It’s a Spirit Thang

I have to be careful because if I don’t catch myself I’ll end up losing focus.

I don’t watch much TV but when I get stuck on E!, VH1, MTV2 or anything celebrity related I feel like I’m being hypnotized.

I’m definately one of the millions of regular folks who are all caught up in the lives of celebrities. I don’t really have a favorite blog anymore but it’s a rare day that I don’t make the time to click on Crunk & Disorderly to see what kind of comments she makes about urban celebrities.

Did ya’ll read when she wrote that Ashanti was the “broke man’s Beyonce”? LMAO! HELL NAW!!! That was too funny!

My own little sister visits my blog everyday but she doesn’t read a word I have to say. She only comes to click the link to visit Fresh. ~smirk~ No support, I tell ya!

I had to force myself to turn the TV off just now. If I watch the Grammy ‘Green’ Carpet special one more time I’ll be able to recite all of the celebrity responses. Ofcourse I half-watched the Grammy’s. Ofcourse I was disappointed that Kanye didn’t win all of them but no one who is expected to win, ever wins. It’s always like that.

I did catch him on the ‘Green’ Carpet with his ~cough~ girlfriend Brooke. Hmmm.. She aiight.

Ok, she’s beautiful. As my friend Ernest put it when he called me immediately afterwards, “She’s fine as hell!” Ok, damn! She looks good! So?!

Anyway. Did ya’ll catch the fact that when asked, “When did you two meet?” She answered, “2004” Hollup. That wasn’t even 15 months ago. Ya’ll just met. I’m pretty sure I remember seeing her when they came to Miami for his concert. She was on the same row as his Mama. But that chick got up in the middle of the show and walked out while he was performing.

I wouldn’t do you like that Kanye. I’d support you. ~smile~

It’s so funny because most people hear me talk about Kanye and think I’m a fanatic. I don’t really know how to respond to that except, fanatics know EVERYTHING about their object of adoration. I decided I liked Kanye before I even heard Late Registration. I hadn’t even heard all of his first CD either. I was so drawn to Kanye because of his spirit. I think the thing that draws anyone to someone else is more than physical, it’s spiritual.

But ofcourse those who would dare to even make a negative comment about the fact that I admire someone may be a weeee bit jealous because I don’t look at them in the same way.

Hmm? Maybe.

Otherwise why would you even try to tear down a positive image in my life? How does it hurt me to think he’s great? Why is it a bad thing that he inspires me to actually GO for my goals? Is it damaging to my relationship with God? Is it causing me not to take care of my children? If not, then if you’re truly a friend, celebrate with me and send me those Kanye alerts I’ve been asking for, (and receiving- THANKS!!!)

If I can be allowed any small amount of pleasure, wouldn’t you want to be involved in that? Why ruin it for me by trying to tear him down in my eyes? Would that give you pleasure to have me realize that he’s not all I thought he was? Would that make you smile? Just a thought.

My fantasy for Kanye is much more spectacular than anyone could predict.

Imagine me as a bug in Kanye’s ear, Whispering the words to incite him to a greatness he has never even thought to imagine. He says his goal is to make “good music” but I could be the driving force behind him to help him become even much more than that. He has all of the tools and so much potential, I think he needs a little direction and someone who genuinely sees something in him and could paint the picture and help develop a strategy. It’s not all about being famous or making millions. If there was ever any hope to improve our everyday lives and restructure misguided thought patterns we need a medium to help guide us toward that. The ministry of music has proven itself to a be a powerful one.

The words we sing resonate in our souls. The lyrics of our favorite songs become our mantras. Imagine what the song, ‘Touch the Sky’ has done to my spirit. Imagine how you feel when you hear a good gospel song. It’s no longer a voice and words over a few instruments. Our hopes are aligned with the music we love. Using music as a segway to affect thought, Kanye could possibly plant positive seeds of hope and prosperity into the lives of millions. I wonder if he has any idea where he could be?

He reminds me of Tupac. I loved Tupac. I always thought Tupac would be someone who would one day change the way the world thinks and affect the lives of Blacks everywhere. I was devastated when his life was cut short and I am one of the ghetto ones who believes, ~whispering~ He’s not dead.

Even when Tupac was being, ‘bad’ we all knew that he was rebelling against the fiber inside of him that was destined to become a voice for the masses. When he spoke, we listened. When he spit, we rhymed along.

Yeah, it’s fun to see the people who seem to be perfect walk through the crowds, smile and pose. We love to hear about what designers they are wearing as they show off their perfect bodies. I love what The Heiress wrote on her blog a while back saying something like, Celebrities are just people like us who have more of a drive to be rich.

People like us.

Yes, people like you and me. But somewhere along the line they stopped believing what others said about them and saw themselves as wonderful. They ignored their cousin or brother who told them it couldn’t happen and they decided to try for themselves and see.

And look what happened.

And look what happened.

Everyone should be so in love with themselves that they believe they can have exactly the lifestyle they want.

They should believe they can have exactly the kind of mate they want.

They should believe they can have exactly the type of future you want.

Why not?

What are dreams except a subconcious desire for our unmanifested destiny.

For some reason you keep dreaming of a certain type of house. You look at your check stub and think, “ain’t no way.” But the dream won’t go away. The dream won’t go away because the house is yours. You’re seeing into your future but most of us are too lazy to do what we need to do to touch that dream and make it a reality.

If you can dream it, it’s yours.

If it’s apart of your imagination, then it’s tangible.

Really. It really is.

Why can’t you have the FINE but humble, affectionate and successful man of God that you desire? Why should you settle for less when people tell you you’re setting your sights too high or that God won’t give you exactly what you desire so you should be happy with what you get.

“Girl, he on drugs but, he say he love the Lord and he sholl do treat me good. I know God blessed me with him and just wants us to struggle a little at first. He’ll get a job one day. God will make a way.”

~raises eyebrow~ Chick, leave that dude alone until he gets himself together. Ain’t no way the God I love is gonna set me up with some dude I have to take care of. Why would He do that?

“It doesn’t matter what you THINK you want, God knows best, Ms. Tee. Be open to accept whatever God has, even if it’s not the kind of man you think you want. Besides, I think the greatest gift is LOVE not all the other credentials you’re hoping for.”

~raises eyebrow~Tell me something, why does it make you upset that I would want more from a man than just a back rub and a warm Sunday dinner? If that’s what will make you happy- SO BE IT. Love is important but it’s not all I need. If you can’t provide, your ass can RIDE! I want more than that and I don’t see anything wrong with asking MY FATHER GOD for it. Why do we feel we have to be bashful when we approach God with a request?

I go boldy before His throne and ask for healing, a good relationship with my sons, wisdom to use the gift He gave me for His glory and one day, a helluva man!

“Girl, you’re asking for too much.”

Do I have to remind you that people who say things like that are not really your friends? What friend wants you to settle for mediocrity just because they did and WILL continue to do so for the rest of their lives?

Child please! I tell you I do not have ONE close friend near me that would EVER tell me I’m dreaming too big. I have some friends who believe IN me, but my closest, BESTEST homegirls are dreaming WITH me. We’re all trying to figure out a way that we can work together towards lavish lifestyles while being in right standing with God and maintaining (or pursuing) our integrity.

Those are the type of people I have around me.

What kind of friends do you have?

Well, I’ve been sick for the past two days and I this is the first thing I’ve written in all that time so excuse my jumbled thoughts.

A word of caution. Be careful of those who speak into your life. Everyone who smiles and laughs with you ain’t really your friend.