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Libra Pink Moon

Posted in writing-blogging with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 04/11/2017 by Fastjames007

So Virgo Amethyst is back still at it again with astronomical information. I don’t place my faith under the stars but it’s a worth a read when it has positive affirmations. Well what you should know about it? It’s pink up up there! It’s very well well unlikely indeed link to Syria bombing attacks and spiritual change everywhere in relationships. I myself didn’t realize this energy shift go with the pink moon that will come beginning on April 11 until May. Who knows? Little did I know that April is the beginning of seasons and renewal of all things. That’s why I like about it. Be the newer person. April month should be celebrated as new year anyway! So anyway in speaking of pink moon energy shift in Libra, my lunar sign is Leo and it’s perfect time to ensure order and justice among peers. So this is a journal entry that I shall continue.

At work, I’ve noticed one of my friend wanted to know me so bad. I’m assuming he’s just being a friend, playing games with me. First he caught up in a aguement with one of my distant cousin who is my fellow worker also. That guy was about to go off as if he was about to exchange fist with my fellow cousin. I had to go there to mediate the situation just because I’m curious and these two were close to me. If they were nobody I could relate to, I rather ignore and mind my business. That’s common sense of not sticking nose in ones business that possibly would either get mentally scarred or lose an eye. But I went up there soothe things out as they find me cool get along with and then later do work like supposed to without losing job in the process. I wanted everyone to be cool with each other. While things were winding down as if we get along as trees growing among other trees, I went each one individually and then either one told and look at me cool after they reconciled issues between themselves. End of journal entry.

That when pink moon in Libra came to mind. Could it be affecting my interactions with others? Libra is the Scale of Justice. Will some certain person be judged whose mind could either with or against me? In speaking of the individual who’s cool with me, could be playing games with me as if I’m a weak, enclosing details of myself as I’m trying to be a friend. That person could be packed with experience as others are attempting to know me when I’m a rarely a friendly person. Maybe heard the talks from others that was either negatively or positively told on me. So my friend is in the play because of that, a bold hearty move.  Now my lunar sign with this pink moon will play along and will be able to catch it. They shall be awestruck because I’m not that naive as I charge up my crystals tonight for major cleansing and mental strength to be unmoved by stupidity and to slice through BS like butter! 

 

Sticky Situation of Injustice

Posted in writing-blogging with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 03/21/2017 by Fastjames007

Nowadays as the age catches up in the prime of maturity. You no longer engage with the silliness of youth. Yet employ bits of it for one is in solitude or there is one has a bit of extroversion but yet perceived overall introversion to be a “friend”. Friend don’t mean nothing. Could be anything with good or sinister behind it. It won’t be understood. We don’t want to bother. Our self-control break to bother the pain we are currently having such as jealousy or the hurt of what others have caused to get where they want or need to be. We look at what we don’t have and forgot what we have to build upon. There could be unfinished business to be taken care of whether it be improving your image to the standard of what you want individually. That’s a step and a daunting challenge. As much you know in the minds of others as they speak ill of you and gossip behind your back, there are certain few who is stuck with you, knowing who you are. They may be using you. It’s always got to be something benefits them once they know a little about you, nitpicking of weakness quietly in mind. Thus telling about too much yourself may do harm than telling a little and then wind up as a scapegoat.

Since this my blog I’m happy to share my encounter with a percilar person who came up to me with a farcade of a good woman as I am advoidant and unable to fall in her whims with intellect. Everyone is different with their own agenda and born with ways we cannot comprehend. There are broken few that we should be cautious about because what is broken should be left alone. As challenging as that person is, temptation was evident. I could see the sickness of a person had gone through games that we all play and get hurt in the process by looks alone. I shall not be the rebound, the revenge person with one whose mind is upon another deemed worse rather than my own. I do my thing in my terms which I’m a man enough to say that I should have someone soly on me and no one else matter. Then she said..

If you want it, you have to work for it!

WHAT! To work for it? As if one is God’s gift to mankind, I’m that needy and oh so dire in need for some company. I have a job that is physically demanding with no kids. I love myself no matter what situations and consequences may happen. If it wasn’t meant for me then it wasn’t! As for that person, I am being rubbed in all ways as I get stronger emotionally when I am grateful to have this experience of how games are played and get stuck when the heart isn’t immune to everything. What the heart can do and is indeed willing as it is being rubbed everywhere like friction, charged up to the game? Making unagreeable MFs fold at the height of my genuine savagery! There’s no need for me to make a person feel some way as I stand steadfast in the pinnacle of games! Who is the stupid one? You tell me!


This picture implies to an Aries whom I’m seeing from time to time for messing with the Virgo Amethyst! 

