Know thy neighbour

I woke up this morning to a raucous noise outside my house. My neighbor was quarreling  about a suppose bottle that was hurled at his gate and on contact with his grill turned into smithereens. He is a person who believed deeply in sorcery and was therefore convinced that this bottle broken at his gate was steeped with malicious intent. 

I guess his perception of the shards was in reality a direct attack on him on an astral plane. Knowing the history that he has with my family he assumed that one of us through malignance or ridicule must have thrown the bottle at his gate. 

He heaved his chest and spoke about how he is a killer and when he stokes his fire death must come into those who offend him. I looked at him completely committed to his belief of supernatural potency. He like many people who worked Obeah thought themselves impervious. 

They were invincible because they dealt on a realm that was unknown, feared and misunderstood by many. In the grand scheme of things I have understood one thing in life and that is what others do to you is their karma and what you do to them is yours. No nefarious deed whether physical or spiritual has ever gone unpaid. 

I would not say only fools believed in the occult because albeit the incredible unlearned have for the most part more confidence in their actions bringing to manifestation their desires. I am always of the opinion that if good people could become committed to goodwill and righteousness the way wicked people flaunt their malignancy and Mayhem then we would have a better place.  

This man in the decades that he has been on this earth has not learned or understand the true meaning of life. He like many who share his belief are irrational in their way of thinking, interpreting every action as a form of attack on themselves. They know what they are capable of and have a misconception that every one must be thinking like them and herein lies their biggest deficiency in thinking every one must be against them. 

Normal people I know would be upset about a broken bottle but not angry as to threaten death. Normal rational people would enquire about the bottle but not with threats of death and violence. Those who deal in the occult are mad people and should be treated with extreme caution because of their irrational inclination to violence. 

They revere badness over good. Believing often through the perceived predominance of wickedness that the diabolical nature of man often survives the good.  

They are puffed up in evil doing. Thinking good people or those who are quick to quell an irrelevant argument or war are weak and become targets for wicked perpetration. 

Evil thrives in a negative environment. Even though you may be taking care of your spiritual needs but without creating an aura of positivity and goodwill, you will not dispel the negative forces that swirls through the universe. 

Some people might say supernatural forces do not exist. People in the thirteen century would marvel and call our airplanes, cell phones and Internet witchcraft. Imagine we would be burnt at the stakes for witchcraftry mistaken as technology. I often liken the ability to speak and believe engendering palpable results, the laws of attraction or the think and grow rich formula to our technological advancement.  Satellite pictures are sent from space along some imaginary lines into signals on our computers as images we can identify with our eyes. We don't see how it happens just as how we don't see how our message is sent in an email but we know it happens based on the manifestation of that the intended recipient got the message. How we send our messages is not tangible, it is not visible but we know it can happen because the results are manifested. It is within this same breadth our cellular phones keep us connected around the world, we don't see our voices being sent across the medium to the other receiver but we hear each other and we communicate.  Now I believe magic or spirituality extends from the same medium of thought over matter, if we think, meditate and concentrate on our desires then they will be manifested. These are the tenets that I used to govern my life. 

To invite positivity in your life, you must operate from a standpoint of optimism which includes detaching oneself from negative people and disadvantageous environments that will give rise to evil thought forms. Evil cannot thrive where there is light so try as much as possible to let your light shine from within you. You cannot dispel the forces of darkness by keeping negative, pessimistic and fatalistic people who speak detriment into your individual astral aura creating problems for you. I don't know if you ever experience that after an argument or a flare up feeling, how drained one feels physically because that is what negativity does, it saps your energy physically. 

You cannot be protected from bad karma if you continue to do bad things to other. Just as how we have day and night so too your recompense will be spun back into your own astral destiny. You cannot expect to sow bad seeds and not reap a bad tree full of fruits. 

Next Article writing now... Revisit for final post....

I wish not to be thrown out like the waste humans that pile like garbage at the front of the lanes whose usage in society has long since evaporated.  There are two things constant in the Ghetto, death and destitution. Happy days are in the form of rum drinking and baby making. Everybody loves you until you become their competition.

The heartaches of these streets will have you mopping up your tears off it's pot hole rippled surfaced. The depression of hopelessness clogs stream light of faith and puts a damper on your optimism for the future. 

Lessons from my Landlord

I used to live in a delapidated, squalid apartment before I started publishing. I remember being ashamed of where I lived so much that i often hid my address from people. In my opinion nothing was wrong with the building. It kept the sun and the rain off my back and at nights I was warm and sheltered inside. I was more worried about what people thought about someone as talented as me living in squalor. I knew people unknowingly without question judged you by your residential arrangements or appearance. 

I am a liar if I said I didn't care about what society thought of me. I do but not as much as I did before. I've become committed to my own thesis that people spend their lives looking for weaknesses and strengths in others to highlight or pick apart. I deny them access by giving zilch regards to their opinions. People have a misconception about education as it correlates to wisdom. There are many educated people who cannot think for themselves. They blindly subject themselves to the second hand knowledge of others who they respect without questioning their ideologies. Nobody not me or Albert Einstein should force anyone to buy a philosophy that sounds fatuous or irrational. In this world you may not have a option in everything but you have an choice in how you think about life. Don't let anyone tell you how you should think or control your thinking. 

