Circles and More Circles and More

Circles and More Circles and More

If you were a geometric shape (e.g. square, circle, isosceles triangle, etc.), what would you be and why?

So I am going to do part of the The Finicky Cynic “June ‘Jour’ Challenge” I am rather late in it, but this prompt stood out to me the most. It took me no time to answer either. What geometric shape would I be…hmm, easily, a circle?

So why a circle? A circle is too me the basic, original geometric shape that has the deepest meaning. It’s the basic design leading into the Flower of life symbol which is said to be the design that created the universe. As every math problem, every line, every thought stems from the creation of the Flower of Life. It is only right I pick something that represents the deepest part of me.

The Flower Of Life

 The Flower Of Life 

The flower of life is part of the sacred Geometry our ancestors some how strangely knew of. The great ancient civilizations in our human history all shared this one symbol. It can be found in every major religion some are remixed into portions of the symbol, but overall, it reaches every cornerstone of the world. It can seen etched in stone and clay tablets in flow with the story of their civilization. Somehow, the civilization knew all about this symbol with no connections with each other. How is that even possible?

The makings of the symbol consist of evenly drawn circles overlapping each other to form flower like symbols. It’s actually very easy to make with a protractor. you just draw a circle and then at the anywhere on the line of the circle you place the point of the protractor and draw the same pattern over and over. It’s quite the learning experience as every inch, every placement counts.

This symbol is everywhere in nature. As for me, while going through my spiritual journey I was enamored at the mass of information I was receiving. Learning I am part of everything and everything is part of me is astounding. A Circle is never ending as I am never ending. We are never ending. We are always is!

How fun is that…( better then being told I’m a sinful, dirty beast, born into a evil world and wickedness).

Here is SpiritScience  Better in-dept explanation on The Flower Of Life. These People are just Ah-May-Zing!

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7 Ways To Become A Great Teacher

Whether you are in grade school or college at some point in time you came across bad teachers in you life. For instance, when you 7th grade teacher the assign packets and packets of homework on winter vacation. Like, what the hell! Why assign homework on  vacation? That’s not a vacation that is education institution slavery. These teachers must like reading the same 100 papers. Fuckers!

Luckily, not all teacher forces you to write one word 100 times for homework/punishment. And not all teachers are in school, in fact, the best teachers are the ones that forced you to become wise in some way or another. Boyfriends, girlfriends, friends, family, homeless people, the list goes on. It is all in part of the biggest teacher of them all…LIFE!

But for educational purposes, I’ll just speak on grade school teachers.

7 Ways On How To Become A Great Teacher

  1. Be Absent Often.
    This is probably one the best ways to win your students heart and to forever be known as one the best teachers ever in their lives. BE ABSENT no one wants to deal with you, especially if you are going to be a monotone  homework giving monster. Save your self for bed everyday, or at least once a week between Monday-FridayBad Teacher
  2. Let Your Students Speak To Each Other.
    How bad do you want to win the hearts of your students? How important is it for you be talked about for generations through oral tradition? Let your students talk to each other! let your students socialize and build interpersonal skills needed for the workforce. Don’t Interrupt  when they’re talking. And do not expect  students stop you when you are sitting at your desk pouting              giphy1 
  3. Don’t You Dare Ask Anyone To Do Any Math Equation On The Board.
    You will be marked down as the teacher from hell if you dare to ever stop a student if you disregard #3 interrupt a conversation to say, ” Malcolm, care to solve this equation on the board?” If you do, we have the right to say no!  If your force students and try to embarrass them out of spite you will tarnish your reputation on lunch break. Trust me you don’t want to the talk of the town during congregation hour.
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  4. Frequent Treats.
    This is probably the most important way to become the best teacher. Make our time meaningful and fruitful if you going to speaking about mundane info. You have to appeal to your  students, so why not appeal to their sense? Come to class with free donuts, give out free candy, come with free pizza. Make my nose go up and eyes wide from the smell of treats. It’s a great way to keep your students in check and attentive. Why? well it’s almost like a deal, if you give to us we will give to you. You want good grades, well we want FOOD!
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  5. Talk To Us About Current Things In Pop Culture.
    Be current. Be new. Be hip. If you smoke a little weed, pop a molly Fridays, have sex, part of Bey-Hive share that with your students! We want to connect with you some how some way. Humans are yearning for some connection with each other some how some way. As a student, we want to know can you sit with us at the lunch table. If you can’t relate to or youthful nature then you mind as well educate senior citizen on World War 2. Incorporate today things in your teachings if you want to be a great teacher!
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  6. NO Homework.
    This is very simple easy to follow. Easy said and done! Students got lives outside of your class. Do not be egotistical, selfish teacher and assign homework on any given reason. If you follow #1 do not give out homework to compensate. You will be dismissed! So be nice, be sweet, respect our time with no homework! Save your students from depression.
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  7. Keep Parents Out Of Students Business.
    It’s none of the parents business about anything. You heard of the saying snitches gets stitches? If you care about your job have some dignity and self-respect. Don’t go running to Billy Bobs mom because he put you in your place or corrected your outdated teaching skills. We know how information best will resonate with us, so believe a student when he/she says, “Your shit is whack!” Who cares is Mary-Jane skipped school to play video games. What happen in the school stays in school. Telling parents is consider home wrecking and you don’t to fuck someone home shit up because you want can’t mind your business.

