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Color; Green.

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags on October 20, 2014 by ichas8440

ICHAS8440.Graphics.ColorGreen.2014Tension, rising. Attitudes, colliding.  I looked, she sighed. Cause of the friction, way too many personal contradictions.  I drove, she rode, still.  Convo had been slowed.  And the pulse…  They beat.

As time passed she suggested we change the direction we had settled into, but.  My response was, “I don’t hear you because your words are green”.  She was stumped but this was merely a momentarily lapse because her mind was quick, allowing.  No, she wouldn’t support the use or association of such a word when defining her.  Better to use the word, “affording” because she’s definitely One in complete charge of all her facilities and.  She shot back.  “Oh, I get it, you got jokes.  Here’s mine.  Oh, you wanna speak to me but when I have something to say, suddenly you are struck with selective amnesia, but.  Your mental lapse is not recognizable by me because.  I can’t hear your green voice uttering green words because.  Like you said, everything is green.  This car, green, driving down a green highway, leading us into a world that’s also; green. But.  I can’t tell because everything is…  Green.  Those trees you just thought you passed, weren’t really there even though you thought they were because.  How can you confirm anything when everything is.  Color Green.  The Plane falling out the sky, look, it’s right there.  Can you see it? Look, right over there.  Oh, my bad, how can you see it when the sky is green too.  Like the green trees lining this green four lane green road we’re traveling on.   A green plane, outta control, falling out of a green sky filled with green puffy clouds.  Hummm, really you don’t see or know anything so.  Why even ask you to stop because.  Well, why?  Can’t get out even if you did because the door handles are green and a green door handle attached to a green door I just can’t see because.  You probably can’t see it either and even if I did reach for it, my hand is green and I wouldn’t even know if I was reaching for something because.  This whole place is green and nothing can be distinguished from anything.”

Exercise in futility?  Nothing worth engaging is senseless from where I observe. Goal?  Reach One because, I am The One.  To sit back, marvel in what is based on what was, isn’t such a memorable sight.  More so when the Star shares a Bloodline.  It’s said that knowledge is power but.  What is always omitted is the completion of this phrase.  Knowledge is always in possession of someone, a body if you will.  Collectively knowledge can be amassed and stored in a vault way up in the sky, as in “The Cloud” concept.  Safety assumed and then, much like Celebs and their spicy private pics miraculously going viral.  all because someone with more knowledge than them, capable of accessing supposedly locked Cloud Storage sites, revealing what was thought to be, secretly kept from others and.  Knowledge wasn’t so “knowledgeable or secured”.

The point of this explanation is to illustrate that power, applicable power resided in the human psyche’ which is forever flexible to the point of realizing knowledge isn’t that powerful but.  He or She who possesses such knowledge is.  Knowing power is knowledge but only in the collections of people to the point that…  Power in the hands of an idiot guarantees one thing.  Exposure to those unaware ofa world headed into chaos.  Now you know the importance of…  Others in another’s life.

The terms “Irreconcilable Differences/Cruel Inhumane Treatment” and the colorful adjectives that keep flowing when One is stuck on superior stupidity is not.  I say, isn’t progressive to growth, but.  This and the constant reciting of such phrases is a by-product when anyone refuses to recognize and accept their shortcomings.  It’s part of the process of “The Blame Game” created by those much more Crafty in order to…  Cement the impenetrable walls used to guarantee division between He and She.  Denial, is what most of this posturing spawns from and.  Is a psychological process my ‘lil One can easily identify, which.  Is why the more adults need to recognize and refine their own focus.  Taking heed as in the sense of knowing why…  Why One is; much of the time really ‘ucked up.  So many keep failing at even the basic levels of communications between He and She and.  They get mad at me for having more than they’ve concluded should be my share.  Really.

Drifting as I do when wanting to find clarity, injection into another’s menagerie is easily achieved. Oh, you didn’t know I dealt in wild animals? My bad, thought I told y’all I’m One of many skills, but.  Everybody, everyone seeks to belong to a social order and when seeing another not of that order, looks shot back will.  Always be of personal contempt.  When I’m confronted with such looks, I don’t grin and accept it but know this is standard “M.O.” for those residing in a zoo or.  Those falling out of a green sky.

