I’ve had a pretty memorable life, and I’m not finished yet. I don’t say that lightly. I’ve been successful. I’ve had very tough times. I’ve faced near-death situations and serious health challenges a few times. I’ve been on the top and on the bottom. And I’ve endured through it all quite well, in spirituality and in life-awareness.
That is the backdrop to what the poem and video Ashes is all about. …The poem and video that I present in this post.
Obviously, I use the word ashes figuratively. It represents the ruins that I had to dig through to discern that the transformative journey that I traveled was ultimately a blessing.
I authored this poem years ago and decided to turn it into a video just recently. I wanted to convey the message visually. In the video, I am conveying my life journey, as well as the undoubtedly tough journeys of others, whose lives were transformed by difficult circumstances.
I have often said that health is spiritual. And, it truly has been for me.
It is spiritual for many reasons, but most of all, it is spiritual because treating our bodies as a temple is the highest form of gratitude to display before God. It is an easy display of gratitude if you can overcome lust and greed, which is unto itself, a spiritual exercise.
I came to realize that health was spiritual the more that I researched how the body so magnificently and intricately, in its hundreds of processes, interacts and communicates, body, mind, and spirit synchronized. Health is spiritual because it requires absolute belief in miracles that cannot always be explained, like magic, God’s magic. Continue reading “I Try To Edumacate My People About Holistic Healing – And They React Like…”→
I’ve got a story to tell. I’ve mentioned it over the years in my blog, starting out with the series entitled, Terror on the Caregiver.
It is about how I am left feeling betrayed by my siblings and other family members, as I earnestly served as my mother’s sole caregiver, until her ascension. It is a very painful story to tell, even nearly 10 years after the rivalry began.
I often stop, then start writing. That’s because writing the story hurts me. I recently hinted at this back and forth feeling in the post Maybe Is the Theme, dated February 1, 2022. Each time I make substantial progress, I uncover yet another level of emotions, going through transformative experiences, examining myself, and trying to understand how God works each time.
I have these regular spontaneous moments, moments of deep Gratitude. Gratitude hits me deeply in my spirit and it hits me at random. I can never predict when it will happen. It doesn’t matter where I am. And, it has just hit me now, inspiring me to write this post!
I stumbled on a couple of poems that I originally wrote years ago. One is entitled,‘Maybe’, the other, ‘Audacious Wisdom’.
In these writings, I am questioning myself, and my purpose through God’s eyes. I wasn’t looking for the poems. I stumbled on them. I literally have close to a thousand or more bodies of work. But recently finding them was right on time for what’s going on in our world and with me, right now.
Recently, I have been again encouraged to author a book, memoir, or screenplay on my story. I really want to, and know that I can, but I haven’t completed several in-progress projects. Though I’ve started many and have created bits and pieces over the years, I’ve never compiled or finalized anything.
I’ve written a great deal, enough for more than just one book, maybe about six! But still, I have not assembled what has been written, never completing the projects. I have started several videos, much the same way. I want to complete them, but often I feel uncertain about doing so. Years ago, I vowed to never venture into anything new without really feeling it in my spirit. I feel these projects in my spirit, but not strong enough yet.
About writing, and about life in general, I have been asking myself, ’Maybe?’ quite often.
“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” – Dr. Seuss “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,” – Philippians 3:13
Forgiving and forgetting are wise practices to exercise, as we are now in the new year of 2022.
Audio Comments On Forgiving & Forgetting The Past
This year promises to be a year of things moving extremely fast. Master Sri Akarshana refers to 2022 as the Quantum Leap year where everything, for and against our greatest good, will be moving rapidly, in health, wealth, and relationships.
So, we must be aware of the energies that surround us, and we, therefore, have no time to be absorbed into past pains. I say that we must forgive those pains, but remember, not forget, what caused them.
We must especially use lessons we learned from the past in the energy-dynamic environment that 2022 promises to be.
Master Sri Akarshana’s Predictions for 2022, explains that in 2022, things will be sped up and we will react in one of three ways, Quantum Leaping Forward, being the best:
Quantum Leap Backwards
Wait It Out – Hoping Only but doing nothing
Quantum Leaping Forward
Check out his video first, to understand the context in which I offer my reflections on Forgiving and Forgetting.
“The universe operates through a dynamic exchange…. Giving and Receiving are different aspects of the flow of energy in the universe. And in our willingness to give that which we seek, we keep the abundance of the universe circulating in our lives.” – Deepak Chopra – The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success
This post is on the Spiritual Law of Giving & Receiving, taken from Deepak Chopra’s book, The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success, that I read over 20 years ago.
The principles presented in this short book are as dear to me as are the bible’s principles. I have distributed copies of this book to others around the world. I live by all seven of its principles.
“Courage is not just plunging in when you don’t know the way, it is plunging in and being okay with not knowing the way.” – Kevy Michaels
I’m not one to bite my tongue when it comes to expressing how I feel. But that’s because today I have courage. I didn’t always have courage. In the past, my fears were really centered around being accepted by others, having low self-esteem, and not being confident in myself. I spent a great deal of my life trying to please others. Because of that fear, and not having courage, I made my life quite miserable. I made many mistakes. But, even in those mistakes, I’m so grateful. Because, that’s why I have the courage today, and I can speak up.
“Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” – Spanish philosopher George Santaya
I am not shy about offering my opinion on diverse topics, offering my perspective, based on my journey.
Though my way of seeing life and spirit may differ from that of others, I feel it necessary to share mines with you. I share so openly to strengthen my own faith. I proclaim my convictions, sometimes audaciously. I also do so because I believe that most people, especially Black people only hear their arguments. They preach to each other, preaching to the choir, themselves.
History repeats itself. I provide several examples in this post. I present my perspective visually, and in Poetrimony, in a video that I produced.
