

Look for the signs, let them guild and direct you to your destination;

Sista Thought ... Appreciation

We will never experience water if what we really desire is wine…

Let’s learn to savor water, just as we savor wine…

The miracle is in the trying… 

Sista Thought

Yes, we really do need a different approach... our children are failing and dropping out... at an astronomical rate.   Our cookie cutter, one size fits all education is not working.  We need to revamp the educational system... test our children for their proficiency, and educate accordingly… more apprenticeships, and trade-school programs… bring back junior achievement for financial learning… teach financing and budgeting along with our abc’s and 123’s…   in my opinion year round school also teaches disciple and dedication… other than accounting, and education, what job gives you three months off, and expects you to work at your fullest potential, without losing a step?

Sista Thought... Life Lessonss

The person who treats you unkind, ruthless, and disrespectful, is just as much a part of your evolution of growth and development, as those whom treat you with loving kindness, tender mercies, and compassion.  We draw to us what we need in order to grow… What lessons do you need to learn?  Look around and examine the folks you have drawn, good, bad, happy, sad, or indifferent...  These people are your life lessons and you are theirs. 

Obedience is better than Sacrifice...

Sacrifice done in obedience, is not painful, if pain is involved, it is due to our own fear and unwillingness to let go... Sacrifice done in obedience, has its own reward... and because we know there is a reward, we give cheerfully, for we know, nothing is lost.  Be a cheerful giver, with understanding and knowing you will be rewarded with greater good.  Sacrifice without obedience, is like fasting, it is uncomfortable to those whose minds stay solely on their lack or loss.  Remember, obedience is better than sacrifice, for in obedience there is a reward... and in sacrifice there is but fear and pain.

Rumpelstilzchen, Rumplstilzchen

Dear Sir, I heard, once upon a time, you spun straw into gold.

Now days Sir, gold is $1,360.50 per troy ounce in the USA…

I’m just wondering are you yet spinning straw into gold…

Let me know, I just bought a box load of straw brooms…  

Sincerely Sista

Betrayal...

The greatest betrayal is not the betrayal of others.
The greatest betrayal is the betrayal of self, for when we betray ourselves; we leave an opening for others to betray us. 

I was asked to Explain

Betrayal is overriding the voice within, the voice that says, don’t turn right, turn left, don’t sit down, run.  When we are given heartfelt commands, urgings from the soul, and then refuse to walk there in, we betray ourselves, and therefore allow others to betray us…  There is an example given in the bible, of a young prophet, betrayed by an older prophet… The younger prophet was told by GOD, to neither eat or drink, nor return the way he came.  Yet, by the lies of an older prophet he was swayed, betrayed.

It is the weaknesses of our own flesh, which betrays us first, leaving the door open for others to betray us.  It is the need to trust others before we trust ourselves (thus the voice of our soul) which leads us on the road to death.

Thousands Dead...

Why did more than 3,000 red-winged blackbirds tumble from the Arkansas sky shortly before midnight on New Year's Eve?   (click here)

myths turned to truth in his-story books...

while fowl fall dead as signs are mistook...

government stays silent placing science on the hook...

tell them a lie even the elite will possibly overlook...

judgement pasted down and we all partook...

Take heed to the food U eat, The water U drink, and the air U breathe

This is not the first time this has happen... I lived in Arkansas 9.5 years...

