My Galactic Response to Human Marriage

So....

How did you fall in love?

Welp...Some lovers found one of their soul mates in the pupils of their partner’s eyes and that satisfaction was enough to link arms for a season or two. It could be a birthmark, a tone of voice, their giggle, their walk. 

We are all humans whose souls have been sent to this planet to learn lessons from loved ones before...

Take that in....

Your soul has been to earth, countless times! In countless human forms!...same black pupils though!

We all have these past experiences, involving other humans...We remember each other in little familiar ways, from a time before.

Love confirms this brilliant reminder.

When you are sent a human reminder that your heart is being looked after with love from above, the 5th dimension, heaven, you can enjoy the benefits of marriage to symbolize that bond in the 3rd dimension if you would like.

Paper work, witnesses, photos, memories. FOOD!
As long as you and that human are exemplifying love. And not dragging each other through dangerous self-degrading experiences...Then frolic! With that damn good reflection of your inner soul!

 And MAKE something of the love you've found by producing positive improvements on this planet.

You lovers should be of the bombest Galactic Creative Energy that your connection can make. Take care of your children with feminine and masculine influence. Balance our babies with strong men and women role models around them. Teach them about the beauty of their bodies and the knowledge of all its glorious functions.

See? Being connected to Love can be an extremely beneficial element to society.

We are done imagining humans rubbing friction when they tell you they are Together.

Or in a Relationship.

What they do with their body parts is none of your business!

You have your Own Human Journey to live out.

So when you get distracted by someone else's satisfaction,

you gotta do a #selfcheck and find the love you're connected to...

and strengthen THAT. 

#Lovewins

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Not God God...but God...

God is an outside entity that you CANNOT see. Remember God is invisible RIGHT!! God made the Money and Trees, and Cut down the trees. God works in Threes to the Thirty Third Degree. God watches over You and me. This God. That God all the Gods. Mono God, Manythiesm LOL. Gaudy God. God For Likes! Jesus for Likes. White Jesus for Likes, Black Jesus? No? YEs? No? YEs? Aight. Your God Does Whatever God Wants While You...Are just a....(cont'd)http://www.hoteptheartist.com/hotep-s-blog/

Ten minute Trip Session

Join me on my Ten minute train of thought Tuesday Trip Session. 

8:02am 

Bloom into a different plant today.

Do not ignore crucial introductions. 

Perfectionists are far from perfect. It is by far one of the most annoying dichotomies to experience. 

Do not be addicted to noise. Zoning out is wicked awesome. 

Today do seven things better than yesterday. Seven. Improve daily. 

It is time to make the most of yourself. 

You didn't have to add me as a friend. But you did, and for that I thank you. 

You've invited some of my galactic inspirations to appear on your newsfeed. I can only be me tho...#warning #dare 

Uhhhh you know? I wanted yo tell you...You are way bigger than you think you are. I mean way bigger...like...this way, not this way. Yeah...so you better walk like you know. #20feettall

Shhhhhhhhhh!!! Waywayway not while I'm posting.

"She's a little out there." You would be too after some of the trauma I've lived through. 

You can't let people throw just anything into your atmosphere without knocking it down words have power once released so program your life accordingly.

The elaborate fantasies I create are residue from the harsh realities I had in my youth.

When you judge me...shrug my shoulders and say..."They don't know any better, it's all good. Conversation musta got boring...needed some Hotep to spice it up. 

Mental disorders and monstrous hoarders. On the next Oprah. 

I'm like a fly...if I land on a topic, I can stick to it for a lil bit...then I'm off...it's not deep, it's just an analogy.

 

There...now I can start my day. Peace Everyone. 8:12am

He's NOT my Boyfriend!

Soooooo....without being all, poetic n shit...seriously...you should know...That the man in my life has been treating me, like an absolute queen. If you met him, all my brothas would be proud and dap him up, and my true sistas would be so happy that we found one another. Really tho it's hard to be a single mom and accept the leadership qualities of a man, cuz we do Most things on our own or our way...but then on top of that I'm an Aries, and a middle child...so it's like....you can't tell me nothing!  But I am learning so much about balance between man and woman and remembering how to be a team. He's being patient and supportive and we give each other space. He's patient and he will wait for my scattered brain to settle down. He wants to be apart of my wild world of art healing. And still obtain his goals. I be trippin! He reminds me to focus and he can smell my bullshit from a mile away. He's so on point. Dat's my bro and my homie...for real. He's down. #forthecrown

Mmm

I'ma blog about him more often...dat okay boo?  

