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New Year New You


Love comes from the most unexpected places
Its just FaceBook they will say
They aren’t my REAL friends they will add
They don’t matter…
I have to laugh at that thought
Love surrounds us
Whether it is physically tangible or not
I was reminded of that fact yesterday
Love never leaves us
It flows in and out of our being…every day
It isn’t just Facebook…
Its an opportunity
An opportunity to do better
By being better
So if it is just this or that to you…
Perhaps that is because that is all you want it to be
In which case…welll you get what you emit
To me it is family…
I love the people in my circle
If I found you offensive or malicious
Toward me or my family…
You would know….bc we would no longer be connected here
So January 5th is the start of my New Year
I hope yours is filled with beginnings
The start of a romance…with yourself
Where YOU matter…as much to YOU
As you matter to me
As for my tribe…
‪#‎NineTribe‬
We will roll into the new year…
Doing what we do best
Reminding you…all of you…‪#‎NoMatterWhat‬
You
Are
Not
Alone
I love you all…

Be You


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Never apologize for being who you are
There will be those who will not appreciate it
There will be those who fail to understand it
There will be those who need to criticize
Ridicule
Demean
and That is a shame
But that is their issue
Not Yours
You can never be Too Kind
There may be people who take advantage
And that is okay, too
They are only showing you who they are
So you can figure out what you do not need in your life
You can never love too much
But there will be those who aren’t ready for love that deep
Too often we come across people
Whose souls have been broken
And they need time to absorb
The beautiful people that they were meant to become
Make no apology for who you are
And who you become…
As long as you can sleep at night
With your choices that day
You can’t ask for more
Shine on…
For there will be a balance to who you are
The Yin to your Yang
And in that…
All the speed bumps in your life
Will be well worth it…
Be Love…

Gentlemen Can we Talk?


Gentlemen, Can we talk?
Children are our most valuable commodity
We are raising some one else’s Mom and Dad
This is useful information…
Father’s…you have a very large responsibility
The relationship that you create with this child
Will mold him/her into the adults that they will become
Don’t fill their lives with empty spaces or promises not intended to keep
Show him/her how responsible loving men should behave
No matter the relationship that you have with their mother
Remember you are teaching your sons…
How to be Dads…
Showing them how to be strong and yet, tender
You are creating a blueprint for your daughters…
She will look for YOU in every man that she meets…
Be that GOOD man…open and honest…loving and kind
Be the kind of father that they both deserve…
Love your children…give them random hugs and kisses…
Guide them…don’t lead them
Offer them the benefit of your experience and be open to the idea that they may not agree…
Open the floor for discussion
Remember when it’s your way or the highway…
You might be the one hitchhiking.

Peace be yours!

No Mountain


No Mountain

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At the end of this cycle of life…being right should not be as important as being kind.

We get such a small window of opportunity to get things right…not necessarily in conversation, but in action. We have this one single instance where what we say and how we say it, can really matter. We have this one chance to think and do…beyond ourselves. Today is the day when we get to make our mark…or leave marks. We can be a blessing to all of humanity or we can be the scar that no one ever wants to talk about

What do you want to leave behind?

What impact are you trying to have?

Are you worried about doing what is right…?

Or more concerned with how your actions will affect you, personally?

Most of the time when we are overly consumed by how a particular situation will touch us…personally

It becomes abundantly clear that our egos may feel they have a great stake in whatever happens.

This is about self.

And we must find a way to try and eliminate ourselves from every decision that is made, for the betterment of all things. For instance, we may want all children to have water to drink…but when we think that by giving them all a small glass of water…it could possibly take away a drink that you may want to have…we may try and rethink our idea of what is now, for the greater good of all. We may even come to the misguided conclusion; that our glass of water would hardly be missed…by children whom do not really have a lot to drink anyway. In this analogy what we have done is made an acceptable excuse for our greed.

How often in our lives do we do this?

How often do we take a solution and determine its merit, based on how it may or may not affect us?

Another great example of this is donating to charity.

During the holidays we may hear of celebrities and public figures donating time and energy to soup; kitchens…and while we may all agree that it is a selfless act; what if I told you that they only agreed to do this volunteer wok…if they would receive media attention for doing so…or at least be mentioned as a contributor.