Grisly World of Horrors

Posted in writing-blogging with tags , , , , , on 03/15/2017 by Fastjames007

As I sit and write this blog, killing the boredom. I come to find there is no place like horrors. It’s a necessity to fuel the excitement as we adore and celebrate fear!

This woman here portrays as a ghost of the boat. Could be a criuse of yesterday when it had sunken in the middle of the motherland’s stolen ocean. 

Everybody pays. Everybody suffers. Thought the boy with blood all over his face, which implicate that he could have been bullied. Perhaps it could be other way around to witness the hands of sin.

This man sitting on the corner for his enjoyment under the mask of a demon. What deceit and mischief he have upon his knee? Waiting to trip for his own amusement.

This is no ordinary drawf as you see in the street. No one want to befriend a freak. Yet he has bitter hatred of where the world really belongs to.

His eyes are the window of the soul to spook and bring chills to the spine when holding dollars of one country for the exchange of heavy drugs. There’s no cure beyond the gate of hell.

I is hungry. Saith the woman of cannibalism. There are men cheating. There are assholes delightful to eat. Wrath no fury as the woman scorned when ugly is indeed the beauty.

Could it be envious to the oppressor of capitalism when ritual of sacrifice is the norm behind closed doors on the fields. Spilled blood in the name of moolah to stay atop and eat.

Marriage defines this union which is prevalent in the society when one man is in touch of his demons from experience to attract. No woman wants a man to coward under the belly of the beast that symbolizes change.


There’s a creep among in the streets. The mind perceive what it cannot when there could be anyone. Always living and beware in fear as twisted it may seem.

Something about White

Posted in writing-blogging with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on 02/21/2017 by Fastjames007

Man it’s something about the white. The pure innocence from being bad. Little you know that Jesus, the Son of God was a bad kid during childhood. So I’m thinking what’s so young and innocent can seem so bad and the young is just a virgin in their thoughts and attachment through development. As time goes by, you aren’t virgin anymore. You start smoking to the brink of self destruction along with unhealthy ways of eating and living. Then there come along a woman, so innocent as she seems walking in her role as a healer and nurturer to a man’s broken world. Not only the man but herself can be broken as well. A woman fulfill her obligation and duty to turn the tables to the smiles and happiness that were once prevalent in childhood. Don’t you think the childhood is dark and dandy? You go to sleep and the darkness consumes as it whisk you away and dream. It’s the dark and nothingness all around with no responsible to it. Apparently as I am writing this blog, dark could be innocent meanwhile white is incomprehensible, better known as bat-sh!t crazy in the open. Is it good or bad? You decide.


My parents have been happily married for 30 years which is the same age of mine. I was in the dark belly of the stomach, kicking to come out after winning the race to live. During growing up, I have witnessed a lot between them. I have noticed my dad was crying during the conversation with me, just Mano to Mano talk. So I’m just confused until I came across this picture with funny quote to justify my understanding of my parent’s relationship. I had the feeling that dad was just stuck and LOL-needs aren’t met everyday like he wanted or envision of. He was like, “Son, don’t you ever get….”. You get my drift. 

In my opinion, most marriage are holy and pure to made white in union by the state. There I said it because you have to have some kind of contract or license to acknowledge the state that they own this union and the state is obliged to deal with between unions and take everything they own. I don’t know too much about it but saying what I think and feel because marriage shouldn’t be bound by church and state. Once with the person, that’s automatically in spirit by marriage!

Adulterous generation

Posted in writing-blogging with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 01/29/2017 by Fastjames007

Let me tell you something really real. I think something is trying to show me and make me understand the blue prints of an Almighty God! Today on January 29th prior to Valentine. I took a time to Netflix and chill all by my lonesome to my smarttv which is my girlfriend technically. I mean the tv. Don’t we hate to be single and just watch tv just for the fun of it to battle out the lonesome? Apparently too much knowledge is running through my mind as if being cautious to what actions to take that’s good for the soul. 


It is a good movie with great acting and twisted combos to understand what adultery is. Movie’s not real but adultery happens a lot to most people of young and old. It exists and represents the glory of an adulterous generation! It’s prevelant everywhere as we are rotten apples to the core. This whole movie help to understand for what it is and why adultery exist today as it is played out for entertainment. This movie will be my favorites to share along with Black Snake Moan as it represents passion. Now this movie show a crime of passion when a fellow man from New Orleans, I think, with an accent just like I have, caught a black man cheating on his wife. The man represented passion and know how to talk his way with women with his smoove Cajun accent. But he was cheated on! He was going to kill them. Somehow his anger ruled over him, killing them at the end. This movie was trying to rewind and show that he could have talk to them in prior to killing them and find the reasons of their cheating. He could have receive a lot of benefits of being the judge of their actions by playing it right, spiritually sound mind with anger.

