Why am I so sleepy?!??! I guess it’s because of that daylight savings time we had last week. My sleep mode is all off balance. I laid down for a nap around 3pm and it’s after 10pm! What in the world??!! Boy. I guess I’ll try to go back to sleep after I do some prayer and meditation. I needed the sleep though because when I’m sleepy my mind gets to racing and I start acting like a little emotional basketcase. I wonder why is it that I get all in my feelings when I’m sleepy. I guess a lot of people do and that’s why they act all stupid and mean in the morning. Well, I’m wired different. I’ll start acting all stupid and mean in the middle of the day when I’m sleepy. I think I’m due for some sleep, given I’ve been wide open for the past three years if you know what I mean. I used to joke in rehab that I slept so much because I’d been up for the past ten years. Why did God preserve me? I don’t look anything like what I’ve been through. Trying not to sound like vanity, but he’s in the business of restoring. I’m a good 37. Lol. Thank you Jesus. That’s all I got. Thanks for letting me share.

That’s my dog niece LuLu. Today was pretty good. I finally made it to a meeting. I haven’t been to one all week. I have too much pride than to ask for a ride everywhere. I got to spend time with the family. All is well. It’s been a while since I’ve been around immediate family sober, and it felt good. Most importantly for me, there are no regrets. What was done in the past is the past. I got to see my nephew, well the ladies in my family, put together is invitations for his graduation. I don’t know how those graduation people are still making money off those cards. I guess it’s just tradition, because nowadays you can slap that sucker up on Facebook and it would be just as effective. Anyway, I’m proud of him. God is good. Nothing short of amazing. Well, that’s all I got. Thanks for letting me share.

I don’t know what happened to me today. I was just completely tired and the only reason I’m waking up now is so that I can write this blog, and I’m going back to sleep. I had my interview today and I go in for another interview Monday which may seal the deal for this job. I hope they give me another full week before starting because I’m actually busy next week with “Justin” maintenance. Not self indulgent maintenance, but doctor’s visit and court for the ticket I got for my license being suspended. The anxiety is starting to try to kick in because I’m worried about transportation to and from work. I’ve never been without a car in my life and I wish I could just get mine fixed. Let me give that to God, because I get discouraged when I think about it. I have to stop setting myself up for failure with each win. I can’t be so pessimistic . I have to exercise faith. He’ll provide as usual. That visual is a picture on my wall as I lie here in bed. I’m going back to sleep. That’s all I got. Thanks for letting me share.

Temptation comes hard and strong. It gives me an anxiety that I’m sure others have felt before, but I don’t know how to explain it. I want to act out on the temptation, but I must prove my integrity to myself. I’m skeptical about even writing this. I don’t want the fact that I’ve been tempted to looks like weakness when it’s a vehicle to prove how strong I really am. Let me rephrase that, I want the glory of God to be revealed in my resisting temptation. I’ve proved to myself that I can’t do this with my own will. I actually had to get down on my knees and ask God to remove this desire, because left to my own vices I would give in at any second. I would set up an avenue to take so that I can give into the temptation. I didn’t call my mentor. I didn’t reach out to anyone. I’m just vocalizing it here so that I can get my thought process together. I wonder if I’m crazy. The reason I don’t want to say “Hey, I’m being tempted” is because I’ll have this shield of great people come around me and tell me “Hey, don’t do this! Don’t mess up everything you’re working hard for.” Somehow, that projects in my mind as someone telling me what to do, and my defiance doesn’t allow that. Once someone tells me not to do something I’m ready ten times more to do it. I don’t know why that is. I guess it’s because I’ve always listened to everyone telling me what I should do and I struggle with it. I now tell everyone do not tell me what to do rather than suggest it. It’s only certain people I’ll listen to in regards to recovery, and it’s because they have been there. Well, there’s only one person I listen to and that’s my mentor. I need to work on my Step Six. Yes, I’m still working on it even though I haven’t put the pen to pad in recent days. I need to communicate more. That’s a big thing for me. Effective communication is huge. I shut down when communication isn’t effective. It takes a certain kind of intimacy to effectively communicate with me. I don’t know how I got from temptation to effective communication, but it is what it is. Also, have you ever saw the bigger picture for yourself, but no one else sees it? Nevermind. That’s all I got. Thanks for letting me share.