How do you feel about that?

It is true that the homeless and the hungry may benefit from the extra help…but was it done for selfish reasons?

Does that matter?

Why? Or why not?

How we perceive ourselves has much to do with how we are received.

Are you THE most important thing in this life, or just your life?

There is nothing wrong with loving yourself…we all should fully appreciate who and what we are.

And hopefully, at the end of our tour here on earth…we can say with complete honesty…I gave my all. We just need to try and see if that is actually true.

If the purpose of doing what you do is to get that self-gratifying pat on the back…is our intention pure? Or is there a malicious intent attached to it?

We might actually be surprised at the thought, no idea that by thinking outside of ourselves…that we might actually do more good for others; with the fact that when our intentions are clear…the benefits will also come right back around to us.

Love is a self-generating light. We were born with this gift; the ability to love, just for the sake of being loving. When we do things out of the mere kindness of our hearts; we can clearly see how we are benefitted.

Should you matter? Of course.

Because in matter…we all play a part.

Often, we allow others to gear us up; with talk about what we deserve and what we should have. And we will arm ourselves with this false sense of entitlement; leaving us with a feeling of hopelessness. We may think that the reason this didn’t work out, for us, is because the odds weren’t in our favor.

But what if you were told that the only reason it didn’t work is because of the large part that you gave to yourself?

What if the only reason your great plan didn’t work…is because you spent so much time giving yourself credit…and not enough time humbling yourself?

We are, many times, under the misguided impression that because we have struggled with this or that; we no longer need to be gracious…

But is that the TRUTH?

How can one measure when humility is no longer needed?

Should we not be more concerned about the idea; that perhaps we are not thankful enough?

When do we question our higher power?

When we won the lottery?

When we got our dream job?

When we find unexpected money?

Not usually.

But we do have a tendency to question what in the universe is going on…when our lives seem to be going downhill.

Gratitude and humility walk hand in hand.

They are the sounds heard as the wave’s splash against the rocks.

They are the sound of crickets chirping.

They are the visual collective cornucopia of humming birds suspended in mid-flight.

They are the found in the laughter of children.

Be grateful; and don’t fear that in that gratitude you will be lost or forgotten.

Try and understand that no moment is promised.

Instead of competing with another person…work on being the better part of yourself.

The self that learned from his/her mistakes or short comings. Acknowledging that does not mean you are not good enough; but that you are evolving and constantly improving on yesterday’s idea of who you were.

This is not a flaw, for knowing that you aren’t perfect…is a part of what is perfect about you.

You can cleanse your soul…simply by purging what didn’t work yesterday.

And remember that it isn’t necessarily the actions that were the problem; because often it is just how we felt while doing it.

Your thoughts can blanket your good deeds like pollution…or emphasize it like the glorious rainbow. A rainbow never argues the fact that it is not as straight as it might like to be…yes, in its imperfection…it is perfect.

A rainbow cannot be housed or contained…

Allow your loving spirit to do the same…

Just allow yourself to be

Breathe

Smile

Laugh

Give yourself permission to be less than what the world may perceive to be perfect…enjoy it.

And remember when you try anything…with a little kindness…there is no mountain that you cannot climb.


Rape Is Rape

 

I wanted to take a moment to share with you our conversation about Rape.

Nadiyah and I were amazed at some of the statistics about rape, yes, but more disappointed in the overall conversation about rape…on FaceBook.

We hope you enjoy the show…let us know what you think!!

 

Rape Is Rape 07/14 by My Rays of Light Radio | Family Podcasts.

The Truth


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The Truth

In 2014, one year ago today.

Over 200 African girls were kidnapped while at school

The world seemed to gasp in fear and disbelief

But slowly, other new stories flogged our air waves

And eventually the thought of those innocent children

Would begin to fade away

We became concerned about Ebola

We mourned the death of Robin Williams

We became suspicious of Bill Cosby

Bobbi Kristina’s life became a headliner

And the United States was devastated by the Ferguson injustice

But in the meantime in AFRICA

The families of these 200 girls

Pleaded

Cried

Screamed

And missed

200 Missing school girls

To the media…possibly

They were just a number to be read

Perhaps they were just a statistic to be reported

Just another story to try to destroy

Our spirit

It made me weak every time I read about them

Were they even alive

We asked 6 months later

And a year later…

The chatter about their lives

Has stopped

As if these beautiful girls didn’t deserve more than

A few months of discussion

The media says we cannot handle more than one

Strong news story at a time

The media says we shouldn’t care AS MUCH

For people that do not live next door

And that would be the problem …wouldn’t it?