We'll see how long before he finds out I wrote this. 

Gender Study

Excuse me ma'am...Oh I see you found the shoes you wanted...excellent! Custom made, perfect fit! Gorgeousness! Expensive but worth it right? Yeah they will last you awhile! Good! And they go with almost everything. Ok so that's ONE pair of expensive yet comfortable custom made shoes for ONE year. 

Yes ma'am. Just ONE year...I know...I know. It seems like an eternity but you will love them! They might wear out or need repair every now and then but if you stick with them...the shoemaker will take you places in those shoes you could never go if you swapped them for a new pair. No no no. No cheating! Just this one pair will be enough I'm sure. No we'll be confiscating all prior shoes and any attempt to buy other shoes during this year is punishable by law. 

But listen! 

You will be apart of the One Shoe Crew! I mean I know it kinda limits your fun outfits at a variety of events, and it kinda takes from your vibrant flare and personal style but...it's worth it! The One Shoe Crew even throws you a party!! You can dress up like a Barbie Princess and post on Facebook! And everyone around you will wish they had found a perfect pair of their own. The OSC gathers for conferences and they hold therapy sessions and support groups for members old and new who aren't used to just owning one pair of shoes. Now there are some rebels who jump from Crew to Crew buying all kinds of shoes and swapping with other Crew members but the shoemaker doesn't favor that kind of loose commitment.

We know it's in your nature to hunt for all kinds of shoes and bargains like you used to...but looking at other shoes is also against our OSC policy. 

So....One Pair of shoes for One year ma'am...cash or charge?

No?

It doesn't make sense? 

A woman's prerogative?

You can't do it?

Sigh....I understand. 

Have a nice day. 

Asking the average American woman to be committed to one pair of shoes for a year is about as improbable as asking the average American man to be monogamous for life.

Damn. 

 

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"Ayo Hotep" Talk about: Sexual Healing

Oh this is gonna be good.

Look, there are so many ways to show love. Some folk just act uncomfortable or judgmental when I start talking about sex. I mean...everybody does it and if you don't, you think about it. This ain't no Queen Victoria age...We are exposed to sex by the second in the lowest forms when there is a heaven to talk about. 

"I know a place,

I'll take you there."

-The Staple Singers

If you've ever been there then you know about it. 

Now, sex has been used as both a serum and a poison since the beginning of life. So, depending on your experiences you may be turned off by certain "erotic poetry." Imagine the energy and emotions that rise if you "know" or "think you know" who the poet is talking about. Somebody starts to feel some type of way...I'm like...we gotta get past that! Ego to the side it's time to enjoy the ride. And come back to earth and then behave!

Real talk though, I come from a deep background of nonsensical, illogical, spiritually detrimental sexual experiences. Yop! Just like many of you! So what do you do about it? Suppress it? Feel guilty? Act out? Write? Read? Listen? I use art to educate and to heal. 

Oh you go to church? God forgives! Jesus paid it all on the cross? Some antics you need to forgive yourself for. But on a positive note I believe there were some encounters before wedding vows that you thanked God for on occasion. That's what's up though. Consider my work to be in the category of Songs of Solomon. Love Poetry.

Oh so you watch porn? Ok. Well now you are entrusting your precious psyche into the hands of a director and producer and actor who may have nothing but junk food sexual energy to drug your soul. Possibly leading to warped definitions of love and orgasm. Poetry or prose about sex, can be enlightening, educational and breathtaking. 

On a deep spiritual level and a raw physical plane, to go there mentally, is satisfying to the psyche. I speak of sex in the context of love. If your nose turns up or your heart begins to race at what you read or hear me say, instead... thank God for the third eye, pineal gland, that allows your imagination to travel to private places you can treasure in your own way. It's not a cigarette or a drink. It's a memory or a fantasy. It's yours.

God is Love.

Read responsibly.