FOLK making up the unions between He and She seem to think everything is quantifiable.  Easily identified, isolatable and made to fit into whatever section, area or container chosen.  When accepting another into One’s world there’s a strong desire to down play what makes the One happy while attempting to soothe the other over who is…  The cause of the “Hot Pursuit” in the first place.  This is the result of believing once the conquest has been made, the dominate One will maintain domination over the…  One caught up in the “impressions” signifying true love.  Big mistake cause when real love is on deck, domination is not in the equation.  Also something that is usually missed is; when you have to “soothe” One over you really aren’t their “Object of Desire” like they’ve and you’ve made yourself out to be.

Still in “Drift Mode” clarity becomes brighter.  A duality is created allowing for One to…  Move further ahead where metaphorically One can look down those side alleys not given personal glimpses into.  It is within these private confines where another can be seen clearly.  If viewing correctly the realities are mind altering.  One becomes acutely aware of why another does what they do and why they’ve refused access to such areas in the first place.  Snooping?  Nope merely taking advantage of what One knows so that the connection to another can be better.  Besides, these places kept from One is where the real resides in the consciousness of those encountered.

In this expansive state of mind it becomes apparent…  Obvious that those rhetorical terms and legal phrases are said because “somebody” has assumed they’ve been swapped out and.  Something else has eclipsed them within their primary relationship.  Usually this something is another’s Job.  Jobs, favorite excuse when One is staying away from home.  Jobs, the go to reason when sitting down to eat and avoiding or not being in sync with One’s significant other at such a…  Opportune moment in time.  Job, on second thought a good reason when needing an excuse for not being there even when the reality happens to be.  One is probably thinking of the time had with another who’s shown a more attentive interest in.  One.  But.  Whom am I to mind read.  Tamper with another’s thoughts.

Said many times everyone, everything has an expiration date, yet.  Within a union between two and sometimes three and four, this reality shouldn’t become so pronounced.  Why?  Simply because expiration in relations with a job, profession, avocation are two separate entities.  The job means money.  Money doesn’t bring happiness but it sure beat poverty.  If and when One has put so much time at the workplace, avoiding coming home, being home and showing no interest in being together.  Merely signifies something else is happening.  No, a lot of things are happening.  Some mysterious, some so dark and lurking, undefined ‘til.  You just wanna act as if none of it exist.

The Drift, which some call “Remote Viewing” lets One know that everything is not ever all green.  Still, in these depths of awake but somehow, outside the body One can return and let others know that before these clever terms and phrases are slung, One should.  Look deep within before any such conclusion is made as to the actual cause of the absence of One’s significant other.  Also, what should be a consideration and from The Gate, should have been once the unification was established, how and what were two going to subsist off of when…  The actual requirements of a job hadn’t been associated with The Art of actual living which I probably the reasons for all the contempt.

When building for two and this extends again to 2 plus many more cause relationships today are…  Way more extensive than those of yesterday so.  Creating the Utopia said to have been foreseen, everyone has to be on the same page and not uniting based on some frivolous factors of which.  Neither has seen a reason to bring to the table so to speak.  For example, if One is a “Gold Digger” maybe…  Possibly it should be voiced just so the other is aware of some slight mental adjustments that are bound to require adjustment during the immediate future even if just for the emotional toll that is gonna take effect once revealed.  Also, sometimes what isn’t said, should be because the reality may be way different than what has been personally perceived and circulation publicly. Which has probably been the actual reason for the refusal to even consider working through the fiasco within the union itself.  But.  FOLK luv to posture if not for the peace of mind to the self, then.  For that same public who really doesn’t care about what is really going on in another’s life.  ‘Cept.  Except to the extent of mere nosiness.

So many have approached, inclusive of those not welcomed and “Bassed” (spoken without inquiring whether or not their voice wanted to be heard) and apprised me to some facts assumed germane to my life.  “Why were you out in the streets when you have all this knowledge”.  Real Talk, “None of your business”, but where I find myself today, way too many have forgotten to purchase their own supply of business ‘til I know I have enough to share.  I was out there because I wanted everything like everybody else and wasn’t waiting for tomorrow.  The separating factor in me to the we was, I didn’t sell my Soul while being out there.  This allowed for me to retain my life-line to the conscious me.  Affording me the ability to actually face the “Me” in a quest to where as I ever considered the “We”.  This in itself establishes a foundation where no job, profession will every become primary 1 where the “We” is concerned.  As for a Gold Digger in the mix, it’s like this. Someone once told me they had no idea their significant other was so, “willingly towards experimentation” when it came to carnal activities and.  It was all due to not being “willing” to open dialogue with their significant other who.  Had forge ahead, creating a collection of…  Secondary Significant Others who had no repulsion in…  Exploration on a physical plane.  The insight was the fact known as, “A closed mouth won’t be fed”.  When anything is wanted, speak up on it.  Where something is sought and a bind has been tied, securing One to Another, let the other know what’s up.  If the tone isn’t resonating with any clarity as this, thought, position, inclination is tabled, possibly it is the delivery.  This is to say, soften the approach, change the octave to the voice used.