Conversely I've noticed many people swinging around this notion that talented people are worthless if they fail to maximize their potential. People often in their own misguided estimation to make something of themselves may murmur over the slow progress of those with perceivable great  pontentials but non-talented people are allowed to blame the imaginary systems that oppressed them and find comfort in being victims than admit that they are responsible for their own decrepit of a life. They are never held accountable for failing because they weren't bright enough but a brilliant man who becomes a failure should be dragged through the town in chains and hurled into the chasm of societal jails. 

They seem to believe that successful

People enjoy some kind of astral

Nepotism and gracefully move from one good experience to another without struggles or impediments. They are belaboured with misfortunes because they were maligned for failure from birth since they were not born with any special talents. Everybody is looking for a one way ticket out of their circumstances. Talented people are born with an advantage and those without talents endure an endless stream of unintentional mislucks. It is the grandest fallacy of the Jamaican minds. People who fail believe they are victims of a malignant oppression often unforeseen and those who rise above gain success through some form of assistance or favoritism. 

Back to my first apartment. 

I liked that old house. I learnt many a lessons around my computer listening to the squeaks of the mices in the ceiling or staring at the blank empty wall. I am grateful for the time I spent there. I am never one to hurl urine into the faces of those who buoyed me during my roughest voyages. I am eternally grateful for the bridges that take me from one ether to another because we are all great energies shifting from one plane to the next. For now I am merely grateful to be alive. 

I remembered one day the owner of the house came from abroad and vilified me with profanity over some misunderstanding with money owed for rent. I watched half abashed and amused as the lady in her rampage heaped ropes of feacea on my head. I will never forget the verbal onslaught, it was an eye opener for me. 

This lady was the type who you could tell had stumbled into success.  She had that Jamaican "frighten" aura about her, the pompous way she carried herself or how she spoke with bombast, You could detect by the subtle nature of how she interacted with  her peers that she somehow thought herself better than them. She was empowered by looking down on those who were spawned from the same dreary circumstances she came from. She was the first of many people I meet in this life who are like that, who granted a small rectal of an achievement bask around in arrogance and condescension from their own self made importance. You cannot be very important when you life is not worth more than that of the average man. 

She extended her contempt to

me. I get those despicable looks a lot when people appraise me with their eyes trying to figure out whether or not I am deserving of the talents they believe I have and in my humility must be undeserving of such inborn gifts. How dare me have the power of knowledge and treat it like it is nothing? It is same look my clients give me when they question the veracity or legitimacy of my businesses. Everybody believes success or talent ought to look a certain way and people like me do not in so far fit the archetype. 

I sometimes wonder if these expressions of disbelief or discontent stems from my appearance or where I am from, two things I believe I had no control over. I shake my head a lot at people who would have me hate my body or the way I look so that they can keep me trapped in their stereotypes. I pity those who spend their lives pointing out faults in others so that they can feel better about themselves. 

 They would rather see me miserable in this one body on my life's journey by virtue of their opinion. What about my opinion? I would like to think that what I think about myself counts as good as valid than anyone else. 

I probably think too highly of myself. In my naïveté, I see myself as being more than I actually am and it is society's duty to remind me of where I stand. 

Back to the story of this lady and her vitriol. I gave her the money for the fees she said I had incurred as a tenant and to my surprise she started handing out the money, I worked hard, selling herbalife products in the sun to procure those funds and she was giving it away  to various friends, all drunkards and rum drinkers while I wither away like a wall flower without a male admirer wishing I could disappear into the walls of the house. 

This lady made it clear to me that she did not want my money. It meant nothing to her. Why did she disrespect me in the process to get it.  She took it from me and gave it away like it was nothing was like rubbing salt into my wound ego.  I understood the principle she probably was trying to teach me but the uncouth behavior drench the lesson with negative emotion and vibe. 

What was intriguing was how my neighbors'would rather whisper in delight among each other than intercede the crudeness that this lady was subjecting me to.

Today I know my neighbors didn't know any better. They are like her. She's is like them. She has only managed to change her economical standards but given the opportunity she would roll around in the mud, tossing flecks into your face like them. I find no satisfaction in unnecessarily hurting people's feelings maybe that is the reason why I abuse my Facebook like button. It takes nothing to be civil, kind and supportive of others. We all go through life wanting to feel needed and valued by the people we come in contact with. It matters not much to me, nor do I consider it a monumental task to be nice to others even once in a while. 

Working women will find love

People might say I am a little hard on women albeit I am female too. I believe Jamaican women are lazy. This maybe one of the contributing factors to why we have so many suffering children and one of the key variables why men tell me they sometimes desert a woman. It is not right to leave a woman with a child but a man has no choice when every woman he meets is trying to trap him into a financial situation by giving him a baby, so he runs away not because he does not care for the child but because most men today don't want to start a family with a woman who can't complement them economically. 