So, the position I was applying for got snatched by someone else. I had the natural reaction of being disaappointed, but I’m grateful I have enough sense to bring myself out of the pity party I would usually put myself in. Usually, I would look at myself as less than, and that I would beat myself up telling myself I’m a worthless piece of turd that needs to be flushed down the toilet. Thank God for renewing my mind. I now looked at the situation as it was not God’s will for me to be in that position, and that He has other plans for me. That brought me out of that slump before I even got into the slump. It’s crazy how I thought so horrible of myself at one time. I hope I never get to the place again. It’s appointed disappointment. If I didn’t receive what I thought was good, how much more will I receive that is better than what I wanted to receive. In other words, I believe that I didn’t get into that position because God has something better for me. I just can’t wait to see what it is, and I wish He would hurry up. However, let His will be done. If He wants me to wait to grow my patience, so be it. I just feel like I can say “I wish you would hurry up God” out load and on this blog because I’m already saying it in my heart. I don’t want Him to rush things because of my impatience though because He’ll give me what I want and it may end up being a mess and I’ll have to learn this whole patience thing in another circumstance I don’t wish to go through. On another note, it’s crazy how I don’t feel like writing these blogs. Half the time I don’t know what I’m going to talk about. Nevertheless, I end up with substance. Once I’m writing I gain all of these epiphanies. I’m also writing in a little journal about these thoughts that come to my head. It’s pretty evident I have a prophetic gift, but I’m feel like I’m almost scared of it. I feel like if I say some of the things I see in my mind I’ll be looked at strange. That’s why I’m writing them down. Let me stop with this. That’s all I got. Thanks for letting me share.

I’m speechless right now. Not that I’m in some kind of crisis, but I actually don’t have anything to talk about. I feel really content and hopeful at the moment, and sometimes that gets weird. I’m so used to some mess going on and having me all on edge that this phase in my life is new. I don’t know how to handle being at peace. So this is the peace that surpasses all understanding! Thank you God. Please don’t let me mess up my own peace by letting thoughts pervade my mind by my own doing. So, I have to spend time with my higher power to maintain that peace. I can’t do it on my own, because left to my own will my mind will tell me that there’s something to be anxious and worried about. However, I know that I am to be anxious about nothing but in everything by prayer and supplication I must let my requests be known unto God. There you have it. I’m getting it. I was on Facebook earlier and one of the guys I went to rehab with was describing how he’s relapsed and is in a bad spot. I’m glad I don’t have my car at the moment because I would try to go rescue him. I wanted to comment, but I’ll just pray for him. I pray that he realizes that each time he goes out that it’s going to get worse and worse and that he’ll come back to his senses quick. I pray that God has mercy on him and keep him safe and alive and leads him back to the cross. That’s all I got. Thanks for letting me share.

I started this new venture today. It came as an idea last Thursday. I think the visuals I have created are pretty cool, so I got the idea that maybe I should design some clothing. Well, I did it. I prayed about it and it was confirmed. I don’t know if it will be profitable, but I’m excited about it. I want the products to be inspirational and to have mystery messages in them. I don’t know where I come up with these concepts, but I want to make sure they are God driven. Anyway, I was taking too much time starting up and developing the website and it was like God said “Hey! Chill out. Don’t exalt this little thing over me.” So, I had to put it down for the time being and meditate. I don’t want to end up trying to do too much. I have pretty good prospects on a good position that fell into my lap. I hope all goes well, but even if it doesn’t fall through I’ll praise Him. I’m in a good spot I feel. I have to stay focused on recovery too and not forget I’m not vulnerable to mess. How do I find the balance. I almost didn’t even write on this blog tonight because I feel like I have been doing a lot with the online store. I’m getting my feet wet with a lot of things. Ever since I’ve left rehab I’ve been a poet, journalist, photographer, producer, musician, and now designer. That is crazy! I haven’t made and money yet. However, that’s okay. I used to tell the guys in rehab I’m trying to build an empire once I get out of here and it seems like I’m in the beginning stages. I hope God blesses it and shows me favor. I know He will. I’m Mr.Justin1911 on Facebook and Justified1911 on Instagram if anyone bothers reading about my journey in recovery. That’s all I got. Thanks for letting me share.