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Hotep's Point of Review: No, Kevin Hart, Let ME Explain

So I’m going to the movies with a crazy intellectual friend of mine and he says, “Oh we’re going to go see Kevin Hart’s new movie.” I say, “Oh ok…but I’m warning you. I don’t laugh at a lot of popular comedy. A lot of times I feel like I can get to the punch line before they do which makes it not as funny.” He says, “Yeah I actually know what you mean by that. Really I do.” I was like, “Word.” We sat in the theater and waited for the previews. Hmmm…come to think of it…I think going to this movie really only worth the previews…which I have since forgotten. :-/ Oh well.

So the lights dim, the cell phones switch to vibrate, and we are ready to see what he’s come up with this time…

BAD FIRST IMPRESSION.

Ok, you’ll never guess how unpredictable it began!! Okay, let me describe it for you. The cityscape of New York is zooming in from every possible helicopter camera they had available. That beat is kickin with a nice bass and we’re getting the proverbial credit zoom swoosh that they do for every comedy show. I think it’s actually a Windows Power Point entrance effect. Enter from right. Appear from left. Rise from bottom. It’s the same thing. There’s like a neato cool glowing effect on the font too. Totally brilliant right?...Wrong. Fail.

So the movie starts at a party scene with drinks and fanciness that you could imagine Kevin Hart and his people throwing. He’s a great improv actor so I’m sure a lot of the lines he just adlibbed and his cast went with the flow. I guess the premise of the title was that everyone at the party started accusing him of getting brand new because of topics he addressed in his prior standup shows. Also the news he’s been in and his other guest star appearances. “Oh Kevin, you don’t like dark skinned women no more? What you think you all big and bad cuz you are international” stuff like that. And no one would let him explain. So he makes a random claim to his main man that he’s gonna direct all questions to be answered by his standup act at Madison Square Garden. I’m not sure he didn’t just come out and say, “Hey Everybody meet me at Madison Square Garden so you can Let Me Explain!” Cheesy.

So then they show footage of all of the masses attending his shows in various countries around the world. These include three spots in Canada (impressed?...me either) then Germany, and I believe Norway?  Holland? Maybe Sweden? Then of course there’s the hype after show interviews with fans on some “We love you Kevin! You rock dude! OMG he was so funny!” Yep…seen it before? Yeah…me too.

So now we cut to Madison Square Garden where this momentous occasion is SOLD OUT…hmmm what a concept…SOLD OUT…Anyway. He’s overwhelmed by the audience’s reception of him and he introduces us to his special effect which aids him in his delivery throughout the show. He claims that no other comedian has fire on stage with them in the history of comedy. So when the audience gets amped up or he believes he deserves a reaction. He shall call upon fire to ignite the energy of the crowd. Hmmm…that’s new. But not in a good way.  

He’s wearing all black and a shiny pleather looking long sleeve shirt. Black pants and boots. A stool and a towel. He begins to Explain.  


But My Question is….

Can you???

Can you explain it Kevin?
Can you explain why your material was mediocre at best?
Can you explain why someone else is writing your jokes?....Oh they’re not?...ok…I was looking for someone else to blame….well….
Can you explain why we are still hearing about your ex wife and the divorce?
Oooh! Can you explain what its like being a father to your young children…I’m not sure we quite understood in your prior flicks.
Oooh! No talk about being famous…and all your famous friends!

I mean…. is there anything else in the world talk about? Anything? Have you been watching the news at all? Anyone of significance that you would like to shout out or an awareness you might like to create? Not one moment of sincerity?...

Hahaha I hear you reader…you say…It’s a comedy show! No one wants to hear all that serious stuff!

Aight…but listen. We are in some serious times. We got world leaders sick and overthrown. We got massive shootings, violence, and drug wars. We got disease and economic depression going around. We count on comedians to bring us the truth. Not long tangents about nothing and going nowhere at record speeds. You wanna be compared to the greats? The Legends? That’s a long shot. Way longer than your long dick which you keep reminding us you have. Ohh! Hotep it’s just funny! Is it? Is it really? Or is it a subliminal reminder of the over sexualization of the black man.  Really sexualization is not a word? I’m getting a MS Word red squiggly line for that? Anyway. He’s no Richard Pryor, Cosby, Sinbad, or even Jamie Foxx.