History Repeats – It’s Already Been Told – History, The Remix | World Relations – Seasons As My Teacher – Kevy Michaels
This is a video about history repeating itself in many ways, including Genocide, Pandemics, School Shootings, Economic Crashes, Military Miscalculations, Mass Extinctions, Racism, Assassinations, etc. It’s Already Been Told is an original poem, cast to jazz music, and vivid visuals.
“History repeats itself, but in such cunning disguise that we never detect the resemblance until the damage is done.” – Sydney J. Harris
History repeats on various dimensions. As with most things in life, I tend to not restrict myself to a one-dimensional view.
Just last week, I celebrated my mother’s 103rd birthday! You may find from prior posts about my mother, that she is ‘my favorite girl in the world’. We were always ultra-close from childhood until her ascension.
Perhaps it was because I was her last child and because my father died 8 months after I was born. I don’t know, but our connection was strong, ride-or-die-strong’, and everyone in my immediate family knew it. She made it clearer than I did.
Caring for my mother for several years was a tumultuous experience emotionally, spiritually, physically, and logistically. We moved together across 3 states, dismantling and reassembling what we would call home, until our final destination in Denver, Colorado. She transitioned several months after our arrival, succumbing to cancer.
I was born in Delhi, India while my parents were in exile, working as anti-Apartheid activists for the African National Congress. I subsequently traveled wherever my parents’ work took them. I feel I still haven’t stopped traveling.
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I hold mothers in the deepest regard. I believe that mothers are closer to heaven than any other humans.
For example, when I learned about the magnificence of the human body, it became undeniable that God is real. Man could never create such a magnificent creation as a human being. A mother can, though.
I give mothers spiritual reverence because of this. They make a covenant with the Universal Divine Mother (God) to create children. Childbirth is a partnership between Mothers & God.
My mother was incredibly special to me. She’s, my angel. I’ve said repeatedly that we should honor mothers while they are here. and worship them when are gone. I worship my mother today and honored her when she was with me, especially while in my care, in her later years.
I apologize to Dr. Bob Rich (Bob) for the delay in posting this article. It was submitted to me weeks ago, and outside of a busy schedule, my spirit has been a bit fragile.
Like many I would suppose, I have been emotionally and spiritually impacted by the whirlwind of challenges and changes that planet Earth and civilization have been catapulted into enduring over the past year. I have been significantly enlightened by how your challenges have separated us along many fronts including racially, politically, spiritually, and “vaccine vs. no vaccine”.
Today’s divisions seem to pale in comparison with historical ones. I have separated from many spirits vibes, and energies that no longer serve me, some in my family, some close friends. In today’s times, I find it necessary.
Gaining a better understanding of God, Life, and Myself is an undeniable blessing. But it is also a challenging responsibility. It can be draining at times and requires an escape from it all, as well as regular metaphysical practices. Kevy
Furthermore, while in this fragile state, I read Bob’s essay on God’s Puppets. It really threw me off track for weeks. I read it about four times. I used AI to convert it to Australian speech so that I could listen to it and pause it occasionally to reflect and absorb. By the way, Dr. Bob Rich is Australian.
Now that I am well on my spiritual journey, maintaining Integrity has become of greater importance in every choice that I make or action I take.
The reason I give Integrity such importance has to do partly with my age and experience. And, having had many people in my life who were not “of their word”. …Friends, Family, and Colleagues.
The choices and challenges that I face today are generally not new ones. As they say, ‘This is not my first rodeo’. It seems that most of the choices I face today are ones in which I am already well-experienced. On most challenges to my Integrity, I have made incorrect choices in the past, and am well aware of the consequences of not being true. So, I ensure that I am, no matter what the truth may bear.
It may not be easy for others to make the correct choices, and to be regarded as men or women of their my word. …Not I!
Aging has also caused me to focus more on a legacy. My legacy is important to me. The reason it is of such importance is that when God comes for me, I want to be able to leave a message, purpose, and inspiration behind for others.
I am very serious about leaving a legacy. My tombstone is already engraved with: ‘His mission on Earth is complete’.
I simply do not see my life today as exclusively dedicated to myself. I do for others in daily deeds, but also for my best virtues to be reflected upon and be useful to others.
I believe that God inspired my thought to post about Love today. I am not being as self-important as this may sound.
Most people do believe that God created the universe. We may differ on exactly who God is, or if the name is really God, but most of us agree that man did not create the universe. That is outstanding that most of us can surrender our egos to a higher power.
Most believe that some entity, character, energy, spirit, or vibration created the universe, and therefore created us.
So, if “God” created us, and if we believe in “God”, then we must believe that “God” guides us, inspires us, sends us messages and visions.
God sent me a vision to create this post. It occurred, as it usually does when I was jogging the other day. I listened to Stevie Wonder’s album Songs In The Key Of Life. I was mesmerized by the song Love’s In Need of Love Today. I was in awe over all of the songs on this album, but especially this song.
“Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profoundness. Kindness in giving creates love.” – Lao Tzu
The lyrics and artistry deliver a compelling-needed message, in a most bone-chilling way. I am sure that God gives Stevie Wonder such visions too. Stevie said himself, on one of the video performances below the “Love is starving for itself”. I liked it so much, I used in the title.
I don’t celebrate Christmas in a very commercial way. Nonetheless, this past Christmas was one of my most special Christmases. I gave no material gifts. I could not afford to. But instead, I received and shared the love of my heart with others close to me, quite randomly.
This past Christmas made me feel proud also!
It made me feel that my mother, in heaven, was smiling down on me. One of my dearest friends, who I supported in the past, and who supported me, surprised me with money when I really needed it to catch up on bills.
He reminded me of times that I was there for him when he needed me. I was but without expectation. That is why it felt so special. This friend’s family is my family. They are lovingly spiritual. I am there for them if they ever need me. They poured their spirit, all the way from Costa Rica, into my Christmas, complete with pictures that exuded God’s spirit.
Then a highly intelligent and honorable friend from India sent me a gift unexpectedly. I haven’t seen him in about 20 years when we worked together on IT projects.
