Because it is cold in my parent's house, the heat went out........I wasn't in the best of moods to really write today. Cold fingers but because of the deal I made with God, I have to put another chapter in the books. I purposely did not read the headlines today, I am simply not in the mood......I know what's going on, I watch the news at least 14 hours a day, seriously, reading, blogging, researching something. It is just that this book of acts reflects and reveals at least to me the sentiment of the detailing deeper battles for the souls of men.................for the spirits of countries.........
Metaphysical politics, if you will, the bible, the koran, the words of buddha, everything you can imagine played right here on Earth, 90 degrees.........Dallas, Texas the Home of Super Bowl 45, the ultimate test in sports as to which team will add a further notch above America's Team as of today, the Dallas Cowboys.
I have never played football in my life. But I am from here. From the day I left the hospital, Camp Wisdom and 67 is where I have called home and although I have moved to another part of town, my roots is deep, so deep that Alex Haley would take a pause.....
Let's go, Chapter 4,
Yesterday, I knew it was going to be bad weather wise. So I walked to the store, it was snow. I lived in Norman, Oklahoma for almost 7 years. I can handle the level that was out there. Walk on grass, avoid sidewalks if you can. Stop when walking in the streets and cars on either side are coming. I tell Delmar I am walking, he asks if I want him to drive, but we have no brakes....... I just respond, i'm cool because I am and leave. The neighbor's dog had the audacity to try to run up on me and it is truly by the grace of god that is was to cold to kick that dog to the other side of the street. I know dogs I know when someone sics their dog on you, I also know how to defend myself against dogs........If you want killa aka as a bad jack russel terrier mix to live, don't send him after me again......Not cool.
I go to the first store, nobody is there, but a block away from the store, it has a vantage point where I can tell if the store was closed without being that close. This dude who is walking in front of me gets into a car that is very familiar. I take note, I keep walking. The bad thing about having bad eyesight is that you can't see............
The cool thing about having bad eyesight is that usually your other senses are heightened........It's weird hard to explain, but how some excel at seeing things with their eyes from projections gathered and transmitted through optical nerves and pathways........I can feel presence, it's like energy, I can feel energy in the form of heat, I can feel people coming up on me with bad intentions..
But I digress, so this dude gets in this car that I know and goes on. I walk on. I have been stranded so much at home, gotten mad or scared and had to leave so much in that neighborhood that people are used to seeing me walk. They know if I am stopped, it is only for a moment and then I'm gone. Never drinking or smoking none of that. I hit one corner, turn on another and sure enough here is this dude again. Now, this dude is at least 8 houses behind me, but something about his intent made me turn around right then. I am on one side of the street, he is in the middle of the street.
I change sides of the streets, if you have to walk alone always remember walk on the side of the street in a neighborhood where there are more cars and doors are open. It was 21 degrees outside, but still in certain neighborhoods, THERE IS ALWAYS A DOOR OPEN. He notices because I look back and stop. I am not stupid, I know there is a list of people who want to get at me longer than America's creditors. I am not just going to give my life up.
I stand like if you want it come get it and between me yelling, and going into somebody's yard, if you are going to send me to the other side, we going with that friends fly free because you coming with me. It's not about being hard..............It's about survival. I think this administration represents an attempt to change our way of life, I have 36 years of lessons on how to survive in this system, not Jakarta's........... It would be different if I went somewhere else and tried to change their way of life, but I am home.
He falls back. I walk and turn again. I began to walk sideways like come on with it. By the time, I am about 3 houses from a major street he falls back into the neighborhood. I have my phone off, I call my mom because i need to, but she doesn't answer which is probably a blessing in disguise. I walk on down the street, carefully, a neighbor comes outside, my spanish is not the best, but if I were to quote him he exclaims "this crazy mf is walking in the middle of the street, she is almost to _________)" Not going to say the street as this is a true story.
I look back and he sees by the look on my face, Yo entiendo a little more than he thought I would, so he goes in the house. I hit the corner, it feels good outside. It's snow today, and yeah, it's ice, but it's cool. All of the sudden, a United States Postal truck, not the mail delivery kind, the kind on Poetic Justice kinds, comes down the street and makes a U-turn at like 35 mph all in the street and heads back downtown. We glance at each other to know we will never forget each other faces.....
I go the store.........moving on to this morning.
It is cold, we getting ready to go and Delmar slams the door headed outside, you know how it is when the wind picks up and the deadbolt almost falls out the door. I put that deadbolt in, I ask him about it, he says it was put in wrong. I don't argue because I know when I put it in, he and I were having problems and I wanted him out and when you dealing with a man and a relationship where domestic violence is the norm, you going to make sure the locks are working if nothing else.
I fix the locks, I don't press it, but if you know deadbolts, those screws can only be altered from the inside. We get in the car, Delmar wants to go to another barber shop where he used to work and I guess meet his friend, whatever, but it is out of the way and requires going down some pretty icy streets and we have no brakes because he never has the time to fix them and when I have the money to get them fixed he throws fits.......
I look at him like Negro please, I am not going down those streets and in my head, it clicks. I guess I was supposed to be stuck in ice all day with my lock mysteriously loosened all my stuff gone and now I am forced to deal with mother dearest or move out and someone else takes things that belong to me on paper and keep this fraud going..................
He sees it in my eyes, I see it in his. I am not scared not because I am hard...........No, because I am in God's hands, each and every moment out of the day. We head on to where I need to go because I get dropped off, he tries to take more icy exit routes, I pray and don't say a word but you can feel the tension in the truck. I will not argue with him. I am relying on the love I have shown him because that's what God did to change me. I am relying that while he is trying to decide who to remain loyal to which is neither when you play the middle, it occurs to him what he is giving up.