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Prompt – We Can Be Taught

You My Friend, Gotta Go…LIKE NOW!

It was the moment when I walked into the bathroom I declared he has to go! Brown coiled hair splattered across my beige and white walls, several cardboard rolls from the toilet paper scattered around the sink. “Is this that a thong?” I said while picking up this thin pink clothing with a piece of tissue. “Oh my God, its bloody!” I screamed immediately dropping everything out my hands. I wiped whatever germs I could have contacted on my shirt. I studied the bathroom a little longer with an obnoxious look stapled upon my face.  The sink and tub looked as if it was a Mardi Gras of homeless men ecstatic to touch hot water.  I took a deep breath.

I dropped my suitcase and my bags of gifts from Miami on my bed. I really wanted to jump on my bed and marvel on its grandiose softness. It Tempurpedic.  But I couldn’t, instead, I have to find and scold Mike. I heavily walked around my house taking note of all the things I am going to say to him when I find him. I bypass the kitchen, the living, I am not even going to look in the bathroom again, then I faced his door. I knocked fiercely, “Mike Yo! open the door!” I belted.  I turned the knob and it with surprise it was open, but I couldn’t barge in dramatically as I attended. The door only stopped midway giving me a small glimpse of his room.  Clothes were everywhere! I looked down to see what was possibly in the door tracks. I couldn’t make out what was the problem. I looked up at the hinges and took yet another deep breath. “Of course, an underwear taking a nap on top of the door, because you know why? that’s what they do, they say ‘fuck this shit and fuck drawers’ and take naps on top of doors” I said sarcastically. I removed the underwear hoping to finally be freed into the room but yet something else was blocking the door. I threw my hands up as if i was throwing a white flag. I’d given up. I decided to call his phone.
“Hey!” Mike went.
“Mike, buddy old pal, I am back from Miami” I said gleefully.
” I am good and you” mike replied. I became perplexed because I didn’t ask him about his well-being.
“What-”
“Sike! This is my answer machine Mike is not here right now so please leave a message after the tone suckers.”

I sat at the kitchen table waiting for his arrival. It was about 2:30 am when I heard the key jingle against the door. The rest of the house remained dark so it was easy for him to spot me. “Yo! who the fuck turned the lights-” Mike said stopping in mid sentence after he spot me in the kitchen. I walked towards him with open arms happy as ever to see my best friend from college. We greeted each other warmly making way to the kitchen table. He smelled like dark liquor and cigars. I hate cigars.  I told him briefly how I had an amazing time in Miami and he complimented the tan on my skin. I asked him if he had an exciting stores to tell and he shrugged and nodded.

“Look,” I said with my hands politely crossed against the marble table. “You got to pack up your shit and go!”
“What do you mean, why do I have to go?” he asked innocently.
“What the fuck do you mean-” I paused. I took a deep breath to remain my composure.  I was about to seconds from blacking out on him. “Mike, I am kicking you out. That means you plus the dirty thong, plus your slobish nature, equals bye-bye,” I said gesturing goodbye so he can visually understand me.
“Actually, if this about the underwear I can explain, I had a girl-”
“I don’t care if it was your dead grannies from 1764, you are going to marry that front door and honeymoon your way out of this apartment,” I interrupted.
“Well, can we agree to disagree and work out a probably solution. I have no where else to go so soon. It’s quite unfair” Mike said.
“excuse me?” I asked turning my ear towards him.
“Agree to disagree” Mike repeated condescendingly as if I were the stupid slob!
“This ain’t no mutherfucking survery! aint no agree to disagree about anything! This is my fucking house and you getting out. Now!” I slammed the table. “Court adjourned.” I got up out my seat to make way to his room. Mike continued to sit. ” I have squatters rights!” Mike yelled. I stopped abruptly  on the steps.  Turned around to see Mike still looking at the empty chair I was once in. He turned towards me with a sly smirk. “Squatters rights” he repeated.
I stared deep into his cynical eyes. This asshole wants to go to war. Then so be it.

Daily Prompt – Agree To Disagree

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Daily Prompt – Daring Do.