Be angry and do not sin -Ephesians 4:26

It is funny how the mind works when the mate of your life that God has given you is blind. Somehow it was a failure that he killed them both instead of killing one of them. At the beginning of the movie, he was mindful with his mate as his mate called him through phone. They were talking sweet nothings about their anniversary as if he was going to do something awfully sweet. Then the plot twists when he came home to find his wife cheating on him as he came with the anniversary gifts. Then the movie would show what could have happened instead of killing them instantly for his mind to manifest the awful sweet fantasy between him and her! The manifestion was supposed to be the bad boy, forgiving the bad girl and living happily ever after in a good, sickly way. That’s a dangerous game but quick to anger ends the game!

The Grinning Joker

Posted in writing-blogging with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 01/25/2017 by Fastjames007

It’s been a hellvua of past couple of weeks. Since I have limited resources to be grateful for a latter breakthrough. I never felt confident than ever before to see how the game is played among the peers. I do struggle with trust issues and the ability to deal with it. I’m a young, exceptional man with any means to brag. I mean what I say because it’s a positive affirmation to paint the picture of my own existence through experience. I’ve notice young men and old are currently struggling with their image or it could be the ability to bond with others to improve their status and standards. Standards is what “you” can build upon self but not living to others that seem to appear somewhat a weakling or undesirable. 


Nowadays it’s all about the appearance before engaging with someone to judge the personality of an appearance. I’ve noticed that when I was slim and happen to attract the game-players of relations of others. I started to workout with my mind along with the body as If I’m unbothered of emotions. I try my best to appear cold in meanwhile full of with fire of jealousy, using the vibe of sorrow to build with zealous pride to spread the contagious attitude among my peers that I’m not a punk to be dealt with but come with respect. As of now I am eating respect like in my favorite plate of lomien noodles, sesame chicken, egg rolls, cream cheese wontons and coconut shrimps to have them guessing. My poker face has them respect me even more as I pull the strings without doing nothing but stand with an unstrikeable pose as my shoulders lean and my head tilt to the side. I may be narcissistic as some may call it from a psychological field or standpoint. I’m no different than a sociopath or a psychopath. It’s the dire circumstances that make me stronger to be who I am to accept the harsh reality where I can’t control what others think but to be mad with sorrow masked in poker face of a grinning joker. Later I will have the final laugh since I am having fun with the emotion I’m currently experimenting of not making the move to justify anything. It’s their move as I build myself to be the standard of desire and the boundary dared to be crossed!

Tapping of the Source 

Posted in writing-blogging with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on 12/30/2016 by Fastjames007

Here’s the thing that can and will work for the most including myself. There is knowledge where to tap that unlimitedness of infinite potential. Notice the ten in potential when it’s simply perfect. Knowing that perfection is in our being. We ask for strength to endure, strive, conquer, conflict and resolve. It all starts with you including myself. At first everything seems like a failure in every moment and amount to nothing with self loathing to depression. We don’t know how or even to understand we are the black sheeps in the society full of the proud and haughty spirits that adopt the traits of not caring of what happens to people of persons in suffering. Then they go on assuming for the best with selfish desires and vain luxuries of comfort! We sit and wade in self pity without confidence and don’t know the brighter side of the fence or the light of the tunnel you may say that is seemingly too long to reach. You see the homeless and the unfortunate by saying that’s what they deserve without offering assistance. Yet the burden seem overwhelming to be left alone. The darkness is undeniably unquenchable with its strongholds that wrap its chains in the chords of spirit. The fun, exciting part which is challenging is you, we and I can overcome, tapping the source of enegry within ourselves to make the walls of strongholds in spirit crumble. Then yet it will fear and wonder the brightness of its glory. How, you may say? The positive affirmations are to be used in the mind and then infect the goodness on the dark like syringe as it showily move itself away and knowing you, we and I are ready and equipped to embrace the glory, repetitive bells of freedom. The source sprays like water hose, shower like waterfalls and shine like sunrays ever so available and around about as we stand with the dark strongholds gripping ever so tightly. It dissolves when we repent, starting from the scratch in mind and applying positive affirmations like open sesame. 

Love can not die a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. -Anaïs Nin

Say we don’t know! That is the problem. Love is there, the source which seem unattainable to reach and that is why we believe so hardly that we can tap the source. The more we can’t, the unbelievable it becomes. Impatience makes it well forgotten and it is just a star above our heads. It doesn’t happen overnight when you, we and I speak positive affirmations to existence, practically and gradually!