Let it Be

Since the year of 1963, Ronald McDonald has been serving a magical enterprise to children. And has been marketing to children around the world, to eat happy meals with kid friendly toys, fries, burgers and anything else that was tasty. But many reports have surfaced that more than 500 doctors have placed ads in newspapers discouraging the health side affects of Ronald and his "happy meal". Truth is, the health of American's children is declining. More children are saying "so long" to healthy diet and excercise, and "hello" to psychological, and physical side effects such as: an increased risk, of heart disease, high blood pressure, diabetes, breathing problems and even trouble sleeping (aacap.org/page). But Is just Ronald McDonald alone responsible for this? Absolutely not. In fact the roles that parents, technology and even education systems play are all connected to "eat-for-obesity-marathon-mania". What about iconic figures such as Sant

It wasn't a mistake --- that you went through all that heartache God kept you. God saved you. God wanted you. He always did. And no matter how much pain, torment, loneliness you went through God never left you. He sheilded you for his glory. He painted you pictures only you could understand He was the silk your body fell upon instead of rocks. He healed your heart when it was sick He showed you the most colorful meadows, mountains, sunshines and streams when you shed tears. He was your shield when you fell hard He was your guide when you landed in the unknown. He was your lover when you were alone and needed a kiss. He was always waiting. Always fighting Always calling your name to become one with him This is my story This is me He is my God, my lover, my rock, my everything, my now and forever Is he yours? 

Honestly I think the only entertaining part about American Idol is watching the one's who can't sing. It's good to laugh at people making a fool of themselves. True story. It's much more tv-worthy. What's even more funny is hearing the contestants tell the judges that they really believe that they can sing, when even Jesus knows those suckas don't stand a chance. Don't get me wrong; the show's dozen-or-so finalists who do sing... have some talent. But because American Idol is a show more focused on image than talent, America votes "best personality", instead of "most talented". Yes the image is important but it seems like its the only thing you need these days to sky-rocket your music career. That's why I can't be apart of something so surreal and shallow. I get enough judgement from society telling me I'm not good enough let alone some singing (aka image) competition reality show. People tell me many times that I shou

 Enter my reality  I know I've been away. And thanks for all of you out there (who actually read my blogs). If you read my previous blogs from the past, you know that I'm absolutely IN LOVE with music. Well I'm the same way about dreams. Dreams influence people. It tells us unconsciously what our waking minds are afraid to tell us. Sometimes dreams can be prophetic and most of the times they're very symbolic. As the rapper Tupac once said: "Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real". He nailed it with that statement. It's so true. It's hits my heart to the very core, because dreams are an extension--- a vision or message that God is trying to tell us about. My phone rang around 3:20 pm and it scared the sh*t out of me. I woke up almost jumping out of my bed. Some dream I had. It was my brother calling to tell me to come pick him up from school. I'm bracing myself as I speak. It was creepy, almost lucid and of course some symbolic state t

I get so frustrated because I have all these ideas in my head and too many of them never reach this piece of paper. I try so hard to make sure this doesn't happen -- that my ideas don't get separated from this important idea that I call paper. But sometimes things, time, business... life gets in the way. The bad thing about technology is there's always some chaos going inside of it it. Computers will always make some mistake, sometime, somewhere. There's going to be some annoying error hitting up the machine every once in a blue moon. But paper has been faithful to me before the day I was born. It's been here for centuries catering world wide to one generation after the next. I've never had problems with it. It's fast easy, convenient and I know AND am for sure that deep in my heart, it's always gonna be there for me. Let's just say (and hope not) my laptop gets some horrific virus. The world shakes and anarchy begins between my frustration a

So I have the weirdest, most epics dreams known to man. (at least I think I do). Not to brag but I love to sleep. I love to dream. I think it's amazing how our brains are still connected to the world in some way--- in some existence even when our bodies our resting.  I believe the human brain is the strongest muscle out there. It connects us to spiritual, physical, mental, and emotional truths. Anything is possible. The brain can absorb an endless amount of information, memories and stories. It's got a mind of it's own. It owns us. So what happens when our dreams are trying to tell us things we need to know? Do we listen? Do we keep a memory/dream book of all our dreams? The earliest dream I remember was when I was around 5 years old and it was in the early to mid 90's. I dreamt that I was walking in my bedroom and all I could remember after that was a demon trying to conjure me to follow him. Its eyes were white, and it had a black mask and cape like Darth Vader. I