When I was a teenager and out of job, I joined the Herbal Life Distributor Programme and walked the streets selling herbal juice blended in cups to women so that they could lose weight. I sold them fifty dollars per cup and made enough to buy new mixing material for tomorrow and my dinner. There was nothing that made me prouder than knowing that I could support my own subsistence. I was an adult in a family home and people begin to show you bad face as soon as you reach working age and not doing anything with your life. 

I started two successive relationships and learned two crucial notions from both men. One was working class and our relationship quickly dissolved because he was looking for a woman who was heading somewhere in life and not a struggling 19 year old with a lot of prospects but no money. The second was middle class and was not interested in pursuing a long term union when he discovered that I had nothing to bring to the relationship but sex and somehow I felt as if he was the best thing that ever came into my life. Those two men taught me that a woman who does not hold her own will never be taken seriously. 

Not that women with nothing to offer don't get men to lay the world at their feet but the average looking woman like myself know that if you can't help yourself then you are vulnerable to the whims of men. 

When I walk on the street I don't care about which man wants to call to me or who ignores me. I don't care because I am providing for my child. I am not fazed by the transient men in my life and if the one I am with now,decides to leave. See you can't bargain with men if you do not have anything  to measure up with. You will be weighed and found wanting. 

I believe once a woman has a child your pride should go. Simple you should not be too proud to "hustle" for you children. I have a whole lot of accolades for the girls who walk and sell their commodities so as to

Provide for their fatherless children than those who spent their last dime titivating to lure some man who might leave as soon as he comes or she is pregnant. Nuff respect to the women who have them priority straight. 

The truth and the devil is a liar...

They say sleep is the brother of death. Sleep and death might be related but they are not by any means identical. I often envision death as a strong swig of rum, burning as it passes through my throat, difficult to digest. But there are far more worst things than death, envy and jealousy will slowly strangle the life out of you. When the tentacles of covetousness entangles you like an enormous octopus, your demise is bipart swift or slow and painful. There are some human beings whom nothing brings greater joy or satisfaction to them than to see others fail. 

It's not like they gain anything by hurting you since what you have will never be there's but in their minds they have prevented you from becoming all that you could ever be by taking your life from you. They gain satisfaction from knowing that you have failed. They are myopic, unlearned yet committed to a vague idea that happiness can come from seeing others fail for there will always be men and women greater or lesser than they. The mask of covetousness will spend their entire lives tripping over corpse and unhappy because they cannot see himself from the ground up. He can only visualize what it must be like from the top to where he stands below. 

I often wonder why diabolical people wear mask. Metaphorically the mask supposedly is the false front but there are many people whose real face is worst than the mask they wear. The face of evil cannot be hidden, evil is not a quiet personality or emotion. It likes to gloat and puff it's chest up so that the pacific and the soft hearted can skulk away into obscurity. The mask understands ironically that people are both intrigue and intrepidated by either faces, it engages their senses on a deeper level: they are baffled trying to figure out what is real from which is only an imprint of a mask. 

The truth is not always a loud voice. Sometimes it is silent. It whispers or stands still like a phantom. You cannot get away from the truth. It slowly manifests itself like sun bursting from behind the clouds on a dark, misty morning. The Buddha says there are three things you cannot hide from the sun, the moon and the truth. 

Women from the Jamaican Ghetto

Women where I am from have the same stories. Many times they have the same endings and daughters are prone to make the same mistakes that their mothers made. They had a bright future in mid-teen until they met someone who impregnated them and never looked back. Before they know it,  they have several children for an assortment of men who leave as soon as they are pregnant. 

Girls never learn. It doesn't matter much how beautiful you may think you are, a daughter of the Jamaican working class knows that without any iota of bargaining power or qualities to complement a prospective partner, her chances of finding a fairy tale relationship with a man is just as probable as the next girl. 

The Ghetto woman knows that the more children she has, her value lowers on the relationship market. The older she gets her relationship prospects depreciate. Men value goes up as they get older because they might accumulate a house or wealth. A woman with no education, unemployed and several children will find it harder to convince a man to stick around. She might find someone who loves her but a woman rejected by other men becomes a playing ground from every man she meets. It is one of the reason why men will easily label a woman as a whore because he is by some unseen social contract expected to turn away a woman who   everyone knows has been around the bushel a couple of times. 

Sexual relations in the Ghetto is a laughable business. Venerable diseases will thrive because people often sleep around with each other and before you know it everyone in a particular district are related biologically. Women often believe the men in their districts belong to them and hate on women outside of their area. Some community women see a man's choice of exogamy as indication that he may be dissatisfied with women in his community. 

The ghetto girl knows by social contract that being desired by all men and sleeping with them all is the fastest way to fall off the good girl list. She knows she can never be charitable with her sexual gifts. To be kind with your vagina is to open oneself up to make contempt and disrespect.

 Men will feign interest, be an ingrate to get in the bed with the "kind" girl and then leave faster than he came in. They will

Promise you the world because they know that instinctually you want man for yourself. Men are largely complex creatures, they would like to get into

A woman's clothes the fastest way he can and then dumps her just as fast for sleeping with him so quickly. A girl in the Ghetto has to be smart. She cannot leave her jewels on display got all to see. She has to measure a man and only the most deserving should she risk her love and reputation on.