Tell us about the time you rescued someone else (person or animal) from a dangerous situation. What happened? How did you prevail?

Journal Entry #256
Date: September 6 2014.

Dear Journal,
It’s me again. Your one and only friend. This tea I am drinking right now it’s so relaxing. It’s organic green tea from China. I flew there about twenty minuets ago. Yes, I am that fast at flying. It’s a God giving gift. Don’t be upset journal. It’s sounds like you are upset at me journal. What did I do to you? Of course I abandoned you for several days I am a super pet hero it’s my duty. No! I cannot take you with me journal. You’re just a book. Okay, I shouldn’t have said that I am sorry. I’m really sorry. You have been there for me when ZuZu lilly pup was stuck in a tree and my cape got caught in the branches. I nearly almost died from suffocation. You was there though. Keeping me company. You gave me strength to prevail when some near by hobo was about to open up and read you. My life would’ve been over. My identity ruined. But I look up to the sky and said, ” I am a super pet hero. We do not suffer in the hands of adversity!” and saved the pet while smacking the hobo stupid in an instant. Journal I get it, I know trust me, I understand. Would you please stop staring at me with blink lines! I didn’t even get the chance to right in you yet and you are already scolding me. For crying out loud black book I had to save Stacy’s cat from the ladybug that was about to attack her. Yes! don’t under estimate ladybugs. You know what I don’t want to hold this conversation with you anymore. You are being extremely selfish and not understanding of my duty as a super-pet-hero. Damn, I even got my own hotlines today. Give me a break!

To-do? Done!

Daily Prompt: Quickly list five things you’d like to change in your life. Now, write a post about a day in your life once all five have been crossed off your to-do list.

1. Get a better paying job that is fun and flexibile.

2. Get a HP laptop.

3. Take swimming classes, ballet classes, Bikram Yoga class.

4. Love yourself more.

5. Juice your fruits and vegetables.

…Finally, I am able to cross out the last list of things I want out of my life. Today marks the complete day of my transformation. I have watched and read The secret. I have read  Napoleon hill! Saying the same thing. I’ve read enough spiritual and self help book. .I said to myself I want change and abundance of satisfication from the things I want from my life. I took control admist the adversities. We all came from a broken foundation. We all came from a deck of cards we didn’t choose…. Well most of us. The process to change however applies to every one. I come to realize the law of attraction is the most unbiased and totally equal force know to man. A force that gives everybody a chance. No matter where you came from or what you do. We all have the equal power to manifest. We may not have the full god power to create grass and water, But we have enough power to be God within our means. We can create a being like how god created us and we can also create and shape our life. Like how God created and shaped this earth and universe. It sounds cliche and a bit hippy like but it’s the truth. Take full responsibility of yourself and what you want from the shut you don’t like to the abundance you want. We each have our own lane where there’s enough pleasure to go around. We all don’t want the same food, or person, amount of money, or  car etc. our individuality and flaws creates our own lane. Our uniqueness are only for us making it enough to live abundantly…sarcacity exist with greed. However there is still enough and will always be enough.

Long story short. I am happy.

Daily prompt: To-Do? Done!

Red Hat

The guy with the red hat as bold in the streets as the music he blasted from his waist line.

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He was 13 years old when his only friend that his mother approved of knocked on the door. “Hi miss James can Larry come over to my house to play video games?” The little boy asked while fluffing his afro. “No, he can’t Sean. He studying his bible now” said the mother.  Meanwhile, Larry, with his room closed, he heard the door close as he was sitting in silence. He jumped out of his bed out of curiosity. He thought his mom had left which would have gave him the chance to go in his parents room and sneak in a show.
“Mom who was that?” He asked.
“It was nothing sweetie go to your room.”
“Mom it sounded like larry was at the door…what did he want?” Larry’s face grew stern.
“Larry, do not question me, please go to your room.”
“This is what I am talking about. You never let me do anything at all! It’s Friday night, why am I home in my room in silence what am I? A monk?”
“I don’t know what devlish tone-”
“NOT EVERYTHING IS THE DEVIL! YOURE THE DEVIL!” Larry screamed out running back to his room to gear up his clothes.
“Where do you think you are going to larry! Put those clothes down. I am calling pastor Stevens”. The mother went to the living room to dial the phone. Larry stopped in the middle of tying his shoe. Forgetting about the other bare foot he ran after his mother slapping the phone out her hand. The mother stood appallad and slapped him violently across the face. “I will not have no one disrespect me in my sanctuary!” The mother wailed.
Larry palmed his face starring with rage in his eyes. His eyes was about to tear when his father walked through the door. He ran to his father that at times look to as Jesus. His father hiding  red lipstick under his collar.