Game, everybody says they have it but.  Most don’t.  To those who step with the words, “Everything in life isn’t always about a game”, keep it movin’.  Those who present this are of the lot always getting caught-up cause they can’t get outta their own way.  Game, is metaphorically injected here.  Split your perception and the beauty of the simple incorporation will shine light where it’s other-wise, a dimly lite world.  When any unification is “Trump” and time passes only to arrive at the juncture where “cruel and inhumane difference” have been the primary expose’ sprouted about.  Something, well a lot of things were at issue from Day One.  Just wasn’t said just as I’ve said.

Psssss; The color is still green but now seeing the distinguishing points of demarcation separating all is easier because.  Individuality signifies Character.  Oh yes, within everyone there’s another level of existence and Character is way different than acquired traits.  Character of One is the portal others fail to see.  I say, look deep, look long because.  In this life, only the strong will survive.  If you are strong, your survival will blossom as you begin to.  See through the seemingly germane colors such as when everything appears; Green.


Human Traffic…

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags on October 1, 2014 by ichas8440

ICHAS8440.Graphics-HT.2014“Traffic occurs when everybody arrives at an interchange and then…Realizing preparations hadn’t been made from the beginning of… One’s venture”.

In the canyon, driving, contemplate my next move and I heard, via the Media, the 1st African American U.S. A.G. “Eric Holder” had served America with his resignation.  This startling revelation occurred about the same time “she”…  Pushed through the concealing trees, directly into my path as I wondered; Who is she and what is she to me.

Alexia, blond, light brown eyes, blouse ripped in a way that doesn’t happen from being snagged by a low branch catching on as One passes.  Strong accent indicates possibly Russian nationality, still.  Knew my language well as she said, “You Black guy, give ride”.  I don’t make it a habit of extending my door, allowing entry to those I haven’t personally vetted.  Even if the “once over” is done from a visual perspective while adding what I already know to determine if I really know.  The traditional maid’s outfit draping her body made me think, “Naw, didn’t quite fit with the face” or…  As I already surmised, that body.  Alexia, hands on my hood, leaning from the passenger’s side of my car gave a commanding presentation. Yes, very skilled and precise in conveying “Non-Vic”; (not a victim so don’t pity me).  From where I sat, what I saw, refreshing.  Especially on a highway canyon.

As she got in, tucked down in a non-conspicuous way saying “Go”, I didn’t have to wait long for her to bring it.  Brought to America by a man who knew a woman who told her, “Go with him to America have better life”, and. She believed.  The Teller of this Tale, Russian obviously, the story, One heard too many times from various foreigners and the nationality didn’t change the version.  Real Africans, many descending from all locales Asia.  Those from Central & South America.  Even Native Alaskans who probably thought they were, safe from such, takings.  I’ve known born and bred Americans who’ve couldn’t believe what their lives had morphed into.  All whisked into another land or state of being and placed at the doorstep of servitude.  A life designed on the beliefs and personal agendas of..  Captor.

The more distance separating her from the point of our inception, the more her English skills became apparent.  Even when in bondage some retain while others are slow in regaining their senses towards ceasing all they can, for the day those acquisitions will serve them best.  For her, in my presence comfort and familiarity in witnessing real kindness demolished the previous cautionary mindset and the impact lead to a smooth riding partner.  Alexia, a battered soul, desperately seeking a way back.  Back to a life minus the enforcement of ways and means oblivious to her.  Thrust into another world with nothing on the menu relevant or psychologically approachable.  All that can be expected under such terms are…  More and more of the same.  Cruelty, harsh realities, a life unwanted.

