Admittedly, my “divine feminine” energy is dominant. And as a male, I’m comfortable stating that because I am confident in my manhood. In the sense of spirituality, divine feminine energy is associated with immense intuition, stark sensitivity, clear compassion, effortless empathy, and a natural knack for nurturing, among other things. You’re not unfamiliar with this concept, as it’s what people regularly refer to as one’s “sensitive side” or “feminine side.” I believe that it would be beyond beneficial for bitch-ass niggas… I mean macho men to tap into their softer side. As I’ve mentioned, I haven’t had many role models in my life. And as an adult, all I’ve wanted is to master myself. In my opinion, many mental health issues are rooted in the nonsensical notion that normality is nonnegotiable. Many mega masculine men have meager mentalities that make them misrepresent true masculinity. I hope that my passion and persistence in protecting my peace isn’t perceived as pusillanimity. I promise, putting punk-ass pansies in their place isn’t why I started this blog. Y’all, I’m for sure being fucked with! But a bunch of you all aren’t brainless, so I know that you know. Anyhoo, brashness, belligerence, and bravado are the basis of boyish behavior among basic men. And not so ironically, the less self-control, confidence, and intelligence that a man has, the more effeminate—expressively emotional and overreacting—he is. So, bitch-ass niggas, as opposed to being a bitch, you might as well just exude more divine feminine energy by default. Moving on, congratulations to Kendrick Lamar for all his GRAMMY wins for the devastating Drake diss “Not Like Us,” a song that I was subliminally shouted out and shot at in. Y’all don’t believe me, huh? Moving on further, when was the last time you cried or wanted to cry? Stuff that some see as sucky and sorrowful is the same old same old for experienced people. Yet, sadness is the inevitable and expected emotion while experiencing loss, lack, letdown, and more. The last time I cried while grieving a loss, I was reminiscing about my late sister. Unfortunately, I don’t remember the last time I cried tears of joy. When a man refers to crying as “shedding tears,” not only is he full of shit for insinuating that his emotions derive from a stronger place than others, but he’s additionally suggesting that emotionality in general isn’t manly. Like I always say, raging and rampaging are reactions to emotional stimulus. We all know what happens when one pushes the “red button,” right? If you liken your emotions to a “red button” that guarantees great consequences through self-destruction when pushed, and if it’s easy for everyone to access and push that proverbial “world annihilation” trigger, it’s because your emotions aren’t well protected. Would you like to know how to fortify your feelings? Well, you’re going to have to pay for that. I guess I’ll write a short e-book when the Feds stop hacking all my devices. Your duplicity and deceit is disrespectful! Turning away triggering people and taking time to yourself are terrific ways to tame troubling emotions. Being selfish with your energy and personal space, ignoring and eliminating bad influences, and learning how to say “no” without ill intent or remorse are also helpful in hindering headaches and hotheaded moments. For me, serenity is strongest in solitude, and I believe that the strongest people can succeed solo without sorrow. Sure, “two heads are better than one,” but that’s mostly for fellatio. All jokes aside, how important do you think support systems are? Without a doubt, in the grand scheme of things, so-called one-man armies are equivalent to box fans compared to the hurricane-force winds that a synchronized, solidified squadron can produce. Nonetheless, some of you know there are exceptions to that analogy. Still, strong, staunch, stable support systems are the spine of society. Still again, everybody ain’t got one, so be your own fucking army whenever necessary.
Government and law enforcement “gang-stalking” generally goes down when a dissenter disseminates dialogue that’s deemed destructive to the oppressive and repressive conditions that discourage or disallow the subversion of political or particularly potent power. I am what many call a “targeted individual” because my influence has been labeled a threat to the status quo, at a minimum. Think about it like this, if I can’t be controlled, brainwashed, or manipulated, and I’m so inspirational that people tend to emulate me or evolve to a level where they too eschew external influence, my ascension and preeminence could make freedom and autonomy things that can’t be dictated or regulated. I’m not a terrorist, I’m a truth-teller, but even separately, the two can be totally terrifying. Would y’all like to know a few things that you-know-who have been doing in attempts to trigger me? So, back on Halloween of last year, some astoundingly annoying asshole named “Leon Walker” from Wellford, South Carolina, by way of Boiling Springs, came to check out the Honda Accord that I’d listed for sale on Facebook Marketplace. Not only did the nagging nigga nitpick at nearly every nook and cranny of the car, but he insulted me incessantly, and didn’t buy diddly. Before that, while selling different vehicles, there was “Abel Martinez,” “David H. Jimenez,” and “Dewayne Kim Smitherman,” but their buying experiences weren’t unpleasant. Those are just a few names of people who I believe were possibly hired or given investigative delegation to purchase items from me via Marketplace. Anyone who knows me is absolutely aware that I never drive the same car for too long. Subsequently, I’ve bought and sold far more cars than the average person. And that means I am an experienced seller, even if some of my cars are raggedy. So, when I recently had an innumerable amount of inquirers, many from the Carolinas, contact me with the exact same request—to come casually test drive my car without confirming that they had the cash—I knew something was fishy. For instance, in the middle of December, there was “Nia Morgan” and her dad “Keith Morgan,” who came to check out the Accord one night, then wanted to test drive the car again a couple days later, next to stating that they’d buy the car a few days following the second test drive, but I shut that shit down. I won’t mention the significance of the red flannel shirt I was wearing that night. How easy do you think it would be to drive you crazy? Boy oh boy are these hack-ass haters having a hard time hurting my feelings and hindering my happiness to get me hanging my head. Pretenders are pushing to paint false narratives pertaining to me and my personal life, so please take whatever you learn from everyone but me as it pertains to me as sheer hearsay. While I was emerging from the emergency room waiting area last week, a weird woman with a child was lingering behind me, and she seemed to be maneuvering as if she knew me or was accompanying me. Ain’t it funny how the government, investigators, and law enforcement stalk, harass, and operate in intrusive and invasive manners—all things that everyone deems weird and wrong—but for whatever reason they don’t think they’re weird or wrong because they’re being paid to do it? Like, get the fuck out of here! I bet y’all thought I would quit a long time ago, right? Nah! Occasionally, gang-stalking is done to deter what dumb detectives determine as “destined” disgraces—imminent illegalities. I guess the tracking, tracing, tailing tyrannical tattletales think they’re in the movie “Minority Report.” Other times, they do it to indoctrinate people with suicidal ideations, mentally tormenting those who preach prosperity and strive to spread steps to self-reliance, hoping to silently eliminate ominous opposition that have yet to reach their full potential. What’s next?! Peace.