We rarely REALLY care about the children next door

Our thoughts are tied up in us

How we feel

Our situation

Our Pain

Our disappointments

Just think of how loved we would feel

If our Creator only thought of the needs needed for him/her

Where would the LIGHT come from

How would the LOVE change?

If we could start to think differently

Our reality would drastically evolve

And we wouldn’t have to be fed hand outs

From the news outlets

We could genuinely care about women mourning the loss of their daughters

Without judging their way of life

Without deciding all that she could have done better

If we could achieve personal harmony and peace

We could just hold the hand of one of those mothers

Look her in the eyes…

And say…I know

I know you are hurting

I know your heart is breaking

I know you feel all alone

And if you are able…

Look at her as a sister

Love her…without expectation

You might be surprised at how that love

Comes barreling back at you

I cannot imagine

What is was like to live with the horror

That those families have had to endure

And no matter what anyone says

No one deserved that fate

Seek answers… NO

Seek THE TRUTH

You Matter


You Matter

You matter

To the hundredth degree

You matter to you

And also to me

Your life in itself

Is an unrealized dream

You give life and love

To people not yet seen

You matter I tell you

Every breath that you take

Is encouragement to another

And the decisions they will make

You matter because simply

I have been there too

Lost, lonely, abandoned

Sometimes battered and bruised

You matter to me because

You will give someone else hope

Sometimes that’s all it takes

To remove a neck from the rope

You matter because today

Someone will here your tale

About how you didn’t give up

How you refused to fail

You matter always because

You survived sometimes brutal pain

If just to walk away and share how

One life is able to sustain

You matter to me my friend

I want to share you with the masses

Encouraging them to step up

Remove the rose colored glasses

Yes, you knew torment

I have felt the same

You are not a statistic

Tell the world your name

Walk ahead and prosper

You were meant for a brighter place

Show them your strength

It’s written all over your face

You matter my love

Because you survived and are here

Furthering my plea

Our Creator is always near

You matter my friend

And I’m so glad that you did

You walked to the head of the class

When others might have hid

You matter like family

I’m so glad that you escaped

And by doing so you helped

Others learn their way

You matter to the world

Because you would not hide away

You did nothing wrong

We’re so glad that you stayed

You matter to us all

So I hand the baton to you

So you can tell another

How much they matter too

~LM Young

My Rays of Light Radio

To My Sister


To My Sister

 

 

I was thinking about the day the Doctor told me I had Cervical Cancer.

The ground shifted under my feet; did she say Cancer? No, there must be a mistake. I just went in for a checkup a few days before…life was normal. Did she say cancer? No, she has me confused with someone else. Things like this don’t happen to me.

I must have looked at her like she was speaking in a foreign language, because she just looked back and didn’t utter a word. I felt her touch the top of my hand…I snatched it back, as if she sent an electric charge through my skin.

No, don’t console me. She was wrong. Do I look like a cancer patient? No. I do everything right. I am kind to people. I watch what I eat. I exercise. I pray. Things like this aren’t supposed to happen to people like me. I kept muttering to myself…what did I do wrong? I spoke a little too loudly. She responded as if I were asking her the question. She said there is often no explanation as to what causes a woman to start producing cancerous cells. Did she say cancer, again? I shook my head in disbelief…will someone make her stop saying that?

She asked if someone was with me, because we needed to discuss treatments.

Of course no one was with me…this was just a checkup, I thought to myself. Treatment, did she say treatment? Ummm, how do we get rid of it? I asked softly.

She smiled. “Why was she smiling?”

There is no cure for cervical cancer. No cure?

Okay, yeah, I knew that. Breathe…don’t forget to breathe. Do not pass out. I asked her, “Why do I have Cancer”? She gave me the generic, “there is no way to know why exactly”. She went on about genetics, diet, and other contributing factors, but wrapped it up by telling me that it may be none of the above. Why did I ask dumb questions? I knew all of this.