He reminded me of back then, when I supported him, believed in him. Now he is a success as a businessman, family man, in the spirit Knowledge, Happiness, and Krishna. He told me that he considers me as his brother. I feel the same way and am available to help him with his visions in whatever way I can.
My neighbor and I collaborate on video projects. We have conversations about videos, music, creativity, and life in general. He is a mentor to ‘his homies’, who are younger than him. I am like a mentor to him, because I am as many years older than he is, as he is older than his ‘homies’.
He and I sprang gifts on each other this Christmas. Not so much wrapped with bows. Rather impromptu gifts of appreciation, backed with conversations filled with true authenticity and gratitude.
The highlight of my Christmas was being spontaneously invited to dinner by someone in the media that I admire. I help him as much as I can because I feel really good vibes from him. …And it helps that he is really smart, with a humble peaceful spirit.
He invited to dinner with his family, mask-free. I am sure, because of his spiritual upbringing, that he realized that he shared the loving spirit of his family with me, in addition to the wonderful meal that each member of the family prepared. I felt love in his home, beyond what I have felt in support from him on media projects.
I offered my skills, talents, and time to him and his family sincerely. And I mean it. If there is a way that I can assist in the future, I’m on it!
Photo – PX Here – California Sacramento Crocker Kwanzaa
Afrobeats make me move my feet, where I can’t sit in my seat.
There is so much on my mind right now. There so much on everybody’s mind.
You can only imagine how much we must be filled with thoughts, having to research all the things we hear, constantly tuning into media and social media.
The Truth can be shocking and a bit discouraging at times.
This may be one reason why so many don’t dig deep to find facts. Relying solely on media news and social media is the easy way out.
The events and uncertainties in life are overwhelming right now.
If ever there was a time to enjoy Solitude, now is that time. Let me give you a few reasons: Truth Decay, Racism, Hate, The Lobster, Riots, COVID19, Uncertainty, etc. This post reveals that I am spending most of my free time alone. …And I am joyous! God is there with me showing me how beautiful I am, and where I may have gone wrong. …Or did I? Was it all for my greater good? Kevy
I was speaking to a friend the other day and I was telling her that I am not sure if I could ever be in a close relationship, live with another person or even engage with my family. She agreed with me for much the same reasons.
I know it sounds a little strange but it’s not at all. I’m in spirit now more than into people. I enjoy Being alone. I have so many rituals that I follow which keeps me at a higher vibration. …Rituals such as grounding on a regular basis, meditation, and prayer daily. I have a lot of health rituals such as juicing, also do mineral baths, with salt and oils. I have a creative side where I’m writing, making videos, as well as putting content out on the blog.
Last night’s US election results clearly show that the United States of America is Racist, embraces corruption, and has limited regard for humanity or our God-given paradise. – Kevy
We now have the perfect ingredients laid out on the table for the preparation of a savory pot of Revolution Gumbo.
This post focuses on Jared Kushner’s comments about Black people, but it does much more.
It points out where I believe that Blacks can up their game, Big Time! Perhaps the realization of the election will catapult their understanding, solidarity, and swift action.
…Perhaps Liberal White Boomers too, who desire harmonious Race Relations, but not Racial Equality or Racial Equity if it adversely affects their privilege and 401Ks.
It also neatly ties together opinions that I have shared in prior posts that seem to be coming into fruition. Kevy
November 3, 2020
I have the windows open here in Colorado and it’s in the 70s. It’s an incredibly beautiful day. We get a lot of sunshine here.
I wanted to send this post because I know a lot of people have anxiety about the election even if they are not in America because it’s going to affect them in some way. I don’t really have a lot of anxiety, but I do know that our future is going to be more different than our past. …Much different. I don’t know how but I do feel in my spirit that there is a calling. And it’s not a calling for a prophet or messiah. It’s a calling of several of them. …To prepare, adapt, as well as continue to move this shift in the right direction.
Democratic Presidential candidate and former US Vice President Joe Biden speaks during the first presidential debate at the Case Western Reserve University and Cleveland Clinic in Cleveland, Ohio on September 29, 2020. (Photo by Jim WATSON / AFP) (Photo by JIM WATSON/AFP via Getty Images)
Today I woke up feeling melancholy again, with Seasons on my mind.
Seasons are always on my mind. The theme of this blog is Seasons As Our Teacher. I gained discernment about Seasons from nature. God’s breath rests comfortably within nature. Therefore, I spend time in nature to gain God’s understanding. In a sense, when nature speaks to me, God is speaking to me.
This post is another mashup. I love doing mashups because they reveal how eclectic and complex, I’ve become. But my complexity is not of my own doing. I am complex because of complex times and experiences. We’re in a complex Season.
We are in a revolution whether you recognize it or deny it. We are in the midst of the New World Order and must adapt to the Season, just as nature does.
This post features poems related to Seasons and the melancholy spirit that I feel in this moment. To accentuate my spirit, I’ve selected original poems, and songs from popular artists, who feel or have felt this same sentiment.
I am reposting this article because of an epiphany that I just had in a discussion with a dear minister friend. In this conversation, I realized that Satan operates from the same bag of tricks. The tools used against me, as a Black man, by institutional racism, by friends, family, and The Black Community, are universal tools.
As the cliché says, Same Devil, Different day. Kevy
When I refer to Satan, I don’t think of a red naked man with horns and a pitchfork. That is a fairy tale that I haven’t believed since maybe the age of 5 years. I included such images in this post, only because everyone can relate to these images of evil, as they relate to “images” of Jesus. I don’t believe in the White image of Jesus either, though pictures of White Jesus and Virgin Mary hang on my wall, left by my dear mother.