Dear younger me,

I almost cry when I see the innocence in your eyes. All the life in that little vesel. I can see the curiosuity in your eyes of what life has to offer. I still remember when you took that picture. This is a little too much information, but you had just taken a mean shadooby (#2) and you just needed to sit down for a second and daddy came in and surprised you and snapped that picture. You was on the brown couch with this huge 1980s wicker fans hanging on the wall, and that awful red carpet. It was a Sunday. You’re favorite dog out of all the ones you’ll ever have, T.C., was still alive and you were playing with him before you were rudely interrupted by your bowels. I wish I was there with you right now to, so that I could stop the molestation that you thought was normal. Yeah, I have to expose the secret that you told your cousin you’d never tell. I’m sorry. It’s for the best now, because that secret has brought all kind drama in your life. It’s okay though. I’m going to straighten it out for you with God’s help. I’m glad after more than thirty years I’ve never forgotten you. I’ve somehow kept you guarded. I’ve held on to you, and I’ve taken the beating from life but I protected the love you have. I don’t know where it comes from, but you don’t have the ability to hate. I thank you for that because you passed that along to me. Such a pure heart. Oh yea, you remember that friend you made in the backseat of that grey Oldmobile your parents drove? That friend named Jesus? Well, turns out he’s the best friend you could have ever made. He’s been by your side all these years. It amazes me that at such a young age you secured such a profound relationship. You’ve always trusted in Him. You’ve lived a blessed life. So much that you actually wanted to experience some perils. You actually asked for the perils just to see how good of a friend Jesus was, is and will be. Well, I’ll tell you one thing he has proved himself. In fact, He’s the one who has guarded your heart. I think he’s the reason you’ll never know what it is to truly hate because you have this uncanny ability to love everyone from the depth of your soul. I’ll tell you it hurts sometimes to love so hard, because the world is full of hateful, mean people. Sorry, I messed up and tried to teach you how to numb the sadness and only made things worse. But Jesus. Well, if i had to do it all again I wouldn’t change a thing. I hope you’re proud of me. I’ve remembered you all of these years and you still live in me. I am you are me. Love you buddy.

