Call Failure

Take it back to the flip days, typing messages on T9 and counting call minutes until 9pm. That’s because nights and weekends were free, and so is this text here. I’m trying to kill a byte or two, do you remember how fast 56k modems were? Or how quickly it evolved into routing high-speed data through a household full of devices? Things sped up a bit since the 90’s and this could be a moral fiber-optic solution. We can make waves through this very bandwidth by avoiding the current tide of overstimulating, routine programming, and ignoring any detractors of the truth. What is all that content and data doing to you?

Information overload, it’s why you stopped reading. How’s that attention span? 2 seconds in and you’re over it, this is moving too slow; already rolling eyes and moving on to the next thing.

Focus for a second. There’s just too much imagery, and the traps of comparison and expectation with others can ruin that esteem. Don’t take it personal – this thing in your hand is as much genius as it is trash, and although it brings convenience to your lifestyle, it saturates an entire population’s excessive desires over needs. Another app upgrade and too many accessories, programming eyes before and after sleep. Writing too deep, I’m a hypocrite and use it too much at times as well. Streaming content for your screaming dopamines, it’s also why you stopped opening up to people, and consistently retreat to this screen. Constant bland conversations, low vibrations, a lot of small talking with the same souls hiding healing hearts. Step a foot in, we have real responsibility in commitment to one another. Nope, easy peasy – no strings, we rather keep it moving.

The whole world is attached, interconnected on 4G, but disconnected walking down the street. We bump heads because I am you, and you’re me. Stop feeding into the division and flipping the “we” into “whatever.” There’s no need to beat up on yourself or others for trying to find their best version of “me”.

Straight up, we have been a part of a social experiment. The literal control is your brain sampling eyes over time.

Be mindful of the environment that exposes you to certain information and beliefs. Where are you getting updates from? Websites, news, or sponsored social media memes? One can argue to adapt to the times, but I can ask you to look at the statistics. Specifically, check depression rates and narcissism for millennial-y and generation-z, literally kicking up while social media boomed onto handheld devices. I’m not going to do it all for you. Ask jeeves, I mean google, and watch how quickly ads in other apps adjust accordingly.

How can we be assured the information we receive is good, unbiased, or even true. Just like various substances, and unfortunately some people, even technology is abused behind the screens. The algorithms are out of my grade, but it’s like a war over information control. What are wiki-leaks? Controlling all the data sounds like a monopolized threat to freedom and privacy for all if I’m speaking honestly. And there you are, still fighting to be correct or above the next, because it seems satisfaction lingers in that entitlement, but it’s ever-elusive and still slightly out of reach.

We should be happy with how we have it, and accept each other’s individual being.

It’s okay to want more, for yourself, others, and anyone that could use a hand. Just do it without attacking rights and speech that were constitutionally written as god-given and free.

People are slowly shifting to the direction of their gut instincts. Awakening, and seeing what this world actually needs.

Love.

One nation, under God, valuing life and not things. With people in power pushing for a better future, opportunities for all, and freedom from any greedy, malicious powers pulling strings.

Someone has to call out these big tech companies for censoring voices and information, programming addiction, and eating up our data while selling it to third parties who in turn, sell us more products, services, and ideas we don’t need.

Am I right or wrong? I do know for sure though, this was your privilege to read.

We’ll See

Sometimes things don’t go as planned. Emotionally, you can lose people. The distance is natural, and forgiveness is a process; it’s time for people to let go of some things.

“Nobody talks truth!” is what my grandfather said. At least I try to write it.

Your overreactions stem from a lack in understanding, let me explain something to you.

I try to remain grateful, embracing acceptance by limiting comparison and outward expectations; I want you to feel better, every step of the way.

That’s why I made this with her. Live and let live, with love. It feels like home.

It’s written in words here, yet still misunderstood. Everyone has a mountain to climb, so just be a source of love.

Like the old saying about God and the young, he only takes the good; teaching us to accept our losses and keep a positive heart. Forgive, always.

But sometimes a heart can be too big, and a love so heavy is easier to lose than maintain. Missing you as I write this too, it’s an energy thing. But never forget, open your eyes to what goes on inside to see…

We attract all that we deserve starting with our thoughts, leading to words, behavior, and ultimately all that we give in our actions. Hate can run its course too long and in too many forms, tell me this is not the truth.

A good few, we don’t confuse. Love is everything, and unfortunately, not in everyone.

For real, are we good?