Alexia dressed as a maid, had been nothing more than a captive sex object to the husband who’s Wifey was cool with the arrangement and looked the other way just as long as…  She didn’t have to submit to whatever Alexia had been condition into accepting.  But, Alexia either wise to the deception or One to had grown into her ability to decipher, saws through the mask and knew Wifey had began to exhibit those same, latent sadistic tendencies as Hubby.  This told her it was only a matter of time before, this cycle of predation became of mutually engaging affair by Hubby and…  Wifey. A convergence of attractions she had no desire of partaking in.

Stopping for fuel, panic set in.  I saw it within her eyes and for some reason, could smell the fear.  So what, I had no though of dropping her off at the nearest Sheriff’s station.  The place we stopped for gas, put us in the same area where “Mitrice Richardson” an African American, last seen in Law Enforcement’s custody ended up dead.  Calming her apprehension the only way I knew how, food was introduced.  Nibbling on snacks, inhaling the sea breeze, waiting for the fuel tank to top off.  Was this a bad calculation on my part as I played “Capt’n Save Ah Ho?”.  Like I’ve said before, I don’t save anybody.  Guaranteeing Life to those who demanded to live and let live.

Gas in, we started off and Alexia discovered her phobias hadn’t been missed by me.  This re-recognition of another who didn’t seek to compromise her sexuality was cause for her pause.  A confirmation she was going to get another chance at life.  Where we were headed wasn’t a factor.  She just needed distance.  When getting away from anything adversarial, the first thought is to bolt. Break wide, make the move to be moved and that’s it.  Everything else, comes in time when there’s time.  Rest or the immediate thought of it, waits.  For now, everything is on automatic as the preparations had been done long ago.  This position is more so relevant when still within “enemies territory”, but.  She reached a mental point and finally allowed her lips to part.  A smile came.  She wasn’t returning to normalcy.  What was occurring was a sense of re-connect.

Most don’t think, just assume enslavement is about race.  Captivation of the weakest.  This is far from the truth.  The taking of another human being is about economics.  Labor is the driving force of the economics of the Enslaver.  When the one caught in the snare of this trap comes in the appearance of an Alexia, in that One’s mind the End Game has always arrived at the same point of conclusion.  A point One doesn’t ever want to accept as the reality, but a condition that’s always on the depth chart.  Usually coming in the sequence of 1 and 2.  Is this a factor of the position One puts themselves in?  No, and why should it be.  This operative factor arises based on the One who dictates power.  They know their position and money will…  Allow them to “have it their way”. Function above the law.  Laws, Rules and Regulations, institutional beliefs everybody is ‘pose to abide by.  Can Human Trafficking be eliminated?  No because there will always be Class distinctions defined, while maintaining a separation between those who have and have no intentions of doing without.  To those who don’t have who want, therefore…  Will be of the mindset continuing placing themselves in the harms-way of those who will exploit the basic nature of human beings.  In a perfect world enslavement wouldn’t be necessary but…  An overused expression employed when others won’t admit to what it is.  She, like others I’ve seen while partaking in parties way up in the “Gated Communities”, those slaving, working under threat of some sort of persecution because they have something in their background or past.  Identified by the Enslaver and…  To others I’ve known who see me in the parks acting as if “they” belong.  Tend to the children of those who have “scared them into submission” as they…  Demand while making them watch the kids as they play, flock, run.  Get messing then run into the arms of the same enslaved who…  Shows compassion and won’t blame the child but.  Attends to the same child as if that child was one of their own.  Compassion, passion for sharing life can appear on various levels.  Same personal consideration I was now displaying towards Alexia.  Did she attempt to use her one relevant “Trump Card” to make sure I’d reciprocate?  She knew enough to recognize that card didn’t need to surface.  This One was way more creative than others I had seen, encounter along this highway where the cargo had always been human.  On her person, cash, and she knew it was King.  She had suffered the indignation long enough and while being the captive, “took” what she’d need to make her ultimate get away.  By my estimation I wasn’t the first car to round the bend which told me, she was crafty.  Intel about others is paramount in anybody’s quest when rise to another level.  The Enslaver had an agenda.  The Wifey, Significant Other who stood back, stating it doesn’t impact them as long as it doesn’t touch them also had an agenda.  That statement, merely deceptive to self.  When you reap any benefits from an activity, legal, illegal.  Insane to “half-way sane, being viewed as sane”, you are as much a part of the victimization as the one leading.