Love,

Older You

I don’t know what’s going on in the world, or at least in America. There’s like a sense of urgency and confusion throughout the atmosphere. It feels like a thousand smoke screens. I’m tired of the black man witch hunts going on. First we keep hearing about R. Kelly and his shenanigans, and it’s like they’re out to ruin his legacy. I’m not excusing what he’s done, but isn’t that Hollywood? It’s not like he’s the first guy with proclivities. They’re going hard on him, but they don’t go hard on other moguls in Hollywood who do the same thing. It’s like you’ll hear a story about one of the other famous perverts and it dies down quickly, but if they’re black it’s a long drawn out vilifying scenario. I’m just speaking facts. Then, you have Jussie Smollett. I personally like the kid, and a lot of it has to do with his name is Justin 😉. Anyhow, people mess up sometimes. We need to forgive. What’s being alleged of him is not villain worthy if you ask me. If he did it, yeah that was a messed up move, but didn’t Ryan Lochte, or however you spell his name, do the same thing? Didn’t that white lady who accused Emmitt Till lie, and got that boy killed? It’s a bad move. If he’s guilty, he just got caught in a lie. The sensationalism behind it all is more damaging than anything if it’s going to have some effect on hate crime protocol. People get arrested for false police reports every day. It’s not as severe as it’s being made out to be. People in Hollywood do strange things. Remember, all press is good press. Jussie will be alright though. I just think the coverage has gotten way out of hand. There are other things more at stake than that incident. Then, there’s Michael Jackson. I just find this hard to believe. Trying to sabotage his legacy is irritating in itself. It probably has to do with the fact that he owned the Beatles catalog and Sony is upset with that since I hear he owned half of Sony. Just like Bill Cosby trying to buy NBC and then his legacy gets tarnished. All of this is hearsay, but as American history has shown it seems a subliminal message is at stake which is black people stay in your lane or else. We can have some power, but not too much power or else the sabotage begins. We’re living in strange times. What is God trying to tell us? I know I pray for his mercy on the saints, because the nation will suffer consequences for injustices upon humanity. Do people think God is pleased with our fighting and debauchery? Pretty soon we’ll have EF6 tornadoes ravaging our country bigger than any we’ve ever seen. Then people will start crying out to God. It’s funny how disaster strikes and people are quick to say “How can God let something like this happen?” It’s called judgment. The earth is crying out because of sin. The blood of babies are contaminating our waters, and the blood of the innocent is crying out to God like Abel’s blood after he was murdered by Cain. I guess I have a heavy heart today. I hope I didn’t offend. Please forgive if I did, that is not my intention. Well, I’ve said enough. Thanks for letting me share.

Today was pretty eventful. I had to go to the DMV and get another license, because last night I found out that they were suspended. Last night, I ended up being pulled over for not turning my signal on. I would argue that I was in the lane specifically for left turns and that getting pulled over was pretty, but instead I’ll just put my signal on at every turn from now on. Anyhow, the cop came over and it felt good not to be paranoid or on the defense for once. My license were suspended due to me not turning in my tags. See, when I went to rehab my insurance expired, got cancelled and once the state knows your insurance is cancelled you have to turn in your tags. Since my car is messed up, there was no need to reinstate my insurance anyway. However, they sent a notice in January telling me that I need to resolve the issue or on February 25th my license would be suspended. Well, that’s what happened. I’m so happy I have peace because I would’ve lost my mind over the whole ordeal. Or used the whole ordeal as an excuse to go get lit. Well, I just went ahead and took care of business today and got my license back. It’s a $400 charge so I had to get on a payment plan. Now, I have to go to court on the 20th to show the officer I have my license back so that he’ll drop the $647 ticket he gave me. I’ll trust God. My reaction to the whole thing was what I’m most proud of, and the peace that surpasses all understanding was with me. It’s amazing how putting God first can change your life. I could’ve been in jail because people get arrested every day for driving under suspension. I wonder how many of them are unaware that their license is suspended just like I was. However, God’s grace and mercy is what sustained me. No doubt about it. I didn’t get upset, I didn’t get out of character. Also, my cousin from NY just happened to be down here and I was riding with her. So, she was able to take over the driver’s seat after the cop looked at her license. I still have to pay the rest of that $400 fine. God help me with that. Well, I’m ecstatic and I’m not complaining. It’s in the court of Jesus. Thanks for letting me share.

It’s the little things in life that makes the experience worth while. I just came to the conclusion that I love me some grape kool-aid. As minuscule as it sounds, this purple refreshing drink, when it has the correct amount of sugar applied, puts me in a place of content. When the tension is about to reach the point of no return all I have to do is think about grape Kool-Aid, and I realize most of the things that I feel I’m about to lose my mind about aren’t that serious. Don’t you hate it when other people infringe on your sanity telling about stuff you “should” be worried about? I shouldn’t have posed that as a question, because I hate when someone asks me a question expecting me to agree with them. In fact in the last two sentences I used the word “hate.” I’m trying to get that word out of my vocabulary, because I feel like Grouchy Smurf using the word hate. Grape Kool-Aid. I hope this makes sense. My mind goes off on tangents and I can only hope that it reads as cohesive as it is in my mind. Anyway, grape Kool-Aid. Try it sometime. Two packs and 2.5 cups of sugar makes a perfect gallon. That’s all I got. Thanks for letting me share.