“LARRY!”the father yelled while coming through the door “I just seen your friend outside.”
“I’m calling the pastor and thats that. I will not have my son demonize himself” the mother said. “What the hell is going on?” The father took Larry behind him. “Why the fuck you keep calling this pastor for. I told you to leave that nigga out our business. He is not this guys father i am!  He yelled. Larry look up at his father confused. He never agreed with his father anymore for he didn’t know he didn’t approve of pastor. He thought he just agreed with whatever mom said.  “He is the pastor! He knows the answer you don’t know!” Said the mother.
“What? you never give me a chance to be a father to my son. You want to bring this pastor around every chance you get… Are you cheating?” The father said stepping closer to the mother. The tension in the room started to build. Larry took the mid silence between the two giants to run to his room and grab his other shoe. The mother stood in shocked with the phone still in her hand. “Im not going to ask you again.” The mother stood in silence about to dial the number again. The father took  the entire phone and threw it against the wall. The phone shatters in pieces before them.

Larry walks towards his mother as his father leaves out the front door. The mother in fear grabs her jacket. “Where are you going! Everybody wants to leave when I was the first one ready to go, now we are taking a family trip?”
“I’m going to the church, if when I return and you are not here reading the bible I’m calling the police”
“I told you countless times pastor Stevens looks at me funny and has been for years! I told you many other things about him and you still force him into my life! Why would you do such things to me.
“The devil is a liar!” The mother screamed.
“You always choose him over me!”Larry ran to the parents room pulling out the 9mm gun as his mother looks for her keys. Larry pointed the gun at his mother as she was about to step out.
“Mom turn around now!”
The mother peaked over her shoulder. Seeing her son with the gun, “where did you get that?” Larry did not answer but instead said, “if you go to that rapist I’m going to shoot you.” The mother went to her knees and started to pray out loud.
“Stop praying!” Larry yelled. The mother kept praying aloud mumbling for Jesus to save her from the evil.
” I am not evil! Stop praying! Now before I shoot you!” The mother continued in her song of prayers.
“Stop now!” larry said as unspoken words fell down his cheeks. His hands started to tremble.”Stop!”
His mother raised her hands up in a praise and yelled out “Lord as my savior deliver me from the evil one. Please lord.”

Three bullets entered the mothers head
Larry stood there with spats of blood across his face. The mothers body fell back into the door with her eyes open starring deadly at her only son. Larry approached his mother to close her eyes. “You have been sent” Larry whispered in her ears.

Cookie Beauty Secrets

PingBack:”Object Lesson”
If we asked your friends what object they most immediately associate with you, what would they answer?

OATMEAL COOKIES! 
Would you call this an object though? if or if not who cares, my friends know I love adore and crave a nice soft, delectable, raisin, plumped, Quaker oaty, crumby, flavorful, hot, mellow in a sunshine making,  tantalizing  taste buds igniting, smooth, tangy, first kiss feeling, real love making, steamy sex filled summer night under the stars having, bone chilling to the skin crawling, chills making with zesty round of holy grail goodness licking oatmeal cookies.

I don’t know why, I don’t know when I found my first love bit I did and we been married every since.
but first, I must tell you guys how to eat an Oatmeal Cookie Properly to ensure you have the full life changing experience I have when I eat my gender-less husband. 

Step 1 – Buy The Right Cookie 
             
It’s very important where you want to pick out your cookie for a taste in marriage. You cant just walk the isle of any supermarket ( church) and believe every cookie is ready for this arrangement. I would like to recommend Subway’s oatmeal cookies or even Mc Donalds for a number of reason…mainly because of …QUALITY!  You want to make sure the raisins are VISIBLE. As seen in the image across you can see the plump raisin reassuring the quality of the cookie. You want to make sure the cookie is soft to chew. We are not eating ginger snaps. Your cookie should NOT be snap crackling and popping. That is diffinitely the WRONG cookie of choice. 

Step 2 – Split The Cookie In Half
           
You want beauty, you want the secret, you want real love? Well split the cookie in half to  release the micro atoms in the cookie that will regenerate you skin on a cellular level.  You want to eat split the cookie every chance you get in half, then again in fourths this will certain give you that flawless skin and can look like your favorite movie star! Plus do this process very slowly to ensure precision. Be as neat as possible so when it is time to chow down you have more pieces to savor the taste in.

 

 

Step 3 – Eat it

          You want to look my mentor below. This is how you eat a cookie. You gobble it up like a vacuum cleaner. You have to make lots of grunts and good tasting noise so other people and know what you are eating. It’s great forms of advertisements! 

 

    That’s all for now, hope you guys eat your cookie correctly. You can purchase them at your nearest store around you. For more Information  call me at (1-800-Iove-cookies so much-that-it-changed-my-life-forever)