I don’t believe that Satan unto himself is of flesh. Satan is simply a spirit, an evil one that wants to separate us from God, and therefore prevent our access to the Kingdom, and to blessings while here on Earth. He wants to distract us from our beauty and power. He infiltrates the flesh. He overcomes the minds of the weak and convinces them that they act on their own accord. He is cunning and baffling like The Lobster is with coronavirus. Or, like America treats Blacks. Or, deception in our families, amongst friends, and humanity. Satan’s spirit is enmeshed in our destruction of the planet, the once-was paradise that God granted us. This is where Satan manifested resides today.
Satan doesn’t want us to know how powerful we are through the Holy Spirit. That is why he’s anxious to block our access to God. He (his spirit) wants us to think that he is more than a mere spirit, a thought, an imagining. He wants us to believe that he has power over us.
I am reposting this in today’s more intense racial and political climate. Perhaps with the coronavirus lockdowns, more people will view and understand this message.
We are now in the revolution, whether you accept it or not. It includes all of the usual ingredients but mixed to a different recipe.
Though I believe that the initial action will require taking matters to the streets, ultimately, if we do things right, we can make this an economic revolution. This is what it must become.
We can stop supporting any entity that supports racism, directly and covertly.
I believe that our power in dollars is greater than our power in voting. Everyone understands money: Nonprofits, Conservatives, The Government, Blacks, Liberal Whites, etc. …Especially those who flaunt compassion and Jesus.
We will have to take matters to the streets as I have, and like others, namely, Millenials are doing. But, if we pull this off correctly, the revolution will evolve into an economic war.
We must stop giving money to those entities that oppress or distort being “for the cause of Blacks”.
I believe that a Trump win will really ignite real revolution. This will catapult real change.
I have decided to not vote at all, or to vote for The Lobster to keep things moving and allow history to repeat itself again, but much more vibrantly.
I will explain why voting for The Lobster will trigger really change, in a messy, but quicker way, than what Democrats have been doing ineffectively for over 100 years.
Kevy.
I consider myself to be rather introspective. I spend a great deal of time analyzing life and Life Seasons daily. I’m constantly searching for a deeper meaning. Sometimes it gets me in trouble, particularly when helping people, thinking that my service is a calling when it ends up becoming a curse.
Obviously, as an African American, I have been doing a lot of self-soul-searching and searching the soul of America, and the world. …The Joe Biden way. I’ve examined myself, friends, family strangers, and “leaders” to draw my own conclusions. I also do quite a bit of research to support my conclusions. I compliment my understanding with my spirituality, fortified through regular prayer and meditation. It is the best that I can do. I may still not always obtain the truth, but at least I don’t take any dish served to me without interrogation.
In this post, I thoughtfully examine why we are in Revolution 2020, right now. I’ll get all introspective with it too.
I have listed all of the ingredients that I believe contribute to today’s outrage. Some of my findings are strictly opinionated. But most are supported by fact and commonly accepted morals and beliefs. Common sense enters the room too in this evaluation.
I find that the fixings that created such an unprecedented outrage around the world were the perfect components for creating the toxic soup in which we now boil.
The New Orleans in me led me to see this recipe for Revolution 2020 as a metaphor for the ingredients that go into the perfect pot of New Orleans Creole gumbo. I included a reliable recipe at the end of this post. Remember, I am a New Orleans River Rat. I grew up 2 blocks from the river Tchoupitoulas Street Tchoupitoulas Pronunciation
Photo – Leftover Turkey Gumbo – Amy In The Kitchen
Like gumbo, adding only the right ingredients, letting them stew for hours, makes it pop.
America and the rest of the world have been stewing too, in a boiling pot of disparity, racism, and disregard for humanity. Adding George Floyd’s killing to the pot of other ingredients is now making this rebellion gumbo boil over.
“Revolution 2020 is an appropriate name because it is in this year 2020 that the world’s vision of humanity will become crystal clear to everyone”. – Kevy
Black People, prepare yourself for making significant changes in your approach to racism, inactive Black people especially. The world is fed-up! We’ve had enough! ..not just of White Privilege, but of Black Privilege and deceptive sellouts, who profit from pretending to care about how inequality and inequity affects their own people.
Approach Black racism as though it impacts you, or a family member. It does. We are all brothers and sisters, under the God in which we supposedly believe.
Blacks are screwed up on racism big time! Blacks (we) clearly contribute to their own demise, by not using our most powerful weapons, money, and action.
Black leaders often give the appearance of action, but just talk about the problem. There is money to be made in just talk. It keeps the Racism Industry vibrant and self-sustaining. Taking tangible action could eliminate it., though
Others superficially wait on the Lord to do the work, though He gave us minds, free will, and discernment. Why put on The Lord what you can do yourselves?
Still, others pretend to do the work but are simply sustaining their existence to keep grant and foundation funds coming into their coffers.
I know what I’m talking about. I’ve experienced each of these types, and I’ve had enough! I will write vigorously about it, but I will not write alone. I help people…many people, giving them tangibles from which they can benefit. …measurable and tangible benefits, not just talk and showcasing.
Because of the silence White Liberals and Self-Serving and lazy Blacks, I have decided to vote for Trump, or not vote at all. I will also explain my reasoning in a separate post. This is a repost to reach more people with this message. Kevy
Today (actually yesterday) was one of my usual days.
I went to Washington Park. I jogged. I was very proud of myself because I ran 7.51 miles, about two and a half months after being exposed to the Coronavirus. I feel like I’m living my truth. I’m actually living and experiencing what I claim about Coronavirus, Health, and Devirusizing. I had no problems. I actually ran an 8:24 mile, which for a 60-year-old man.
But what was different on this day is, obviously my having thoughts on the coronavirus, and recent police killings and police brutality against blacks. I’m a black male, so I’m sort of like enemy number one to the world.
I noticed a bunch of policemen in the park and I wondered, what are they doing? They were handing out something. I didn’t know what they were handing out. Later found out they offering Denver Police Department stickers. I guess they were doing like a little PR or something in light of their reputation.