I had the chance today to hang out with my older cousin. He’s around my parents’ age, but I went to help him move a couch. He’s a very spiritual guy. Not religious, but spiritual. Nobody has time for the Pharisees. Anyway, we talked and he told me he was “out there” with the spiritual thing, and I told him I am too. So, it was a comfortable situation where we could talk and not wonder if the other was thinking we were crazy. It felt awesome, because I can’t talk to everyone about spirituality. Most people claim to believe in God, but when it comes down to it they’re reluctant to believe in spiritual things. They can’t grasp the fact that words and thoughts manifest into the physical realm, but they begin in the spiritual realm. Therefore, it is important to be careful what you say and to guard your thoughts. How many times has the thing you feared the most come upon you? I know for me, everything I have feared has come upon me and it all began with my mindset. My thoughts. The good thing about that is now that I have made it through what I feared the most I am fearless. I’m the one that’ll take a risk, and the reason being is because I know God will bring me through anything and everything. He brought me through what I feared most, and it has led to unwavering faith. I won’t sit up here and say that I don’t get anxious, but that’s just natural because I’m impatient. I often used to wonder when I was in active addiction why my family would worry. In my mind I already had the mindset that God is going to bring me through this. It was just a test. I KNEW he was going to bring me through. I’m not saying I’m out of the water, but I know I’m not going out like that. You feel me? Nevertheless, I found it quite comforting that I could have a real conversation about spirituality with someone who walks the walk. It’s powerful stuff. Most people don’t know that life and death lies in the power of the tongue. They say it, but they don’t really believe it. So, if you’re depressed try saying “Die depression. Get away from me” and see what happens. Just saying. I’m preaching to myself also. MULTI MILLIONS OF DOLLARS COME TO ME NOW 😉. That’s all I got. Thanks for letting me share.

The darkness the enemy uses to keep you from perceiving what is truth. You can’t cast out strongholds, you can only pull them down. It’s hard for me to recognize what strongholds are in my life. Some have been easy to recognize, others I’m still trying to identify. Strongholds are the things that cause arguments. Strongholds are the things offenses are made of. Strongholds skew your perception of things. For example, someone may get offended at someone’s tardiness and having to wait on them. Their perception may be that “They need to respect people’s time and not be late” when the truth of the matter is that person needs to practice patience. Does that make sense? That’s how I see it at least. Kind of like those dreadful defects. I’m still working Step 6. 3 a day, right? I’ll be honest, I’ve been slacking in doing 3 a day. However, progress not perfection. That’s all I got. Thanks for letting me share.

Don’t ask about the visual. I was trying to think of a concept for “I Could’ve Been” and that was one of the pictures. Anyhow, I came up with two different melodies today. That’s about all the excitement I had today. I need to start putting pen to paper again. This is going to be a short one, because I just woke up from dozing off by accident and now it’s after midnight. If I don’t get back to sleep soon I’ll be up until 5am. My sleep pattern is all jacked up. I need to read a little bit. Thanks for letting me share.

