Do distractions do more harm than help? In the spiritual sense, anchors are people, places, possibilities, or conscious choices chaining someone to something specifically selected as a spirit strengthener or substantial source of strength. For instance, for family-oriented folks, traditions are anchors, not only because they’re closely connected to folks’ families, but because they hold people to dependents, deliberate decisions, disappointments, particular promises, and other really regrettable responsibilities. Right? If ships anchor at borders during battle to block “brave” battlers from beating their “brave” battlers, what is family-oriented folks fighting when anchoring themselves to their time-honored traditions? Well, obviously, they’re frequently fighting each other, but what else? They’re fighting change! Why in this war-ridden, wildly wicked, wasteful, worsening world would anyone want to do what everybody else expects of everybody when everybody’s stupid? Among nonsensical niggas who thrive on gang-related goofiness, it’s a time-honored tradition to represent whatever warful gang is automatically associated with said niggas’ neighborhood. Rappers regularly, repetitively lose loved ones to relentless retardation, yet they think that staying stuck on stupid shows fidelity to and faith in a cause that the care-crippling, concern-cauterizing culture convinces them is proper, praise-worthy, and promising. So, you consciously choose to anchor yourselves to agony, anguish, anger, animosity, antagonism, aversion, and ceaseless conflict and chaos, but “life’s a bitch” because of it? How the fuck how, niggas? But whatever. This worrying world wouldn’t get far without real men, would it, Melyssa Ford? Mel, what if love ain’t about anchoring yourself to someone seemingly special, or tethering thoughts to the thing that holds you to hope, and it’s more about completing the connection to your soul’s source of energy? Oh, this could get deafeningly deep, Mel, and that isn’t inuendo. Would you like for me to read your mind, Mel? How many heroes have you had in your life, ma’am? And by that, I mean what cartoon characters, fictional females, or real-life representations of perfection pulled you toward their influence? Personally, if fiction-focused, l’d confidently conclude that it was probably “Betty Boop,” Marilyn Monroe, and “Jessica Rabbit” is a given. That sounds about right, right? I can tell y’all exactly why wise women wet themselves when wisdom-wearing warriors, like me, “apply pressure to pussies.” Mel, if you’re attracted to intelligence, intensity, individuality, and other commendable characteristics that I naturally carry, it’s because you’re not a stupid-ass bitch, respectfully. Remember, smart people simplify complicated things and stupid people complicate simple things. However, then there’s the deafeningly deep part, which can come across as complicated to constantly confused chicks. Mel, if “Betty Boop” and Marilyn Monroe-like models made you yearn for soul-snatching sex appeal, the somewhat superpower to command complete concentration on you everywhere, effortlessly, was it only because you craved continuous cheek-clapping sessions with random rappers and rich guys? No, that’s a clear cockamamie conception of conscious oppressive objectification, isn’t it? Personally, I’d confidently conclude that you saw the goddess is gals with the somewhat superpower to manipulate men’s minds with only an attractive appearance. And in a world where everybody’s stupid, you decided to dumb down to match men where the care-crippling, concern-cauterizing culture of misogyny carried them. Then, maybe, just maybe, one day, some super savior with commendable characteristics could come to you, after all that fun fucking famous fellows to feel full of life, and set you free. By the way, who doesn’t want to fuck famous folks, folks? Mel, you did a thing and lived a dream. But personally, I’d confidently conclude that it wasn’t your dream. Feel free to allusively attack and subliminally slight me if I’m wrong, miss. I don’t want anything from you, Mel. This ain’t about that. This is about dreams! And personally, “Bruce Banner,” “Lex Luther,” “Peter Parker,” “Bruce Wayne,” and “Clark Kent,” really resonated with me as a kid. Do you believe in astrology and all that jazz, Mel? What if your soul’s source of energy could speak to you, Mel? And what if said source somehow assured you that the dream of being a savagely sexy, seductive soul-snatcher was yours as long as you followed your “intuition?” Mel, what if my soul’s source of energy is sending steady strong signals also assuring me that my dream of being a “genius” groundbreaker is mine as long as I stay true to the track I chose to tread? And soon…
Omniscience