White people, all people, prepare yourself for making significant changes in your approach to racism, Liberal White people especially. The world is fed-up! We’ve had enough!
White Silence won’t work in the state we’re in today. We’re in the midst of a revolution. Oppressed Blacks recognize that you are benefiting from an unpaid humanitarian debt every day that you enjoy your privilege.
Instead of approaching Racism, Inequality, and Inequity as though it’s awful, and that you must help these poor Blacks, approach your dilemma as though you have a spiritual debt that must be paid. You do.
Approach Black racism as though it impacts you, or a family member. It does. We are all brothers and sisters, under the God in which we supposedly believe.
Many Black are screwed up on racism too. I will post separately on this side of the equation.
But Blacks also clearly contribute to their own demise, by not using their most powerful weapons, money, and action. Black leaders often give the appearance of action, but just talk about the problem. There is money to be made in just talk. It keeps the Racism Industry vibrant and self-sustaining. Taking tangible action could eliminate it.
Others superficially wait on the Lord to do the work, though He gave us minds, free will, and discernment. Why put on The Lord what you can do yourselves? Still, others pretend to do the work but are simply sustaining their existence to keep grant and foundation funds coming into their coffers.
I know what I’m talking about. I’ve experienced each of these types, and I’ve had enough! I will write vigorously about it, but I will not write alone. I help people…many people, giving them tangibles from which they can benefit. …measurable and tangible benefits, not just talk and showcasing.
These two groups are more damaging to Black Inequity & Inequality than outright racists. The latter are resolute and clear. They take action. The former is deceptive and keeps Blacks, in the aggregate bound and tied.
For this reason, I have decided to vote for Trump, or not vote at all. I will also explain my reasoning in a separate post. Kevy
It’s time for you to “get off the pot or shit”, a New Orleans saying. “Shit or get off the pot” – Make a decision. This phrase is most commonly used towards a person or group whom the speaker feels are behaving indecisively. Often occurs in tense situations where the speaker believes a quick decision is necessary or urgent. Sometimes delivered as life advice.” – Urban Dictionary – Deome June 24, 2015
Photo – Gallup Poll
White Liberal Boomers are at a fork in the road and must choose a side. They can no longer ride the middle line as they have for years.
A tsunami of change is already here, and they will be most negatively impacted and left behind if they continue to surf the wave of indifferent, with little action. They can no longer remain neutral, indifferent, or impassionate on racism. They will be held accountable in the aftermath.
If they do not change their ways, they may lose friends, as I lost my friend Annie, their peace of mind, morality will trouble them, and they will be criticized for their inaction, “when shit hits the fan”. Well…Shit has hit the fan!
I just lost my White Liberal Boomer friend Annie last week. Change is happening within our circles and in those around us.
Another way of this statement is, White Liberals walk your talk. Stand up for the principals to which you have professed for years!
Photo – Kevy Michaels
There are many reasons why I feel this way, but let’s first look at population numbers to gain a greater perspective.
I direct the statements above specifically to White LiberalBoomers(Born between 1944 and 1964 (approximately, don’t try to escape), currently between 56-76 years old – 76 million in the U.S. (or so) – Kasasa) because Generations X, Y, and Z are already on board and navigating this Revolution 2020. The Millennials are the ones igniting it. I admire their courage and determination. They won’t be stopped because it’s their future that they are fighting for in addition to fighting against racism.
I was told yesterday at a rally, by a young gay HIV-infected protester, “I know that it’s risky to protest with corona and all, but standing up against police violence and discrimination against Blacks is too important to ignore.”
At rallies this week, as I filmed tens of thousands of protestors, I had an epiphany that these young ‘rebel rouser’ are our future leaders. They dominate the population and demand change. …Look…
I finished this poem this morning while sitting on the grass in a park, reflecting. I was Grounding in multiple ways.
I translated the poem in various languages based on website views, by country. I used Google Translate to convert it from English. Please let me know if the translation is correct, in any language.
I love my mother very much, in any language.
I wrote the poem in this post on my smartphone so there isn’t much glitz and glamor to offer.
I don’t expect those who were not willing to be caregivers for their mother to understand why 6 years after my mother transcended, I continue to worship her like she is still here.
I certainly don’t expect my fake-faithful siblings, family members, and New Orleans’ Metro non-profit deviously-operated senior agencies to appreciate this post. This is not for them. But, there is a slight possibility that one or two may be reflective on their deeds and surrender their sins against their mother (or someone else’s) to God.
They have the freedom to not receive these messages by asking me to not send them my post, or they can just ignore them. Lately, they’ve said nothing and believe in their imaginary innocence. …for six years now.
This post is for those who really love their mothers, who cared for them in their final days, as I did with honor. This is for those same beautiful children of God who believe that their mother is still with them, protecting and watching over them.
As for the other losers, who neglected their mother when she was near death, for greed, power, or resentment, or those who were complicit in the sabotage of a frail mother’s well-being, may you enjoy your day in hell. You will meet a lot of your relatives and friends there.
I am sure that my siblings, family members, and New Orleans agencies that participated in the Terror Against The Caregiver (Me or You) are destined for hell, if not already there on Earth.
I cannot see or talk directly to my mother today. For that, I have no regrets. She’s left me with a lot of fond memories. I can feel her spirit in me, and around me.
I believe that only those who have shown God’s love to their mothers, when they were frail and dying, get to gain such access to their spirit when they become Guardian Angels, as my mother did. She was born on October 2, 1918, the day of the Feast of the Guardian Angels day.
Thanks, Lil Eunice for granting me access to your spirit. Thanks for your guidance and protection. Thanks, God for allowing me to access you, through my dear Lil Eunice!
As for the ungodly ones, in my family circle, and outside of it, I hope it pains you, not having such access, but instead, having access to the pain you caused her before she ascended to heaven.
I am not being cruel. Everyone must pay someday for their deeds, I included.
They too, however, do have access to God, but only in Truth & Surrender to his Truth. May they open that door, I pray.
