Brand-ODE
DESTinY
Standing alone cold precious stone.
In black and white dates clearly shown.
Date of entry til date of mourn.
Destiny unknown.
Seven billion soon to be eight yet one man’s impression lingers so late.
Character, will, mind and soul shaped, shifted, made whole.
That protected core tested evermore.
Whipped by life resisting curious form.
Bent to suit from the day you’re born.
Minds captured, malnourished who determines who will flourish?
Life just above the breadline, that’ll do.
A paycheque from disaster, make it two.
Servile fawning of a particular few.
Democracy through and through.
And yet!
These are the halcyon days for sure.
Imagine our forefathers faces if we could trade places.
I can hear them now.
Must we take one from another on distant planets alone.
Let each contemplate what is already known.
Beyond Earth there is no other creed, class, colour.
All we have is each other.
Your passport is Life.
Currency; kindness and contribution.
Awaken creativity work a peaceful revolution.
For there is only one date shown on your precious stone.
Date of entry they have yet to mourn.
Breath inside, time onside, destiny better known.
Stream of Consciousness
Brando
Seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness and all things shall be added unto thee.
Matthew 6:33
You are more powerful than you can possibly imagine.
God is Life.
Life is within.
Emerson
Follow your intuition.
We lie in the lap of immense intelligence.
Emerson
As I consciously raise my frequency.
I frequently see, all that I am meant to be.
My destiny.
You are destined for greatness.
Don’t wish it was easier.
Wish you were better.
Jim Rohn
Don’t wish for less problems.
Wish for more skills.
Jim Rohn
Work hard on your job and you’ll earn a living.
Work hard on yourself and you’ll earn a fortune.
Jim Rohn
Today is an opportunity to make a dream become a reality.
Eric Thomas - The Hip Hop Preacher
Today matters.
You matter.
Why not me?
Why not now?
The rose beneath my window makes no reference to former roses or to better ones.
They exist with God today.
Perfect in every moment of their existence.
Emerson
There is no time to the shark.
The time is now.
Don’t delay.
Reprogram your mind.
Elevate your consciousness.
Mind.
Fuck.
Yourself.
Do not ask for permission.
You need no secondary testimony.
Embrace the chaos.
Success is something you attract by the person you become.
Jim Rohn
Be and it will come.
Patience.
The seeds you plant need time to germinate.
Thoughts are electric.
Feelings magnetic.
Visualise.
Feel.
Attract.
Don’t chase your dreams.
Manifest them.
Your practice should be spiritual, not mechanical.
Emerson
Dream big.
Act fast.
Fuck you I won’t do what you tell me.
Life.
The kit gloves are off.
This is bare-fuckin-knuckle stuff.
Hunt and hustle.
Those whom the Gods destroy they first make angry.
Today is the cause for which there will be a subsequent effect.
You are more deserving
more prepared
more ready today
than ever before.
Able bodied, born in the 21st century, in a first world country, amidst the technological revolution.
Zero. Fuckin. Excuses.
Classics
Maxi Jazz
Spirituality and Men - London 2001
As every drop of an ocean contains within it the same qualities as that ocean.
That means that within you, the same power, the force, the same beauty and intelligence that exists within Mother Nature, exists within you.
… and the trick is to believe in it.
Emerson
Trust thyself!
Every heart vibrates to that iron string. Accept the place the divine providence has found for you,the society of your contemporaries, the connection of events.
Great individuals have always done so and confide them self childlike to the genius of their age.
Betraying their perception knowing the absolute trustworthy is seated at their heart, working through their hands, predominating in all their being.
The power which resides in you is new in nature and none but you know that which you can do until you have tried.
Ezekiel 25:17
The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men.
Blessed is he who in the name of charity and goodwill shepards the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother’s keeper and the finder of lost children.
And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers.
And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.
Epilogue to Beaumont and Fletcher's Honest Man's Fortune
Man is his own star; and the soul that can
Render an honest and a perfect man,
Commands all light, all influence, all fate;
Nothing to him falls early or too late.
Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,
Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
‘If’ by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies;
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, and yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; if you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster and treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, if all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, and—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
UTTERANCES of DIVINITY
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