No one except people I know probably get the whole “Son of Art” concept. Well, my daddy’s name is Art. I also have a creative bone that expresses itself artistically, and that makes me the son of art in a sense. It’s corny, but it’s also genius. Anyway, I wish it would stop raining already. It’s been like this for about two weeks it seem like. I went to church today. I didn’t go to the meeting I had intended on going to because it was so rainy and dreary all I wanted to do was eat and sleep. Thank God for that. Thank God I wasn’t outside at some gas pump in the rain, standing there for hours not knowing if I had pumped gas or not because I was so high. Yeah, it was like that sometimes. So LIT and looking stupid. I ain’t gotta live like that no mo. Tomorrow begins a new week. I’m waiting to see what God has in store. I hope it’s something. He guides me into my destiny and all these flowers bloom, and all these angels come down and give me a crown of pure gold and diamonds and let me know how proud He is that I’m sober. Just being facetious. No, it doesn’t work like that. I need to put another poem up here, but I haven’t received what the visual should be. I read today that poetry is typically the vehicle for prophetic oracles. That made me think and take my poetry more seriously. I have to write it on here like I did when I first wrote it down with pencil. I can’t be changing words to be more acceptable. After all, they’re not my words. I don’t write poetry. God HAD to have put that those words in my heart to write down. It’s crazy how it all started when I was just playing with one of my rehab bros, saying I was going to write 16 bars for my graduation speech. That turned out to really happen. It was a poem to me, but of course I’m black and have rhythm so I read the poem with a little beat in my head and it came out like a rap. I prophesied to rehab bro and it came to pass. Lol. Crazy. Well, that’s all I got. Thanks for letting me share.

I want to be free like the bald eagle I have tattooed on my arm. I want to be free of worries, free of time, free of desires, free of what I’m supposed to be, free from me. Well, if the Son has set me free, I am free indeed. So, I guess I am free of all the above. Look at me being dramatic. I went to a new meeting today. I think I liked that meeting a little more, because it wasn’t as ratchet and raw as the one’s I’m used to. There was a lot more experience in recovery in there. Not just depressed people glad about being clean for 90 days. They added substance to the conversation. They have been clean for like 15+ years. I don’t know why it’s hard for me to believe that someone can be clean that long. As soon as someone is like “I’ve been clean for blah blah years” I hate to admit it but my first thought is “Yea right.” Why am I like that? What character defect is that? I guess it’s my inability to trust all the way. Also, I may be like “Yea right” because I don’t want to worship them for being clean. I find that addicts seem to worship people with long clean time, and I’m just not that dude. I’m not worshipping anything but Jesus. It’s a commendable act, but I’m not into all the praise and worship of someone’s clean time. It’s what you’re supposed to do anyway. That’s all I got. Thanks for letting me share.

This is going to be a short one. Today was boring. Uneventful. I don’t mind it though. I’ve had enough action in my life in the past 3-4 years that I celebrate boredom. I didn’t do much devotion today. Mainly, just slept. I’m planning on going to a meeting in the morning. My mentor gave me a little push to go to other meetings and get out of my comfort zone. I guess it is good to meet new people. That’s all I got. Thanks for letting me share.

Today has been great. I thank God for what he does and what he’s about to do. Sometimes I wish he would hurry up, but that’s me and my impatience. I have this piece of poetry I want to put up…well, I’m going to put up and I’m worried about the reception of it. Look at me, acting like I have thousands of people reading my blog. Anyway, it’s called “Demonic.” I created the visual the other day, and it’s pretty out there. My bro told me tonight at bible study that my visuals scare him sometimes and make him worried. It’s just to grad people’s attention. The words are to keep people’s attention. It’s a method to my madness, and I kind of intrigue myself. Look at that pride. God take the pride from me. Anyway, I have my keyboard working now so I can create melodies since I want to create songs out of all this poetry. That was my intention from the beginning, but since I had no music I just created the lyrics with the poetry. Now, I’m depending on God for the melody because I don’t know the first thing about creating music. I just know if it sounds right. Feel me? I just want to have at least a sample of how each poem/song should sound so whenever I get the chance to get with some real musicians we can finish the magic. I used to tell the guys in rehab “I’ve written a whole album.” I never knew I would be really doing that. Well, I’m still worried about my buddy, but I’m not going to do that anymore. I know the power addiction can have over the people who love you. First hand experience. I was that guy a few months ago. My story is somewhat different from other addicts, but the same at the same time. I’m ready for this restoration that God is doing in my life. I just hope I don’t F it up. Well, that’s all I have for right now. I feel like I’m being very guarded in this entry though. Like I’m being sensitized. I don’t want to talk about the fact that I’m worried about making the right move and hearing from God. Does He want me to keep pursuing this writing venture 100%? What kind of job should I be looking for? How is my car going to get fixed? How can I look for a job with a broke car? How do I reinstate my insurance, and will I have to pay a fine to the state? Should I just turn my tags in and when my car is up and running redo everything? How am I supposed to find a job without a car? These are all the things going through my head. This is where faith is going to have to come in, because I can’t do all this and remain saner. It may not seem that severe to many, but it is to me and God knows what I need and want. He’s a provider. Let me learn to trust You completely. That’s all I got. Thanks for letting me share.