We make it to the right exit and because God is the butthole he is sometimes, two cars almost run us over and now he is concerned because that situation would have resulted in real bodily harm versus just being stuck in ice.
I get to my desktop, my gmail has been changed. That's cool.. I find out a I didn't get a job that I really didn't expect to get........My faith has not shaken, I am not going to be mad at those I fellowhsip with because of personnel decisions. My faith does not reside in man.
Right when I start typing, I can hear the nervousness in Delmar's voice. But in the end you all will see, it is very hard for some to see the monkey in the room when it comes to betrayl, the false loyalties we place in those who hurt us time and time again are self-induced wounds we love to bear.
That's the end of the story.
The point I wanted to make is that I understand that people are hurting, but somehow, someway, life is going to go on regardless. This is God's will. God's will. And just like the Green Bay Packers and the Pittsburgh Steelers have to do, I have to look at things for what they are and not how I want them to be. When one is walking on ice, you can't afford to skip steps...........you can't afford to not pay attention, just like all of these men are doing in practice, right now, in meetings right now.
When one is walking on snow, it is like powdery sands, it drains your legs, but after while you get stronger, don't you? It catches your feel off guard when you hit a dry patch.
I know that Egypt is hurting right now, but we have to start realizing that foreign policy these days is like walking on ice, you can't take all these loops steps and not see where you all are going. This has been brewing and in true islamic jihad form, this mess is on the day, when the stage is on America,................The Super Bowl...................and I am not having it.
It takes very mean and cruel and direct words to get Fox News to Show some Super Bowl stuff, so what's it's cold, it's better than paying that terroristic Iman air time.
It takes very sure footed steps to walk in ice and recognize that Murburak must stay for the present, there is too much chaos. It takes very sure footed steps to realize that your enemy is simply buying days and hours and you have to endure it, there is no place you can trust in man. God is the only one where your trust deserves to lay.
Today, the sun is out. Today, is the last day before we find out who will be the victor of the biggest game of the biggest sport on the biggest stage in the world...............
And trust, all of the battles ain't on the field.
We all make our own decisions..........And if one puts others before themselves when they don't, then don't complain when you sitting in a cell of many kinds...........Don't say you didn't have help when you stabbed your own self in the back.
I am honestly at a point WHERE I KNOW........WHERE I KNOW.....................WHERE I KNOW............THAT GOD IS THERE FOR ME..............NO MATTER WHAT PLAN IS PLOTTED, NO MATTER WHO IS THERE TO PULL IT OUT.
ALL I KNOW TO BE AFC/NFC DIVISIONAL CHAMPS, YOU GOTTA A SQUAD OF BROTHERS THAT PUT IT ALL OUT ON THE LINE FROM THE MOMENT THE WHISTLE BLOWS FOR THE FIRST TIME UNTIL THE WHISTLE BLOWS FOR THE LAST TIME.......
YOU GOT SQUADS OF MEN THAT NEVER GAVE UP, NEVER GAVE IN, NEVER STOP TRYING, REACHING, PUSHING, GRABBING, RUNNING, CATCHING................
YOU GOT CITIES THAT NEVER STOPPED BELIEVING, SHOWING UP, CHEERING, BOOING, GIVING EVERYTHING THEY GOT.
ALL I KNOW IS IF I TRUST GOD ENOUGH TO MY LIFE IN HANDS OF ONE WHO IS STILL DOING SOME SOUL SEARCHING ABOUT WHERE HIS LOYALITIES............
I TRUST GOD ENOUGH THAT NO MATTER WHAT THE TWO TEAMS MEANT TO BE HERE IN DALLAS TO GO PAST DALLAS ON THE TITLE LIST ARE
THE GREEN BAY PACKERS AND THE PITTSBURGH STEELERS.
THE TITLE FIGHT IN GOD'S COUNTRY........
THAT'S IT, THAT'S ALL. MONDAY MORNING, WE ARE BACK TO BUSINESS AND I WILL BE HERE.
I AM FROM DALLAS, TEXAS. I AM A HULCY HAWK, A CARTER COWBOY.
ALL I KNOW HOW TO DO IS FIGHT...............ALL I KNOW HOW TO DO IS KEEP PLAYING UNTIL THEY REMOVE ME FROM THE FIELD.
AND TOMORROW EVENING, WE GOT TWO SQUADS WHO I THINK GOT THE SAME MENTALITY I DO.
GOD BLESS BOTH ORGANIZATIONS...........FOR YOUR SAFETY ON THE FIELD AND IN THE CITY.
GOD BLESS LITTLE WAYNE, YES I SAID IT. HE GAVE GREEN BAY A LITTLE SCHWAG......BABY, GOD WORKS IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS, GIVE THAT YOUNG MAN TEN YEARS...........YOU WON'T EVEN RECOGNIZE HIM, THAT MAN HAS LESSONS IN HIM...
THE COUNTDOWN HAS BEGUN AND I AM OFFICIALLY OFF DUTY. NO POLITICAL READS FOR THE NEXT TWO DAYS......
don't think I don't know it's black history month, from the invention of the traffic light by a Black American man to Benjamin Bannekar who designed the basis of the modern US american city layout through devising DC's city plans............from seeing every ms. thang doing her pretty millionaire rock through CJ Walker, through seeing michelle manilupate through black woman politics on levels unseen on the backs of Shirley Chisolm. Our contributions are present each and every day.
Green and Yellow, Go Pack Go!
class dismissed..............BE SAFE AND BE CAREFUL!