…May they change their wicked ways. Ironically many of my siblings are mothers. With regard to those for whom this post resonates, I am sure that your caregiving antagonizers are mothers too. In fact, nearly all of my only siblings that remain on Earth today are mothers. They all had a mother, a beautifully spiritual and strong one. Their day of reckoning shall come.
This post was a lot of fun, for me. It digs into the controversy of why Whites are annoyed by Blacks and vice versa.
Most people avoid discussing such touchy topics; I live for those discussions. I tend to gravitate to most things that ‘normal people’ avoid, even Black people. It’s because I’m a wise and knowledgeable man that knows that the root of most problems, especially systemic ones, lies in the touchy areas that we avoid. …the areas that strike nerves. I aim to strike nerves with this post, and provide a prelude to you to better understanding issues and planning your strategy for resolving them.
Many Whites are also annoyed by my discussions and views, as evidenced by several White former friends who ‘drop-kicked’ me because I expressed pure emotions on racial discrimination. I have others who subtly avoid me because they fear I may talk about racism. They make nice as though I don’t realize that they are skating around all the while.
Photo – Glodi Miessi – Unsplash
In preparing this post about things that annoy White people about Blacks, and vice versa, as I always do, I will give you plenty of my opinions, but I will also provide the opinion of others. You are encouraged (as always) to discuss touchy topics like these. Don’t be like former friends who avoided discussing racism to the extent of ending friendships. If we are ever going to make significant progress, we must deal directly with any pressing humanitarian issues, especially with racism. …Okay Boomers, do you understand? I’m one too.
I’ve had enough of the superficial bullshit of pretending to resolve racial issues, but being overly careful to be politically correct. And, I won’t tolerate it for the good of humanity. That is total smoke and mirrors.
The news media can be deceptive, in general. It has been for a long time and will continue, given its eternal conflict between truth, and beholding to advertisers and government regulations.
They are not thoroughly presenting the protest rallies as they are actually occurring. They are demonizing protesters at worse, or are not revealing how united and caring participants are, at the very least.
Photo NBC News – Rodney King Footage Weaved In With BLM ent Protests
Protesters are unlike they are being perceived by the media, The Lobster’s administration, and those who subscribe to their stories, without doing any investigation. For example, I’ve attended over 10 protest rallies in the past two weeks. I shed tears of joy and was inspired every time I saw how warm, passionate, creative, and ingenious the mainly Millennial protesters are.
The same is being done with the coronavirus. I am not implying that COVID19 is not dangerous. It is certainly more dangerous to some, more than others. That says more about those individuals’ health status and lifestyle more than it says about the danger of the virus itself.
I consider myself to be rather introspective. I spend a great deal of time analyzing life and Life Seasons daily. I’m constantly searching for a deeper meaning. Sometimes it gets me in trouble, particularly when helping people, thinking that my service is a calling when it ends up becoming a curse.
Obviously, as an African American, I have been doing a lot of self-soul-searching and searching the soul of America, and the world. …The Joe Biden way. I’ve examined myself, friends, family strangers, and “leaders” to draw my own conclusions. I also do quite a bit of research to support my conclusions. I compliment my understanding with my spirituality, fortified through regular prayer and meditation. It is the best that I can do. I may still not always obtain the truth, but at least I don’t take any dish served to me without interrogation.
In this post, I thoughtfully examine why we are in Revolution 2020, right now. I’ll get all introspective with it too.
I have listed all of the ingredients that I believe contribute to today’s outrage. Some of my findings are strictly opinionated. But most are supported by fact and commonly accepted morals and beliefs. Common sense enters the room too in this evaluation.
I find that the fixings that created such an unprecedented outrage around the world were the perfect components for creating the toxic soup in which we now boil.
The New Orleans in me led me to see this recipe for Revolution 2020 as a metaphor for the ingredients that go into the perfect pot of New Orleans Creole gumbo. I included a reliable recipe at the end of this post. Remember, I am a New Orleans River Rat. I grew up 2 blocks from the river Tchoupitoulas Street Tchoupitoulas Pronunciation
Photo – Leftover Turkey Gumbo – Amy In The Kitchen
Like gumbo, adding only the right ingredients, letting them stew for hours, makes it pop.
America and the rest of the world have been stewing too, in a boiling pot of disparity, racism, and disregard for humanity. Adding George Floyd’s killing to the pot of other ingredients is now making this rebellion gumbo boil over.
“Revolution 2020 is an appropriate name because it is in this year 2020 that the world’s vision of humanity will become crystal clear to everyone”. – Kevy
White people, all people, prepare yourself for making significant changes in your approach to racism, Liberal White people especially. The world is fed-up! We’ve had enough!
White Silence won’t work in the state we’re in today. We’re in the midst of a revolution. Blacks recognize that you are benefiting from an unpaid humanitarian debt every day that you enjoy your privilege.
Instead of approaching Racism, Inequality, and Inequity as though it’s awful, and that you must help these poor Blacks, approach your dilemma as though you have a spiritual debt that must be paid. You do.
Approach Black racism as though it impacts you, or a family member. It does. We are all brothers and sisters, under the God in which we supposedly believe.
Many Black are screwed up on racism too. I will post separately on this side of the equation.
But Blacks clearly contribute to their own demise, by not using their most powerful weapons, money, and action. Black leaders often give the appearance of action, but just talk about the problem. This is money to be made in just talk. It keeps the Racism Industry vibrant and self-sustaining. Taking tangible ction could eliminate it.
Others superficially wait on the Lord to do the work, though He gave us minds, free will, and discernment. Why put on The Lord what you can do yourselves? Still, others pretend to do the work but are simply sustaining their existence to keep grant and foundation funds coming into their coffers.
I know what I’m talking about. I’ve experienced each of these types, and I’ve had enough! I will write vigorously about it, but I will not write alone. I help people…many people, giving them tangibles from which they can benefit. …measurable and tangible benefits, not just talk and showcasing.