Guilty in this

Photocredit: @aconsciousrethink

It’s one big show, and if you listen close, you can hear them talking behind the curtains. Come out and take a bow, it doesn’t make any sense. We all bit the apple, and our society has become a walled garden with starving roots. It takes time and some love to identify and remove the contaminants of our truth.


Hey you…Yeah, you! Wake up! It’s time to go to work, you have bills to pay and people to keep. If you haven’t already, stop believing what you see on TV or on social media platforms today. I mean, seriously wake up! There are millennial-z still scrolling in a studio, with kids out of college and grown adults embarrassed to live in their parent’s house, and it’s nonsense. The world is pushing upwards of 8 billion heads, with a rough half struggling to fill up a plate or stand on their own feet. Fewer families eat at the table together today, so forgive me in advance. I’m digging deeper into pains to plant these seeds for our world again.

A few of us are still trying to make it big, I see. It’s okay to need each other. Uncle Sam still collects, tracking moves in all our gigs, neither data nor dollars will ever define us. How do you treat others? Rare artifacts are like the truth; hard to find in history and lucky if given by those next to you. You climb the ladder and meet a few cold souls that don’t even acknowledge that they’re lost at times too. We all fall, but always get up, I know this goes damn well for everyone.

Words are cheap, and only cost us time, I’m tired of us giving up our “right now.” Instead of blaming the world for each problem we continue to lose to, we can spark the action out of our spin cycles. There’s this woman that showed me something, and everything started to change. Follow a passion, even it doesn’t make a buck, a commitment to Love is better – so make time for it. Don’t tie emotions into every aspect of life, keep your head up and understand, our intuition is a voice that comes from an innate connection to the energy around us. And sometimes within us – Give love always.

Take notice of the distractions and detractors in these pursuits.

A gift is in every day, so embrace what you choose. You’re blessed to wake up safe, with God’s grace in good health and walk free; be grateful for everything.

Look at our countries and look closely at all who lead. Human nature and greed have led this world to a rumbling state.

I’ll speak on our’s.

Why do we hustle until dawn to race through a commute and force a meal down every day? For every day off or vacation, New Yorkers can’t wait for the next escape. What is the true cost of living? Sit back and breath a second – figure this thing out!

The greatest form of love is in being you; take care of the self first, then remove it. The more we each understand ourselves and those in our circle, the more we attract the universe that is deserved. Hopefully we’re lucky with the time to navigate through the blurs and gather facts – there are blessings in wins and losses. Going back years, civilization met a point where decision-makers turned humanity against the wave of good. Self-interests propagated greed, and this eventually bred hate, and it slowly spread to the rest of us through the ages. If technology has brought us infinite information, and wealth brings financial freedom, what good does it serve if small groups with big pockets are in control of it or you’re too busy to even care?

The love for power or the power of love – what weighs heavier in you?

As far as I can see, humanity is collectively lost, and it’s rare we talk about it. Programmed to tap hearts on shared posts, yet we’re reluctant to share hearts tapping into chaos of minds in our presence. Drive out any hate that lies within, we are dying for truth. Sometimes people are products of their environments and generations, there is no exact point to blame. Less becomes more in a drifting society where communication lines of trust are sacrificed by problems we face alone today. Some of us know that we are all deeply connected way beyond the highlights viewed on the screen or feelings shared in presence. We can never be strangers as our true culture only thrives on unity and acceptance of all.

The world may be divided by the borders of nations, but it seems humanity calls for healing, true freedom, and security through our great one. These pains have built within, but also crash from out, the poles shifted just a bit. Check the axes, take note of what actually occurred on the compass. You’re still not following, the Earth’s true magnetic north recently moved a slightly different direction. This is serious stuff, but what’s lost can still be found with some change. If you’re not living with love, let’s start guiding each other today.

Put your hands together, look in the mirror or a little further beneath the surface for your truth. Light up and share love – that’s the way.

The truth is in love is in you, yet, you still might not share it. It’s okay, this is unconditional.

Lost ones found

Some people don’t even get the chance to say “goodbye”. Life goes on until our number is called and that’s all we know. That moment you realize death changes one thing only. It signifies the end of a soul’s presence in it’s physical being. That soul’s love and energy continue on in a different form, in and around us all, always. We choose to believe it in order to feel it, it’s called Faith.

For those not so in tune with their spirituality, you might think that idea is farfetched, and death signifies the absolute end. Physics’ 3 Laws of Energy; Conservation of Energy states that “energy cannot be created nor destroyed, rather, it transforms from one form to another.”

