To be with what is actually occurring is to be present for each moment. If this isn’t where you live from then you are living your life in a place that doesn’t exist…


It is everyone’s obligation to pass love onto every person who they interact with, not in the form of a belief or concept, but in the form of an open heart; a heart without judgement....

To attach to “I” is to struggle with life, to be the love of I Am is to be free of the struggle. Because of our conditioning this struggle will only cease when we learn the prayer of Now and be the love of I Am.


The judging you do of yourself and others is just part of your Conditioned Thinking. You don’t think anything that isn’t a part of it, it all comes from within simply because it’s what’s there…


When you want the arisen moment different, you want its perfection to be changed, but even if it is changed most times it’s not enough. If you’re not careful, you can spend your entire life trying to change what’s already perfect.


The mind will only settle when there is silence. You cannot do anything to be silent, it arises from itself. When the intellectual mind stops seeking, the internal urging settles in its own silence….


Many have a belief that God is love, but if this is truly investigated one may become aware that God needs the story of love to exist, but love doesn’t need the story of God to exist.


One’s entire life hinges on a single attached thought; the next moments unfolding is from here. Learning to skillfully see this so the attachment is at a minimum determines how the next moment unfolds…


A mind that’s conditioned is a mind that has preconceived ideas which are based on a sense of self, and because it’s conditioned as so there’s no space between one’s thoughts to see what’s truly going on.


A higher vibrational energy has to be understood before the bondage of self which is a lower energy is truly let go of. You can then reach your true potential to be an instrument of love instead of an instrument of a selfish lower energy.

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My great grandfather was a Slave

My grandfather was a Native

My grandmother was a Bantu

My mother was a kaffir, Nigga, Negro

Names imposed by shackles

But an Afrakan I am

An identity my forefathers were deprived of


An identity I am now polluting with the fumes of cigarettes

In dope I am giving it another face

In ecstasy I am giving it a comical image

My drunken stupor gives it an unstable belonging

My borrowed accent contradicts what it represents

My imitated dress code conceals its beauty

My adopted religion undermines my intellectual prowess

My language deafens my ancestors

My values are valueless

My mind is discriminatory

It repels anything indigenous

Whilst absorbing all that is alien

None can identify with me

Even those I am emulating

Patriotism I reserve for my kind

I look down at my patriots

If I were xenophobic

I could have been my own victim

I pride myself in my slanted inferior education

An education promptly deleting my true history

Ignorance is my custom

I am dreaming dreams my forefathers cannot interpret

I am singing praise songs for my dying culture

I am branding a heritage

I cannot inherit

Knowledge of freedom is embedded in my subconscious

But suppressed by fear

Fear to develop my culture and identity

Fear to be rejected by the world

Fear to be different and still love myself

Yet with no identity I remain

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