Talking with Alexia I reflected on my own affairs with females who Back-In-The-Day handed me their expiration ticket and moved to go.  The extraction was not ever civil, peaceful or complimenting to either of us.  Some, after reconsidering, maybe for the first time actually examining what we had in relations to what we had become, flipped.  Morphing back into and stayed for another round.  Privately hoping to “re-create” that magic but.  All I needed was a glimpse and I…  Also flipped, reflected and knew it was time.  Time to push on because to stay would only mean a re-surfacing of the conflict that brought us to this point.  A point in which each of us would only be serving some vindictive, revenge lead desire to…  Bring pain to the one assumed to have caused… Pain.  With this realization my mind said, why?  Why would I want to be with anyone who didn’t want to be with me?  Eventually discovering the answer just as I understood why, Alexia’s’ Captor did what they did.  Psychological growth can come when One least expected it and to reduce One’s self to a charity case is way lower than anyone should go.  Alexia had nothing to concern herself with while in my company.  She laid her head back, commented on the Pelicans scanning and skimming along the water and.  Inhaled.

Further up along the Coast and arises another laid back beach community.  Comprised of FOLK who I knew enough about personalities to know there’d be many who would.  Have a boat, after a ‘lil convo would be progressive in their thoughts and offer to provide safe passage outta America for Alexia.  I mentioned it.  She, looked at me and said.  “I not go back to my country, I like here”.  That was enough for me.  She was an adult, fully prepared to make her decision so all I could do was help her in identifying the pros and cons.  Chop them up and give her more to think about.

Dining at the harbor café , her preferences of edibles, Squid that she tried to explain to me was Calamari of which, I still had no desire to eat, and.  Playing with her eating utensils, looking over to the Seals lounging on the buoy bobbing side to side, she…  Begin to smile more and more.  Life at least what she had begun to re-envision was in full bloom now.  She inquired about San Francisco and that’s about the time I…

Captivity cause One to dis-engage to the point that it may appear One is lost in illusion.  This perception of One’s state of being is…  False.  Until you’ve been where One has been don’t think for a minute you can cover them with the blanket you’ve chosen as your own, psychological and emotional warmth.  Despite of what One may have experienced, how you deal with it during and after is based on; What you accept as you.  In the case of Alexia, she’d been tossed, turned, sexed up, down.  Probably introduced to all sorts of deviant…  At least from her point of likes and dislikes with regard to sexual activities, and.  She knew this wasn’t her.  Did she participate or did I even consider the part she played?  Even if I shared with you the length of her captivity those minds starving for excitement.  Wanting to know all the salacious activities, will.  Add the color according to their imaginary film rollin’ in their heads as to the…  Participation level maintained by her so…  Keep imagining.  The fact is, she maintained a sense of dignity despite knowing her friend was the one who introduced her to this terror-dome.  When anyone One knows another who participates in an evil as diabolical as Human Trafficking, One can only question their own sanity in relations to identifying Who’s Who.  Still, those who do and rise again, they…  Have reinforced, personally, that they have what is required to.  Like Alexia, head to San Francisco knowing that a danger is still.  Forever present, but. The presence of danger won’t stop One who intends to live life to the fullest.

This young parent was literally abusing her child while attempting to place the child in a stroller.  I watched and after the incident others inquired of me, “How can you just sit there and let that happen”.  Really…  America, like any society has morphed into something is wasn’t ‘pose to be.  Make a suggestion to a parent whose already demonstrated a violent edge and prepare to be attacked.  As for those fearful ones who observed just as I had, ‘uck em.  People always want another to champion a cause and they know damn well, they ain’t built like that.  Alexia was built like that and I know she knew I was from a similar cloth.  In life everybody is in a rotation.  All that comes within that sphere is meant to be.  Fate?  No, just how life is.  Strong gravitate to situations that challenge.  Weak.  They do what those did at the park, look for a safe way to run their mouths and hope that no one takes offense.

Psssss; Wanna live.  Do something.  Get up off your tired ass and make it happen.  You all who’ve stayed with me have sampled much by way of what I bring.  I’ve enjoyed having you at my table. My goal is simple, provoke inspiration while enhancing One’s psyche’.  Life comes with many Ex Factors.  Ex Factor being what cannot be anticipated or totally prepared for.  The way to deal is to know that being aware doesn’t eliminate nothin’.  It only makes you more knowledgeable to what is.  Then, flexibility becomes, more decisive when thoughts and actions are…  In Vogue.  Please… Enjoy what’s been prepared exclusively for those who wish to dine minus the sideshows.