Though the angel number 666 is associated with sin and sinister things, in the spiritual realm, it’s symbolic of situating oneself in balance, showing love to one’s loved ones, setting oneself free of negativity, shining light on one’s higher purpose, and more. When I think of triple sixes, I envision the “mark of the beast,” dark Memphis hip hop, and motels for some reason. What is it about religion that reels you in? I’m a firm believer in the belief that everybody should believe in something believable. But how credible are the credits of Christ? Pastors and priests often preach and profess piousness and prayerfulness, but they are known to privately participate in problematic peccancies. Honestly, it’s difficult for me to have faith in the human race. If God’s “chosen” can choose to consider themselves his choice, what’s even real about religion? Unfortunately, facts can be fabricated as fast as fiction. It’s a fact—meaning it can be proven true—that folks follow what they feel are the “Father’s” fiats. And it’s also a fact that the Father’s followers forget that said fiats can be fabricated by fools forcing their feelings onto the foolish. I know it’s sometimes difficult to differentiate yourself in a society where some see strength in demurring. But building the strength to demur in defense of being demurred, no matter how long it takes, is definitely defensible. What makes someone strong from your perspective? Is it looking everyone in the eyes when socializing? Having a firm handshake? Being uncompromising when negotiating? Arguing instead of avoiding confrontation? In my opinion, strength is shown in one standing sturdily on their stances without starting shit or startling someone. Confrontational people are commonly overcompensating for their fear of lacking control. Where rational and reasonable people realize that restraining their rage is a respectable way to regulate a rough situation, irrational and unreasonable people view restraint as the relinquishing of their self-respect. If that doesn’t make sense, it’s because irrationality isn’t rational or reasonable—it’s simply stupid. As for social standards, peculiar people are never pressed to impress others, so making a good impression isn’t always important to them. In transactional interactions, smooth, steady, and stress-free are satisfactory for the state of affairs, right? If being nice isn’t enough, you’re needy, and ain’t nobody got time for that—respectfully. Every now and then, I must ask, when was the last time somebody hurt your feelings? Better yet, asking for the umpteenth time, when was the last time you hurt someone’s feelings? Whether intentional or inadvertent, invalidating an innocent’s feelings is inconsiderate, and can be intolerable. But when someone is rude or ridiculous, responding with reciprocation is respectable, at least to me. We’re responsible for the way we’re received. And when reality rears its head, remember that you’re responsible for the result of your responses to it, so reap what you’ve sowed with rightful responsibility! There are telltale tips that verify when therapy is ineffective, but I digress. Do you know that old saying, “never underestimate the power of one person?” Much like God’s chosen choosing to take charge and answer to their calling, I’m claiming the impressive power of that “one” person—whom which underestimating is irresponsible. Don’t y’all despise the dumb decision to do me dirty? What did you goofies gather you’d gain for going against a spiritual gangster? Do you know how I know y’all are stupid? It’s because you think you’re good for ganging up on a “golden child!” When those two basic-ass, bald-headed buffoons couldn’t beat me, y’all should’ve just backed down. But now, there’s nothing but witnesses and weak links, “womp womp.” I wish I would wrack my brain wondering if I should worry about wrecking the wicked wusses who’ve wronged me. It’s not that I want to be a victim, but from my view, I’ve been violated. And that’s not nice, so my necessity for meed isn’t needy.
Like many, the movie “The Matrix” has made me muse. And appreciating that anyone could be an “agent” amplifies my cynicism. At this point, I don’t trust a motherfuckin’ soul! I’ve learned a lot from having my civil and constitutional rights infringed upon. I’ll reveal some of my revelations after I’m revitalized and reloaded. But what would you do if you were a “targeted individual?” Indisputably, this shit should be illegal! Essentially, the regular, run-of-the-mill metaphorical robot who became Neo was targeted due to his dormant potential. In our reality, which would be the so-called “Matrix,” agents are stalking, sneaking, preying, prowling professional weirdos who are trained and tasked to terrorize their targets. But the fucked-up part is, they delegate—or technically deputize—casual citizens that you may intersect or interact with on a regular basis to spy on and fuck with you. In the movie, that delegation or deputizing is displayed in random people being converted to—or transforming into—agents as targets pass them. Y’all, this shit ain’t funny and it ain’t fun! Anyhoo, I’m forewarning everyone who was imparted an alliteration nickname that you will be shouted out by name in the next post. Sorry, not sorry. How do you cope with stress? Meditation is a must for me, and silence and solitude are surely mandatory. Recently, I’ve been eating comfort foods—something that I’d sworn off for years—but I do so in moderation. Still, I exercise regularly, which is also therapeutic. Nevertheless, seriously, I sense that I could snap at any moment. Maybe I shouldn’t be saying this, but what’s authenticity without honesty? In “The Matrix,” Neo had to die before he ascended. I’m starting to recognize that resilience can make one refractory. I’m probably the most persistent person y’all will ever play with. I will lose until the end of my life, if that’s what it takes for me to feel fulfilled. And you don’t have to understand me, but you better fuckin’ believe me! I know what you’re thinking, “this guy isn’t serious,” and “say less and do more.” Man… suck my dick! Everybody’s got some nigga in them, regardless of their race, religion, region, or way of regarding things. To whom it may concern, do you want to know why all those people are claiming that I’ve “changed?” It’s because they’ve rarely seen me act aggressively, approach with anger, or even converse with curse words. But why would they?! I have dignity and decorum. I’ve tried my best to set a better example, and to be the opposite of my oftentimes antagonistic aunt, her sickening siblings, my grumpy grandmother, and the rest of my rude relatives. Delusional, dirty, deceitful, dysfunctional, disrespectful, disloyal, and displeasing aren’t and will never be of my default disposition! But please don’t get it fucked up, because that’s stupid. It’s stupid to believe that someone who is a good enough person to refrain from turning up on their own ridiculous relatives will refuse to rip a random rival’s reality to shreds! Moving on, do you believe in prophecies? Plenty of people perceive me as a prophet. And I’ll proudly portray that part. Somebody must at least try to make a change in a major way, why not me? You can answer that question anyway you want, but my pursuit of productivity and prosperity will persist. The time is currently 11:11pm, and I seem to catch those sequential numbers on the clock quite often. How frequently do you feel like freaky forces are fooling around in your life? To disconnect from the “Matrix” is to free your mind of limitations—be open to unbelievable possibilities. The old saying “if you believe, you can achieve” is derivative of a verse from the Bible that states, “if you believe, it will happen.” What do you believe the worst part of my wrath will be? Think about it, deeply. Peace.