These two groups are more damaging to Black Inequity & Inequality than outright racists. The latter are resolute and clear. They take action. The former is deceptive and keeps Blacks, in the aggregate bound and tied.
For this reason, I have decided to vote for Trump, or not vote at all. I will also explain my reasoning in a separate post. Kevy
It’s time for you to “get off the pot or shit”, a New Orleans saying. “Shit or get off the pot” – Make a decision. This phrase is most commonly used towards a person or group whom the speaker feels are behaving indecisively. Often occurs in tense situations where the speaker believes a quick decision is necessary or urgent. Sometimes delivered as life advice.” – Urban Dictionary – Deome June 24, 2015
Photo – Gallup Poll
White Liberal Boomers are at a fork in the road and must choose a side. They can no longer ride the middle line as they have for years.
A tsunami of change is already here, and they will be most negatively impacted and left behind if they continue to surf the wave of indifferent, with little action. They can no longer remain neutral, indifferent, or impassionate on racism. They will be held accountable in the aftermath.
If they do not change their ways, they may lose friends, as I lost my friend Annie, their peace of mind, morality will trouble them, and they will be criticized for their inaction, “when shit hits the fan”. Well…Shit has hit the fan!
I just lost my White Liberal Boomer friend Annie last week. Change is happening within our circles and in those around us.
Another way of this statement is, White Liberals walk your talk. Stand up for the principals to which you have professed for years!
Photo – Kevy Michaels
There are many reasons why I feel this way, but let’s first look at population numbers to gain a greater perspective.
I direct the statements above specifically to White LiberalBoomers(Born between 1944 and 1964 (approximately, don’t try to escape), currently between 56-76 years old – 76 million in the U.S. (or so) – Kasasa) because Generations X, Y, and Z are already on board and navigating this Revolution 2020. The Millennials are the ones igniting it. I admire their courage and determination. They won’t be stopped because it’s their future that they are fighting for in addition to fighting against racism.
I was told yesterday at a rally, by a young gay HIV-infected protester, “I know that it’s risky to protest with corona and all, but standing up against police violence and discrimination against Blacks is too important to ignore.”
At rallies this week, as I filmed tens of thousands of protestors, I had an epiphany that these young ‘rebel rouser’ are our future leaders. They dominate the population and demand change. …Look…
I am exhausted physically and emotionally but continue to participate in rallies with the Black Lives Matter Revolution.
I’ve cried often, both in joy and sorrow, lost my voice a few times, and have felt intense anger. I’ve spent 9 days and nights at protests, rallies, and marches. I have, as have nearly each of 10’s of thousands of participants in Denver, Colorado, USA, protested nonviolently.
I lost a white friend (Annie) who was infuriated by my expression of emotions about “white people” after I repeatedly watched the George Floyd crucifixion to prepare the video Black People – All People Just Want To Live. Her last words to me on the phone were ‘fuck you”, then she hung up.
It’s like I went to an emotional amusement park, where only some of the rides are amusing. But, I will return to blogging and vlogging this week as I regroup.
I am excited to share this post by Coloradopoet. In the post-Black People – All People Just Want To Live, I invited others to share their perspectives on all things racial. Coloradopoet answered. I am hopeful that Coloradopoet will share more posts in the future. I am hopeful that one day that you will be encouraged to share fresh or already published content, especially on racism. Can we talk?
Photo – Johannes Krupinski
We must not be like my friend Annie. I will write about her in a coming post.
White people must not get so defensive and must be willing to talk about the realities of racism. They must try to imagine how Blacks must feel in this revolution, then try to imagine again, on top of that.
Most of today’s Whites were born into the privilege of this hateful inhumanity, innocently. Most of today’s Blacks were born into the barbarism and disparity of this hateful inhumanity, innocently. But together we must change it, or it will destroy civilization as we ‘used to know it’. It is not the same anymore.
Here it is, in May of 2020 and my mind is confused.
I’m an educated black man. I’m a well-versed black man, and I know the feelings that I have are not wise. On one hand, I’m beginning to hate white people. I know that doesn’t make sense because there’s good and bad in every race. But I’m really beginning to hate white superiority and white indifference.
This is the reason that my mind is confused. It’s because I’m feeling opposing emotions at the same time.
I appreciate what I saw yesterday, the day before, and perhaps today at peaceful rallies against police killings. The majority of the participants were White, as well as other non-Black races. And, we all got along well as we fought for a common good cause. These were primarily young people. They hate White privilege, often to the dismay of family and friends, and they’re White! They were impressive too. They were kind and sincere in their concern and loyalty to the movement.
Today (actually yesterday) was one of my usual days.
I went to Washington Park. I jogged. I was very proud of myself because I ran 7.51 miles, about two and a half months after being exposed to the Coronavirus. I feel like I’m living my truth. I’m actually living and experiencing what I claim about Coronavirus, Health, and Devirusizing. I had no problems. I actually ran an 8:24 mile, which for a 60-year-old man.
But what was different on this day is, obviously my having thoughts on the coronavirus, and recent police killings and police brutality against blacks. I’m a black male, so I’m sort of like enemy number one to the world.
I noticed a bunch of policemen in the park and I wondered, what are they doing? They were handing out something. I didn’t know what they were handing out. Later found out they offering Denver Police Department stickers. I guess they were doing like a little PR or something in light of their reputation.
We have a problem. And I say ‘We’ with a capital ‘W’ because all of us must own the problem of racism. We must resolve it before it destroys us.
This post may cause me to lose White followers and friends, especially those who identify as Liberal. They perpetuate institutionalized racism, and may not realize it. They perpetuate it simply by believing that the problem of racism is only about how you treat people.
But racism is institutionalized, and their kindness, though well-intentioned, ignores and perpetuates this vile stigma on society.
