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Weary

I woke up today energized.  Well almost energized. And I got on the path to determination. I’m trying not to procrastinate so determination is all I have left in me at the moment. 

I handled most of my business and the heat started to begin (feels like summer has officially started☉🌼) and I started to head back. I don’t know if it was the heat that got to me or the troubles on my mind. But I started to feel weary. To be made tired. I  still finished getting some more info. And I delayed some things for a better time.

I decided to take a nap. Well really I wasn’t sure if it was a nap or and all dayer (this isn’t a real word I just like the sound of it). But when I awoke I expected to feel bad or at least the same. And for some reason I didn’t. I feel lil off balance but ultimately my mind is thinking about better days. 

I’m working on continuous improvement. I’m believing in a higher power and I’m focusing on love. 

C. L Cunningham 

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Oh happy day 

It’s Sunday so I awoke to some praise and worship music 🎶🎧. 

I’m feeling pretty good and blessed. Too blessed to be stressed. I took all night to think and watch the stars. I was up till around 3am or later. I don’t remember. But it’s a process to say the least.  To walk in the glory of the most high. I almost forgot what this felt like.

To let go and let God. 

The sun is shining. The birds are actually singing and I’ve been set free to feel it’s beautiful embrace. 👐

HAPPY Sunday beautiful creatures! Enjoy this life (it’s yours)

C.L Cunningham 

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Is it coming? 

Political stances and FBI probes.  Are  these enough to change our laws? How many tapes and statistics are needed when there is an out cry of outrage?

We the people want changes.  We want solutions and we want our leaders undivided attention on social issues that matter to us. 

A dawn of a new day is awakened.  In Jehovah God we trust. YAWEH is waiting. It’s on our currency but is it in our hearts?

How many more senseless acts of refusal will it take for the walls to fall and freedom actually to ring? Balance between the harmonies of the powers that be. Change is coming and I hope it’s for the better. 

C. L CUNNINGHAM 

Hopeful ☄

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It was all a dream pt.2

Mr.Big shot walks over to staircase and smiles a Chester Cheetos smile. Trying to stay cool and look unamused I smirk and say “where have ya been all my life big head?”

He gets his bass in his voice and says “who you calling big head? Your head is bigger than mine”. I instantly begin to laugh loud. A little too loud. Trying to not look completely foolish I offer him a hit of my smoke. He tells me “nah I’m good ” and reaches for my hand.

Me being me I slap it away and say “stranger danger, where are you trying to take me?” He looks at me sideways like he’s not used to hearing no and points upward. I’m thinking “he’ll no, not upstairs we’re not”. But I instead say “oh” “well put out your hand again then.” This time he laughs and replies “f*** that”. Both laughing I grab his arm and stand up.

He’s much taller in person and less intimidating than I imagined. I step to the side and say “lead the way ol wise one”. Shaking his head he leads me upstairs to a quiet room. The room has big curtains on the wall and fancy crap all around it. I keep my elbows in as if I’m a child on a field trip to the museum. 

He must see that I’m a little uncomfortable and ask what’s wrong. A little embarrassed I say “well you’ve got some pretty expensive stuff in here. He shakes his head vigorously. “Not my sh**, I rented the house for the party.” 

Feeling a little better I say “well what if I break something?” He responded “if you break it I bought it, so try not to break sh**” I give him a soldier salute and say “sir, yes sir”. We both laugh and he motions for me to sit on the couch. 

Now if this was high school I would’ve belly flopped on that thang. But since it isn’t my smart ass sits in the chair next to the couch. He makes a face and ask “so you scared of me”. I reply “oh yeah buddy, I done heard all the media gossip and the jury is out and they say you a hoe”. He looks me straight in the eyes and says ” I am, but I’m not trying to be tonight.”

I think oh wow the one time he should be he’s not going to be…great just my luck.

C.L Cunningham 

To be continued….

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Questions 

I seen a vlog yesterday and the man spoke of moments where you have a epiphany. And he spoke about higher senses of self. Or third eye awakening. He has a pretty cool take on the universe.Infinate Water vlog has been helping me think different from my regular kind of dreary self motivating self. 

Well today I had a thought or epiphany. What is the universal governmental forces? And it lead me to a letter recomposed from a website siting Albert Einstein as the author. It was a letter wrote to his daughter that had passed on at the age of three. I don’t know if it was written before or after her death because I didn’t research it. Honestly I didn’t question it’s authenticity in the moment. 

I just read it.

It talked about how the universe or planet earth (can’t remember which ) could heal itself with love. And then it said that if E=Mc2 then love was the speed of light times two. 

So I said to myself “what is the speed of light? I got a parameter ideal which consisted of two different numbers. Got an answer for each and then times them together. 

What I got was a big ass number in miles 7.62101251E+23 m/s. (I’m not sure if the math is right.)

If Love ❤️ is the driving force of life to the point that it’s an gigantic number to measure,then why isn’t everyone doing it? We are…..

Doing it I mean. We love everything. But are the things that we’re loving killing us? Our spirits, our hopes,our dreams…

For a long time I thought suicide was the answer for all my pain. Suicide is one of our best used tools. We use everything to kill ourselves and call it living. 

I’m slowly finding out that the way I’m living is causing my energy to slowly snuff out of this planet. Almost like letting my light not shine anymore. I said months ago that I wanted to love more. Thank God and the universe for continuously showing me the way to live in love and light because I can sometimes get off track. 

C.L Cunningham

Just traveling my path

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Is it real?

I tend to think in scientific ways and imagine different ideals. I like movies that go beyond the galaxy in thinking. I’m saying this because I like to test the ability to do certain things.

Like the movie The Last Airbender the ability to move air and earth. Maybe even things with your mind or hands etc etc. I was so excited to do some research and find exercises to do some of those things. I don’t know it will fully work but how exciting to try fun and cool scientific thinking.

What’s more enlightening than abstract or creative thinking. The imagination is one of our best tools according to creative thinkers. So have fun think outside the box and imagine the coolest stuff you can!

Love n light

C.L Cunningham 

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Tranquil 

Wind blown hair and a breezy attitude

 Soft skies and rolling hills 

Seagulls that call out love songs in the dusk..
Work that can’t be put off

Phones that can go on vibrate 

Sand between the toes and a moist air

It’s so beautiful here that it almost seems unfair…
Imagination paradise with a zen attitude as relaxation awaits 

Focused on thoughts that bring peace

Even if it’s only for a moment.. it’s a piece tranquility at home.
C.L Cunningham