“Wait, am I going to die?” I almost couldn’t see her expression, blinking through my own tears. We are going to try and get it under control before we have to think about that.

Try? Breathe…don’t forget to breathe, Wait, don’t breathe too hard…you are going to start hyperventilating. It’s going to be okay, but you have to get a grip on your emotions, right now.

She started telling me that she wanted to try and freeze the cells…but the disease was too progressive. We have to do a biopsy; to see exactly what we are dealing with. My mind started spinning. How did I get to this place?

Two weeks before, I was in a car accident. For the most part, all of my injuries seemed superficial. My face was severely bruised, so much so, that on my first doctor’s visit; the nurse asked me if I was a domestic violence victim. Both of my eyes were black and blue. My face was swollen, and my lip was cut open, too. There were bruises on my thighs, ribs, and across both of my breasts.

It was the bruising on my breasts, which prompted me to visit my OB/GYN. I wanted make sure there were no lumps or anything like that since I hit the dashboard so hard.

The Doctor asked me if I wanted a pap smear while I was there. I can recall thinking, no. But for whatever reason, I said yes.

Two weeks later, there I was…living with cancer. My doctor said there was no telling how long I had actually had it. She said it could have been dormant in my system for a while, and the accident could have jarred something in me…causing it to spread.

How could I go home and explain everything that my doctor just told me? I had Cancer. I kept saying it over and over again as I got in the car. I thought if I said it enough, by the time I got home, I would be able to say it without crying.

I decided, instead of going straight home, I would go to see you. I needed a safe place to go, where I could fall apart…just for a minute. I just needed a minute. I kept praying all the way to your apartment…please, God…let me have this one minute.

I barely remember you answering the door. I just remember falling into you. You were confused. You kept touching my face, looking for a new injury. You were talking so fast that I couldn’t answer you. My mouth wouldn’t move. Finally, I told you that my doctor said that I had Cervical Cancer, and I just fell apart.

You kept saying NO…over and over again. You were crying so hard; I could no longer determine who was consoling whom. I told you that unless the treatments worked, before it started spreading further, I might die. Somehow, you mustered up all of this strength and told me that was NOT going to happen.

You were an angel to me in that moment. You went with me to tell mom. It was no longer me having Cancer, but us having it. During the entire ordeal, your faith and strength never wavered; you continued to be the glue that kept me together.

You were my anchor during every pivotal moment in my life. You encouraged me, laughed with me, and let me lean on you.

And then there was silence.

I don’t think I ever thanked you enough. I don’t think I ever told you I loved you…enough. I will regret that for the rest of my life. I will regret everything we didn’t do, and all things we didn’t get a chance to say.

I love you…and I know you are living pain free so I know I must sound selfish…I am sorry.

I just miss you so much…

 

Love,

Me

 

The Essence of Child Abuse


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The Essence of Child Abuse

The love of a child grows deep and strong from the day they arrive into this world. They cry for you, they hug you, they snuggle with you and they love you deeply. At any time and place you as a parent can do no wrong. How long can that continue until they realize they are not receiving the love they expel?

Why does one abuse their children? Why do people feel it is a necessary component for discipline? Can abuse be a good thing? There are so many aspects of abuse that should be explored; the possible said good and bad.

There are a child’s view and an adult view on the topic. As a child there is pain on levels of not feeling loved, feeling hated, not worth living, bad, incompetent, and stupid. Some children become determined and enraged where the amount of…

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Essence of Inanna

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As I write with the essence of Inanna I must elaborate on all aspects of her beauty. Her beauty resonates through war, procreation, and love. She is celebrated during the Spring seasons representing life and new growth for fertility and food.  Being the goddess of life, she is also connected to healing. This particular entry will focus on her essence of healing and health.

Using the very food that grows during her Spring and Autumn seasons, I will bring forth thoughts and ideas on how food can heal. As the goddess of war she must also be physically fit, strong body and mind. Today food, herbs, and exercise will be exploited to show you through the goddess how to live a long and healthy life.

Let’s begin with the very basic concept, the food pyramid.  The food pyramid today from the USDA http://www.choosemyplate.gov/food-groups/downloads/MyPyramid_Getting_Started.pdf  shows that the amount of meat…

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