i
have been up for at least eighteen minutes, clearly waking at the power
hour. it now being 4:18/ and the hardest thing for me is to allow the
brain matter to catch me awake, it seizes upon me and floods my waves,
so sleep flees
this time i think of how i am smack dab in the middle of a witches' brew and tempest. i observe how their faculties are waning, leaving bright lghts on behind them as they retire to sleep, doing dastardly deeds even as their memory fails. i was told my fortunes would change once an aunt dies; told that around 2011, and then i wondered which aunt, of late, i have been wondering how things will change, is it that they now being on the other side will see truths obscured to them all along? or they will see the sabotage of others they considered of well? i just think now there are way too many riddles, questions and mysteries surrounding my current, future and outcomes. just way too many
then i keep thinking of this housing imbroglio the citizens of the country find themselves in, i am so amused. so tickled and for so many reasons. one to get proof that people really are living here in a bubble, oblivious to financial matter, with zero financial literacy, and i speak with some water in my mouth because mine came as a result of burning through much, plenty and serious money. you also dont understand money and the life of the world if you think it will always be present/ if you think how it was, and what used to be will always stay the same and be ever present for your manipulations, is a great wrongheadedness..and folk who went to school to get good jobs, gainful employment, careers and sustainability are finding out it aint so, far less for us wheeling and dealing entrepreneur types like carl and melize.
i then realize the very business i had to do recycled and different mode and types of housing for myriad income brackets was an excellent idea. now that people are finally calling numbers, stating income level policies, minimum and maximum requirements, and folks are projecting out and calculating on their thumbs and fingers, then catering too the other variant dynamics like contract employment and the risk of unemployment, folk now really understanding what their real chances, and how they are closer to failure than winning, and the impossibility of the structure of life they were living, and see that squatting now gives them the better chance they ever imagined, now that squatting too has been curtailed...it would damn well appear that alternate housing schemes and solutions might find voge. so housing from repurposed containers, recycled wood, and even pallets might not seem so far outside the margins. but alas, that too was blindsided by the dastardly and greedy of what they themselves could not secure. selah
and even when i might have found allies like paul quinn, instead, here, are males who are more explosive, emotional and reactionary than bitches and cats on the moon. i am always left with wondering what might have been, and what may yet still come about. as I remember that dream that showed me that lost, dropped, broken jewels on public bathroom floors, missed and unseen the first time, exist for the harvesting on a second look and to be aware that jewels and valuables are to be found: silver and baubles, upon a second look in very unexpected places
that/ this/
at 4:33 in the morning
when i went to bed praying, insisting, asking telling compelling the universe to grant me socioeconomic justice , a return of all that has been lost, shaken up, compressed, exceeding and spilling over. i was writing and calculating millions before i went to bed at one am.
i somehow believe by the sights, discoveries and wonders that my gift might be to turn around the most impossible. I have done it too many times now, for others, and see it perhaps with myself, in my history, at tuskegee, my whole life, surviving in relative tack, 2013...i very well might be expert in harvesting the lost, impossible and improbable, so i am holding that out and calling it in for me.
ase'
this time i think of how i am smack dab in the middle of a witches' brew and tempest. i observe how their faculties are waning, leaving bright lghts on behind them as they retire to sleep, doing dastardly deeds even as their memory fails. i was told my fortunes would change once an aunt dies; told that around 2011, and then i wondered which aunt, of late, i have been wondering how things will change, is it that they now being on the other side will see truths obscured to them all along? or they will see the sabotage of others they considered of well? i just think now there are way too many riddles, questions and mysteries surrounding my current, future and outcomes. just way too many
then i keep thinking of this housing imbroglio the citizens of the country find themselves in, i am so amused. so tickled and for so many reasons. one to get proof that people really are living here in a bubble, oblivious to financial matter, with zero financial literacy, and i speak with some water in my mouth because mine came as a result of burning through much, plenty and serious money. you also dont understand money and the life of the world if you think it will always be present/ if you think how it was, and what used to be will always stay the same and be ever present for your manipulations, is a great wrongheadedness..and folk who went to school to get good jobs, gainful employment, careers and sustainability are finding out it aint so, far less for us wheeling and dealing entrepreneur types like carl and melize.
i then realize the very business i had to do recycled and different mode and types of housing for myriad income brackets was an excellent idea. now that people are finally calling numbers, stating income level policies, minimum and maximum requirements, and folks are projecting out and calculating on their thumbs and fingers, then catering too the other variant dynamics like contract employment and the risk of unemployment, folk now really understanding what their real chances, and how they are closer to failure than winning, and the impossibility of the structure of life they were living, and see that squatting now gives them the better chance they ever imagined, now that squatting too has been curtailed...it would damn well appear that alternate housing schemes and solutions might find voge. so housing from repurposed containers, recycled wood, and even pallets might not seem so far outside the margins. but alas, that too was blindsided by the dastardly and greedy of what they themselves could not secure. selah
and even when i might have found allies like paul quinn, instead, here, are males who are more explosive, emotional and reactionary than bitches and cats on the moon. i am always left with wondering what might have been, and what may yet still come about. as I remember that dream that showed me that lost, dropped, broken jewels on public bathroom floors, missed and unseen the first time, exist for the harvesting on a second look and to be aware that jewels and valuables are to be found: silver and baubles, upon a second look in very unexpected places
that/ this/
at 4:33 in the morning
when i went to bed praying, insisting, asking telling compelling the universe to grant me socioeconomic justice , a return of all that has been lost, shaken up, compressed, exceeding and spilling over. i was writing and calculating millions before i went to bed at one am.
i somehow believe by the sights, discoveries and wonders that my gift might be to turn around the most impossible. I have done it too many times now, for others, and see it perhaps with myself, in my history, at tuskegee, my whole life, surviving in relative tack, 2013...i very well might be expert in harvesting the lost, impossible and improbable, so i am holding that out and calling it in for me.
ase'
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