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Amuri… August 20, 2010

So Gha feels I need to make a RSS feed to the blog I barely update for the Status updates. I’m going to try it. Let’s see how it goes…

Day 1 Part 1 “Clash of the Titans” August 20, 2010

After surviving the fever. BTW I fell asleep warming water for the tea…IN THE MICROWAVE. I got up ready to start the cleanse. So I start with the Salt Water Flush. My first mistake: Doing this. Second mistake: Taking other’s experiences as gospel. Third mistake: Doing it anyway. Now having a day off was a good idea. I don’t think I would have survived at work. So I drank the equivalent of a liter of the Atlantic Ocean without the fun and waves. Immediately I felt awful. Now…it could have been the fact that not only did I drink a body of water, but I also decided it was the proper time to clean the kitchen. What the hell was I thinking? Well rather than self, I cursed out a friend…not actually to him but to him via the air in my house.

Apparently my body missed being 8 months pregnant and decided it was time to look like it. My stomach became bloated and hard. After 2 hrs that of misery without movement, I called my homie Todd to get his first hand account. You know what he says…”Why did you do that?” Whatthehamsammich? Now, ChildOnsetAlzheimers, COA for short, could be the culprit in my forgetting an entire conversation on why he didn’t do the SWF, but I’m still skeptical that said convo took place. OR maybe it’s just “female hates to ever be wrong” pride. Anywho, it was too late to go back because after I apologized for non-verbally cursing him out, Poseidon felt it was time to release the Kracken! Well in my case it’s the CRACK-IN.

No need for details, you can get the picture. Anyway, it’s been an hour and I’m not done, just taking a break. Overall, I think the SWF is a good thing if you want to do a one day detox. But remember, that one day may turn out to be ALL DAY and it’s the only thing you may be able to do.

Time Apart August 19, 2010

The blog and I spent some time apart. It happens though. Life moves or doesn’t, and either way, blogging is usually the last thing to be on my mind. I forgot how cathartic it is to release what’s going on. The mind holds onto too many loads of crap. Which is why the body will be the first obey via master cleanse. This is going to be quite the undertaking. Not because I love to eat, but I hate having to be without. Psychological warfare is what I call it. You never want something until the day you’re told you can have it. So I’m taking tomorrow off because I hear the salt water flush is crucial. That’s not something I want to go through in the office or while on the road. Could you imagine?

April 23, 2010

My Cousin, My Brother, My Friend

A Poem for James…

I’ve loved you my whole life, so it’s hard to let go

Even now, writing these words, the tears freely flow

Can’t sleep at night, mind full of thoughts, grief and sorrow

Wishing God would bring you back, from my life span He could borrow

Every day came as a sweet comfort knowing you were always there

Reminding me that Friday’s weren’t about work but set aside for Jumah Prayer

Who knew the day would come so soon when we wouldn’t breathe the same air

Wish I had a warning, a word, a sign, so my heart could prepare.

As you walk the path with Angels towards God’s divine light

Adding another soul to His body making it shine ever bright

Not just my big cousin I would see, caught the true glimpse through God’s sight

Protector was your role; my brother is the title that fits just right.

There’s a hole in my heart, that piece carried on the journey with you

Just like the talks we’ve had before, I’ll end this poetic conversation

As-Salaam Alaikum, I love you too.

- Amuri

Brand New Bag April 9, 2010

Not the kind papa had on the James Brown Song though. So now my new knowledge interest is Gnosticism (did I spell that correctly?). What is it you ask? I do too so here’s the merriam webster definition:
: the thought and practice especially of various cults of late pre-Christian and early Christian centuries distinguished by the conviction that matter is evil and that emancipation comes through gnosis

Still confused? Me too…or at least I was until I dug a bit deeper. It focuses on your true origin, your true nature and returning to that essence. You can reach for that higher reality and the path to that is held within. It reminds me of Jesus in the Gospel of Luke when he was sitting at dinner with the Pharasees and Lawyers. The pharasees was somewhat taken aback by Jesus sitting down to eat without washing his hands first. I can’t lie. I would give a side ways look as well. Jesus said to the man (according to King James Luke Chapter 11) “And the Lord said unto him, Now do ye Pharisees make clean the outside of the cup and the platter; but your inward part is full of ravening and wickedness.Ye fools, did not he, that made that which is without, make that which is within also?” Basically, where is the focus on what’s happening with the spirit. Our churches, mosques, homes, cars and sometimes bodies are so beatifully built and well kept, but the inside is rotting or rotten to the core.