Okay, but energy is referred to in those laws scientifically, as in mechanical, electrical, thermal, nuclear, etc.. I get it, the spiritual energy discussion might never be proven, but unless your religious or personal belief system is fundamentally different, disbelieving is essentially a pessimistic approach. We all have energy and vibrations, and they need to transfer or transform. Not believing in a higher afterlife existence in a world where there was a 1 in a quintillion chance of your own Earthly existence sounds like negligence.

Why do we dream or feel a lost one’s presence at times? Why have I heard countless people say it “felt like they were still with us”? Their souls, their love and energy have to keep going. As soon as we allow ourselves to welcome this idea and their energy, we can start to heal from the pain of our physical loss, and we can continue to share the love we always have, just in a different way. I’m telling you, there are higher beings at play.

IN GOD WE TRUST

Don’t we?

I was roughly 18 years old when I was first finding a true sense of my spiritual awareness. We had recently lost my grandfather and we decided to also visit the gravesite of my brother at a cemetery in the Bronx. Little known, he was the second-born, but passed away in his infancy. I didn’t recall visiting in my teens so it was a big moment for me as the youngest. I have always been tight with my siblings, and was curious about the role he plays in my life, and in our lives. I thought of times I slipped away from danger or an accident with ease. Is he out there? Does he watch us at all? Could he be my guardian angel?

I’m thinking this as we were all driving back to Pelham Parkway. You may have heard of it. My extended family was all gathering at my grandparents’ apartment. We park the car and I step out of the rear-left door, and on the floor I find a little black ball. Let me remind you, I was a young adult trying to wrap my head around these family losses, and essentially in the dark when it came to faith. I step out of the car and by my foot, I find a black toy ball with on one side, two big eyes painted on, wide open. It was either a coincidence or a sign, brother above was watching me all the way. Let me hold that thought, we never could be too sure.

I am sure he’s smiling now as I write this, right there watching down with my Dad, proud I hope. I’m on the couch across the living room from my Mother and she’s sleeping, TV still on – “Modern Family”. Go figure.

Flashback again, this time a few years ago, 26 years old.

Now I was about to be the man of the house, there was only a day or two left with my Dad still physically here. Writing was on the wall, yet I wasn’t ready to deal with fate. I needed to quit thinking of ways to miraculously save him, and start on acceptance. Seriously, my Dad was soon to have his last rites read and there I was, delusional, driving all the way to Port Chester, New York trying to find this magic cancer-curing fruit juice from South America. I kid you not, I think it was called “guanabana”. Taste great actually, but it served no purpose. I guess when it comes to these kinds of things it always feels a little too late, we try anything to compensate.

Anyway, it was time to let go, mentally prepare, and let him drift away into the next life, if you will. So one morning I head out to my car for a coffee run. I parked at a CVS overnight across the street from the hospital. I open the driver-side door on my Acura and there they were planted on the side mirror. “Objects in Mirror are Closer Than They Appear” sent from the other side. Stunned, 2 eyes, again. Similar to eyes you’d find on a stuffed animal, these eyes were affixed to my side mirror, large and perfectly centered. In my darkest times on this Earth, another sign of eyes came back to stare right into my soul. Guardian angels are watching all the time, this time I’m sure. The message; this pain is here, yes, but it’s all meant to be. Trust God.

I pray for strength in those who don’t get that extra gift we were blessed with. Extra time with a lost loved one. We were given two extra weeks with my Dad to wish our farewells. In that time I received the most powerful love in family and sympathy, signs that faith prevails, and signs that it is all written. It’s written right here.

Remove ourselves from the equation, our personal desires to see, touch, or hear them one last time, and just feel the love. It is all we need. It stands the test of time and transforms through death. Be sure to carry it with you, in your heart, and through after your last breath. We’re all walking together, yesterday, now, and forever.

Only the good go young. Every time it has happened it has pushed me closer to becoming more of myself, closer to my dreams.  Every time it has happened it has pushed me closer to the people I belong with. Every time it has happened it has made me appreciate life so much more. A smile, a laugh, a child, a cry; Life is so damn full, unfortunately maybe sometimes He has to take one to remind us of it. Remind us to love and appreciate, it’s what brings out our truth.

If I’m talking to you, it’s meant to be. I could see your eyes now, that love is true. Lost and found, and I’m glad I found you.