In 1998 something similar happen, but it didn't get national attention, actually it barely received local attention...
That year, I had a regular workout routine, riding my bike fourteen miles a day... on the back roads of rural Arkansas... Seven miles to the next town and back... This road was limited to Combines, Tractors and other farm equipment, so not to impede the flow of the main highway... Although the main hwy shortened the distance between towns by 3.5 miles, it was not safe for bicyclers, skaters, and farm equipment, due to 18-wheelers and double wide carriers...
Anywhoooo... As I was saying this same occurrence took place in 1998...
I was riding my bike one morning, my usual Monday, Wednesday and Friday routine. As I approached the bridge, leading to the next town, I could smell a really foul odor... My first thought was a dead dog... The county was good at not picking up dead animals in a timely manner...
The closer I drew to the bridge the odor grew more pungent and I realized it could not be a dog.   Fear struck me, what if it’s a person?… Now on the bridge, I climbed off my bike to peer over the edge… and what I saw shocked me… from one side of the bridge to the other, laid there in the creek, were hundreds of hundreds of dead fish as far as the eye could see, and all along the banks were dead birds…
I should have realized it was particularly quiet on my ride that morning, no birds chirping, merely still silence, with exception for the main hwy traffic in the distance… Frighten to go further… I turned around and returned home…
Before that day, I fished in that creek regularly; afterwards, I never did again…
I ask the biology teacher at the local college I was attending at the time, what would cause such a thing… His response was, “Perhaps, the local fishermen shocked the water, to bring the catfish to the top” (which is illegal).
Long Story short, I never learned the truth… but this incident in BEBEE, ARKANSAS seems very similar, and someone truly needs to get to the bottom of this… because those folks live and die eating that fish, drink that water, and breathing that air.

My New Year's Resolution 2011 (Sista)

My New Year’s Resolution, I will laugh 10 x more this year than last year; I will hug 9 x more, flirt 8 x more and celebrate life 7 x more this year than last year. I will tell Family & Friends “I LOVE U” 6 x more this year than last year; I will pray and meditate 5 x more, and attend 4 more social events this year than last year, hopefully with a date… (Any Takers?) This year I will spend 3 more days per week in the gym, than last year, I will travel 2 more destinations this year than last year and last but not least I will finish writing 1 book more than last year…
Happy New Year to ALL… 2011

Homelessness is a mockery on human compassion.

As I sit in the comfort of my apartment, with my central heat turned to 65, and my nostrils inhaling the scent of sweet potatoes… I am reminded many of my sisters & brothers are but a stones’ throw from homeless...
After reading an article in the Huffington Post my mind raced to the many homeless here in St. Louis... and the trials they endure season after season... I recall one year, after helping set up the city-rec, for the over flow of homeless men and women that would bed there for the night. I heading home already dismayed about the folks that had to be turned away, due to capacity.
On my way home I spotted a small woman layered in coats… She was covering the top of a sliding board with plastic… that same plastic we use to cover windows in the winter… She was covering a small encasement over the sliding-board… that place where children usually sit and slide.
This woman carefully unfolded the clear plastic… then snapped it like a sheet as she draped it over the little hard plastic dome and all four of its exposed openings… After covering the hard red, blue and yellow plastic dome the woman balled into a knot and laid inside… this was her shelter for the night.
I don’t know what happen to that woman… but for these five years… each winter that comes… I am reminded of her as I pass that park… The woman was but 300 feet from the shelter but she lay in the cold winter’s night atop a slide protected only by the coats on her back and a thin layer of insulating plastic… I can’t help but wonder what I could have done differently…
I say all this to say... we need solutions… for this issue of homelessness is a mockery on human compassion.

Blogtalkradio Changes it's Rules... Again money changes the nature of the game...

Today I learned they are changing the rules of Blogtalkradio... all none paying folks will be limited to 30 minutes perday.... and no prime hours of the day... If all I am given is thirty minutes, I need to make those thirty minutes the most informative thirty minutes there are on the whole of blogtalk... In a thirty minute conversation... In the ears of the right person, one can change the world...
If all I am given is thirty minutes then I should do a show three times a week... informing, educating, and uplifting....
If all I am given is thirty minutes... I will take that thirty minutes make it grow...
I need to learn what hours they are offering... I can make 30 minutes work.... uhmmm it matters not it's 30 minutes... I will just revamp my show and make thrirty minutes work...

Sista Thoughts

The BOOK reads: "Beloved, I wish above all… you prosper and be in good health even as your soul prospers." As we grow emotionally/spiritually in confidence, then those things which compose our life grow as well, business, finances, and relationships. However, if we are emotionally/spiritually apprehensive and self-doubting, we will not grow, for we cannot grow beyond our ability to believe in ourselves…