I have so many ideas in my head that I don’t know where to begin. I don’t know if I want to write a book, short stories, a script, or what. I do know that I have poetry and some creative visuals in my head. Well, I think my visuals are pretty creative. It’s like something takes over me and I end up with these strange pictures. Anyway, I’m currently worried about my best friend. He’s trying to get sober, but keeps having setbacks. Last night I received a phone call, and it disturbed me because out of all the drugs to do he chose to do Fentanyl. I was pissed to say the least. Not because he had another setback, but because that’s the drug that’s taking people out left and right. So, worry set in. I already lost a best friend to overdose, and that just riled me all the way up. I wasn’t there to make sure he was ok since he’s always around somebody shady. Then he got upset that I was upset and I haven’t heard from him since. I just have to let go and let God. I’m not really in the position to be trying to save someone, but it’s still frightening given that I have a history of relapse when someone close to me dies. That’s a trigger. All I can do I hope he’s alright. Living this life in recovery is bittersweet, because even though you strive to be on the right path you develop bonds with people and at any given time we all could all of a sudden relapse and die. That’s just the nature of the beast. So, I don’t know whether to keep my guard up too much or not. I don’t want to become accustomed to people overdosing and dying around me so much that my heart turns numb. I’m one of those few corny people who loves everyone and cherishes life period. Whew, I’m glad I got that out. I’ve been worrying all day about that a$$hole. Well, at least I haven’t been romancing using. I sometimes get jealous when people relapse. I don’t know why, but I do. Nevertheless, I’ve learned to take control of my thoughts when it comes to that. Thoughts manifest into reality. Thoughts are more powerful than people think. You can create a storm in your life by just thinking. Thank God for Jesus. Thanks for letting me share.

What is that beside the sun in this visual? Is that an orb? I’m so fascinated with the supernatural, or the spiritual world. I don’t see how anyone could not believe that the physical world is birthed out of the spiritual world. Just the whole concept of “thoughts” period allows us a glimpse into the spiritual world. Then when you get a glimpse of the spiritual world with your own eyes it’s something fascinating. However, we’re taught not to believe anything. That is so weird why we’re taught not to believe anything. I tend to go against the grain. Once you tell me not to believe something I believe it, or at least I’ll look into what I’m told not to believe. Where there’s smoke there’s fire. Anyway, let me stop. Today’s been pretty good. You ever known anybody who is your friend, but you never meet any of their other friends? Then, you wonder who they are at times, because you don’t know the company they keep or they talk smack about their other friends but continue to go around them. I don’t know. I’m the same 360 degrees. Consistent. Most addicts are like what I’ve just described. Why is that? I was never like that. Then the problem comes in when I’m your friend I’m your ride or die, but when you talk smack about one of your other friends they automatically become my nemesis because I’m listening to what you say about them. THEN, when I see my friend with the other friend it confuses me, because I’m sitting here ready to RIP their face off because of all the crap you was talking about them and now you’re buddy buddy? Man, I need new friends. Or none will do. Anyway, I’m just rambling. Thanks for letting me share.