At the expense of losing many fine and well-meaning people, I am compelled to explain why White Liberals hold a large responsibility to change the inhumanity of racism.
Surely, there are other roles to fill, namely, Blacks and other minorities must clean their own houses too. Within our tribes, we must stop demonizing and killing each other. But they are just a minority of the folks who perpetuate racism in their performances and statements that the media picks up like vultures to make the images go viral.
Photo – Shamim Nakhaei-
We have the ear of White Liberals since they do show some compassion toward equality and equity. They are just a bit misguided and perhaps deceived on what racism is and how to eradicate it.
Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.” ― Yoko Ono
“While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease” –Genesis 8:22
“If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.” – Anne Bradstreet, The Works of Anne Bradstreet
“1 To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted” – Ecc 3:1-2
Coming to an understanding of how seasons work in my life has been one of my most profound discoveries.
The world is a kind of spiritual kindergarten where millions of bewildered infants are trying to spell “God” with the wrong blocks. – Edwin Arlington Robinson
I can no longer say that I am a religious man. I am a spiritual man, with religion in my spirit, but I am not a regular participant in organized religion.
I haven’t fancied being a part of any large organized groups in general, since high school. Therefore, part of my reason for not being religious is that I do not like to be a part of large groups.
Being a religious man is like saying that you are an outdoorsman, a romantic man, or even a party man. The driving words before ‘man’ implies regularly participating in that specific sort of activity, outdoor sports, romance, and partying, respectively.
I am not a religious man because I do not regularly go to church.
As you get older, you find that often the wheat, disentangling itself from the chaff, comes out to meet you. – Gwendolyn Brooks
Friends, I am finally returning to Life Seasons As A Teacher, more passionate than ever! I have been on Life’s Road and have become more discerned, strengthened, and corrected. I have been tried many times, but never convicted. I have many stories to share in future posts.
But I must first present content on the matter at hand, Corona.
I am returning with an enemy whom I befriended for a bit. Her name is Corona. She’s left me now, stronger than I was before she came into my life. Corona had to move on from me. She is no longer amused with me and knew that there is a world of more suitable and submissive mates for her. I am a strong man. Maybe that’s why she left me.
I no longer wish Corona in my life, but I appreciate all that she revealed to me about me, and about ‘people’. …about our world. Her most powerful skill is in her ability to separate the wheat from the tares.
I will be sharing with you, what Corona revealed to me in the next several posts.
When I refer to Satan, I don’t think of a red naked man with horns and a pitchfork. That is a fairy tale that I haven’t believed since maybe the age of 5 years.
I don’t believe that Satan unto himself is of flesh. Satan is simply a spirit, an evil one that wants to separate us from God, and therefore prevent our access to the Kingdom, and to blessings while here on Earth. He infiltrates the flesh. He overcomes the minds of the weak and convinces them that they act on their own accord.
Satan doesn’t want us to know how powerful we are through the Holy Spirit. That’s why he’s anxious to block our access to God. He (his spirit) wants us to think that he is more than a mere spirit, a thought, an imagining. He wants us to believe that he has power over us.
But, he doesn’t, provided we don’t surrender to him.
Though Satan is powerless, he is still highly successful in inflicting evil. That is because he must transform into human form so that he becomes more relatable and likable to us. Satan is so successful because he cunningly gets a hold of those closest to us. He also cleverly uses various lures to entice us into his web.
Because we are unknowingly hypnotized like a zombie, he easily appears in the people around us, and manipulates us, if we fall for it. Under his baffling spell, we are decoyed, and oblivious, because we are only alerted by the image of Satan with a pitchfork, that’s been burned in our minds.
But, that clever dude, in disguise, congenially sits at our dinner table, in our homes, at our jobs, in our communities in the form of friends, family, bosses, clergy, politicians, neighbors, and even loved ones. His spirit appears in a form that is anything but the deceptive ‘red devil’ we’ve come to look out for.
When I hear people say that Satan is real, or that Satan is walking the face of the Earth, I interpret that to mean that he has infiltrated the minds of people surrounding and interacting with us. I don’t know if it’s just me, but he seems to have shown tremendous success in recent years.
So when I state with conviction that ‘Satan walks the face of the Earth’, now you know what I mean.
When I refer to Satan, I don’t think of a red naked man with horns and a pitchfork. I think of the people around me, and observe them and their deeds very carefully.
I am in a New Orleans mood today. It is kind of difficult to explain, but I will try.
As I’ve mentioned, New Orleans is a very magical city. In a way, it’s like The City of Oz. There are casinos, cruises docking, live jazz in the streets, enticing aromas of Creole food, and boiled seafood, and anything you can imagine to indulge, but only if you do it in excess.
New Orleans has a bar on nearly every corner in certain neighborhoods. They still call them barrooms. As single person, those barrooms are a savior because nearly every day of the week, they feature food. They may have fried chicken, red beans & rice, on Mondays, boiled crawfish (not crayfish) and crabs on Wednesday, and Fish Fry Fridays. A single person doesn’t really have to prepare dinner, because there is always a barroom that serves free food with a drink.
New Orleans is one of the few cities that allows 3 and 4-for-1 drink specials. When you purchase your first drink, additional plastic Dixie cups are placed top down on the bar for your next rounds.
New Orleans offers variety with excitement, ‘the best of’, in the most important categories: Food, Drink, Music, Dance, Gambling, Festivities, and Charm.
On top of all of that, because of its extreme humidity, no one ever really dresses up, except during the Mardi Gras ball season. You just come as you are. That’s why it’s the ‘Big Easy’.
But if you are not careful and disciplined, this Land of Oz, or Sodom and Gomorrah, as Pentecostal Baptists would refer to it, can get you in a lot of trouble.
I noticed a bunch of policemen in the park and I wondered, what are they doing? They were handing out something. I didn’t know what they were handing out. Later found out they offering Denver Police Department stickers. I guess they were doing like a little PR or something in light of their reputation.