Ok now how can I compare him to Jamie Foxx? Well I can, a little bit. Look at their ages and their audiences…Same noble cross cultured crew. They are both very physical comics who can sell their punch lines with “that one look,” you know. Cool. But Jamie could tell a story. And that’s what it really comes down to folks. The art of storytelling. That’s why Standup Comedy isn’t easy. You gotta relive real stories and make comical sense out of it. How often do we begin telling a hilarious story, only to end it all by saying, “Whew…I guess you had to be there?” Well you didn’t have to be here…you can just stay there. At home…watching the audio/video mismatched bootleg you are used to purchasing.

I’m just saying that the greatest comedians have played various acting roles to make them who they are. I don’t care if it’s before they got on stage or after they dropped the mic. They can act. You have to be able to act. Now I’m not saying he can’t act, but I’ve never seen him ACT. This brother is what we like to call. Type casted. They cast him in the same type of roles for whatever he does. You can call it acting if you want to but no…no…that’s not acting. That’s memorizing lines that someone wrote to fit your persona. Duh! You are cast as the victim, the short guy who gets no love, the runt of the litter, the smart mouth. And this is your fault. This is your contract signing, shucking and jiving, SOULED OUT fault.

Someone clearly put him up to this. If he wrote his own material, I feel bad for him. If he has writers that help and tell him what to say then I’m Mad at him. You have all of these ears listening to you all across the world. We got YouTube videos and Instagram picture texts after you. Folks are repeating your punch lines all over the place. Even the most elaborate stories have a point! Fa real, I can't even blame the smoke or mollies. But I do wanna ask are you feeling okay? And why are you walking like that? (You know how he walks….)  You just go on and on and on and I'm really getting over your fourth grade rhetoric. The consciousness of the populous has got to go up. And you are not helping. I’d like to think we have evolved past all of your content. Either get a new writer, or stop writing your own stuff and get some help. People are comparing you to Eddie Murphy maybe because of the media exposure you are getting. But if the media is hyping your message up to the masses, I’m skeptical. Off top!

Now don’t get me wrong… Dumb humor is okay! I’m not mad at it…its funny. I did chuckle a little at times. I even giggled at a couple timely facial expressions he had.  Word.  But that’s about it. Normally a crowd is howling so loud that a roar of applause gives everyone a nice rest or relief. Oh…no…not in this show. Kevin Hart had to cue in his own fire when he thought he was “killin’ em.” Yes…there were no thunderous applause in between transitions. Just gas fueled flames when he felt necessary. It was really sad by the end of the flick.


He repeated more wild sounds for us to learn, but for real who are we kidding? You need to put in some real work. Do a little research, take a few classes. Do something because they are putting you in front of millions of people to dumb them down. Yes. The role of a comedian or a jester is to amuse the people and help them forget about the world and its struggles right? He actually helped remind me that we are being intellectually oppressed by media.

One more thing…I couldn't help but take a look at the demographics of our crowd. I am not judging anyone I am just describing the majority. Multicolored sewn in weaves. They ran the gamut from blonde frayed and ragged, to perfectly slick with an “invisible part”. We had long voluptuous cleavage poking out of large popcorn buckets.  Hair store flip flops, graffiti T-shirts and huge sagging gym shorts.  Bad attitudes and cigarette   smoke. Late comers and couples. That's all I’ma say about that. That’s what he attracted there that night in Pittsburgh…I’m just observing. You can comment if you want to.

Overall though, I’m thankful for this movie. No really I am…It makes me feel like even I could have a career in standup comedy. It motivated me to write and find away to bring some relevant conscious topics to the stage and deliver them in such a way that will ignite the audience… on their own.

His funniest bit (from a prior comedy special) was when he was getting ready to drive in the car with his Uncle Richey Jr. You remember it? Go YouTube it…no..go YouTube ME! Lol! But really…that was funny though right? Adjusting the mirror and shooting finger guns at the passersby.

Kevin,  I would like to mimic gasping for breath like you saying, “Don’t make me laugh, don’t make me laugh!” 

But in all seriousness…You didn’t
Save the gas, and the bus pass.


Two Stars for how many times I laughed. 

Shout out to lyricist K.O. for sharing the tickets and my sentiments exactly.  

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