This lost knowledge of self can seep through via “psychic” activity. Could this be the link that brings some type of meaning and direction to my dreams? We shall see.

Ignored You April 9, 2010

I have greatly ignored and abandoned my poor blog site. It’s not like I do not have a plethera (spelling) of information to put to pad, but actually typing them out has fallen short. Don’t want this to be a complain or dark blog with alot of introspection turned into a movie about depression. That’s not what I’m about. I do have happy thoughts too !

With an entire side of my family being gone, things have been at a loss. I knew the day would come, just never wanted it to be. Who does? *looking for a show of hands* So now the work begins of maintaining their legacy and creating new family memories with those of us left. Too bad not everyone is in agreement. It would be nice to have a dinner or something with all of us, however some is better than none. Durham, NC has a new Daniels Family on some old land.

Still twitching to get to DC. Scared of the end of the days though. Every movie, every prohecy, every sign points to something big and terrible happening there. Thanks, but no thanks. That doesn’t stop the desire to move Maybe it’s the danger that attracts me. Staying in ATL long term is not in the cards. I know that with a great deal of certainty. A talk with the ex revealed the concept of a soul city. Not a city with collard greens and sweaty blues clubs, but one that matches your spiritual essence. It’s like love at first sight, but for a place. This is my anti-soul city. It’s more like the antimatter that causes a big explosion…of course the not controlled cool movie version that affects no one in real life.

It’s not Razor Bumps. December 2, 2009

Yesterday was World’s Aids Day. All of the radio talk shows had that as their subject of discussion. So I wasn’t suprised by the talk of being honest with your partner, watch out for DL partners, protecting yourself. You know, all of the general things. Well…I was caught off guard with this little line on the Rickey Smiley Morning Show…”Armpit Herpes.”

*THUD*

YES! Apparently young kids are having armpit sex rather than intercourse. The girls are allowing these young boys to rub their genitals in the armpit. WOW! When a young girl first learns to shave, they more than likey nick the skin and cause a small opening. Those openings are then infected with the herpes virus and well…

So I had a talk with the kids about this new fad. Wanted to make sure they knew they could come to me about sex and I may not agree, however, I will make sure they are knowledgable and protected. Now I need to invent the pitcondom.

Countdown to 2010 “Peace Be Unto You” November 30, 2009

So I was listening to Michael Basden today. The portion I heard was regarding not taking baggage from ’09 into the new year. So, I have 31 days to discard the garbage and take it to the dump for incineration. It’s often said, “what you do on New Years is what you will be doing for the rest of the year.” I was asleep before midnight on New Year’s Eve. Guess what, there are more days than not that I’m asleep before midnight now. HA! So this year what’s the plan? What’s the weight? Who’s the extra that needs to go away?

Actually 2009 was filled with some lows, however the highs outweigh them. I could complain about the 10% cut in pay, but the remaining 90% makes way for good thoughts. There were many that lost their jobs completely. My children and I, well, we made it through. We are still the same strong crazy family that we have always been, however we are closer than we’ve ever been. We even saw the first Black President Innaugurated.

These last days of 2010 will be the beginning to the road of peace. That’s what I really want, A life of peace

Hard Up October 29, 2009

Be careful what you ask for
So when I asked for my heart to be hardened, who knew it was going to be answered so fast. I don’t hate or see with disdain. I’m just coming to the point where I don’t care anymore. The crazy thing is, I’m not even trying to care.

Going through the same thing over and over is dumb.as.hell. I have no incentive to give a damn. Nor is anyone giving me a reason to attempt. So, you get what you ask for as well as get what you want.