Nobility

 I was supposed to be in honors English before I got transferred. Standing in front of noble scholars I read the same sentence 300 times only to find myself buried in a pile of study material. Striving for perfection I noticed a period in the wrong place after submitting my paper. Anticipating my final grade, I stood in front of a wishing well hoping to advance to a higher level of achievement. Sitting in front of the computer, clicking refresh over and over again hoping for an A plus, I got a B minus instead. I soon learned that average was not a quality of nobility, I had to be better so I kept drowning in knowledge only to find myself falling asleep reading noble books. Striving for academic excellence I became a doctor enlightened and cascading through images of the sun’s rays. After graduating I’d been left with a forgotten image of achievement, I still had not reached my goals and the image of myself being a world class doctor soon faded in a pile of college bills with little to no income to pay them. Defeated inside, I began to question nobility in a wild and spontaneous world. Never losing sight of my character, I noticed my gray hairs. I soon realized that, I, like my colleagues, were fighting for nobility.

Nobility

The Porn Scene

This piece was written to help us all make a conscience decision. It was not written to harm or offend anyone, but to help the many victims who suffer from sexual abuse. Please read with an open mind. Thank you.

Before you enter please be advised that you must be an adult. Even though the actors may seem like they’re acting the reality will shock you. Porn actors are stuck in a cycle of abuse and many wonder if they’re actually making conscience decisions. The porn business thrives, billions of dollars on one oily booty. Looking in the mirror, know that we all have the desire to have sex, but if any of us saw a woman getting raped or abused honestly many would probably wonder what led up to her abuse. Would we help her or sit back and watch like many of us do with porn. Sit back and fantasize. Sit back and beat yourself up about a conscience decision that will haunt you when you have to make a better choice. Women and men often find themselves in the same position every time. Beautiful, but fragile. Sadly, being pimped is a conscience decision that leaves many of us in the same position every time. Bent over and given a raw treatment of reality with no Vaseline. Having old intimate feelings of MILFs and desires that are natural. Sex is natural, sex feels good, but the pain endured after something natural and so amazing takes place is just like a porn scene. Get out, the thrill is over, put it away and thanks for the clicks, “customer,” then you’re left alone, no money to do it the natural way and left to kneel at an altar being sent to hell for being a normal human being. Ironically, the sex scene is real and the people and characters acting are all members of a business that’s brutal and filled with drug addicts and prostitutes that deep down inside have been used for their beauty and body so that little men and women can go blind in front of a computer screen with their wife by their side eager to get off. Welcome to adulthood, “children,” where the real truth behind the children’s characters of Dick and Jane may shock you. Now drop the lube, put your hands up, and keep this piece between you and me. Don’t tell a soul what just happened in this room unless they too can comprehend nasty. The gates to the garden are closed and our eyes are open. Now get out and don’t get caught with your pants down by another God, because he may not be as merciful as me and cover up that snake, as a matter of fact take it with you and populate the earth in conscience pain.

The End.

The Porn Scene

Sober Tory & the Gatekeeper

 “I love you Tory, but why did you cheat? I was going to marry you, but you screwed that up,” John said slamming the door on his now ex-girlfriend. 

“I’m sorry,” she said softly under her breath.

Her son stood by the steps as he heard the liquor bottle rattling from the counter.

He hurried down the stairs while noticing that his mother was so drunk that at first sight of him she fell to the floor.

“Your dad loves you Curtis, he love you okay,” the words slurred out of her mouth.

Curtis was a righteous child and he hated seeing his mother like this.

“Mom, why do you keep doing this to yourself, you’re going to kill yourself before I even graduate,” he said.

She slipped out of his arms and fell flat face to the floor.

“Mommy loves you Curtis, okay,” she said, falling to sleep on the cold bare floor.

The next morning she heard the birds in the cage singing. She had no clue what happened the night before.

“You really did it this time.”

Tory got up off of the ground slowly.

“Who are you?” she said.

“I’m the gatekeeper, the voice that’s been telling you to slow down your entire life. Oh, you really pushed yourself over the edge this time. Look at your body laying on the floor,” the gatekeeper said as Tory couldn’t help but notice her body lifeless, flat on the floor.

“Am I dead?” She asked.

“Do you really think that the supernaturals who engineered this life would allow a righteous child like Curtis to be left alone. I was told to take your soul for a journey since you never listen to a good word of advice from me or any other rational thinker. You’re a drunk Tory. This is the life in between,” the gate keeper explained.

He then grabbed her arm and took her through the upstairs walls to see Curtis crying in misery. 

“You’re going to turn him into a murderer, Tory, that’s if you don’t slow down, he knows you cheated on his father. Every child that has to deal with the consequences of terrible parents always comes to me at the gate when they’re asleep. Curtis came to me last night because of you Tory. He loves his mother and father. You have to change Tory before it’s too late,” he said.

He then took her to John’s place.

“John will never be the same because you got drunk and had sex with his friends, he’ll never trust another woman again. You’ve set yourself back,” the gatekeeper explained.

“Is it too late for me to go back? I can change. I know I can,” she said while watching the gatekeeper close the gate.

“Don’t let me down,” he said as Tory woke up picking herself up off of the floor.

“Mom, is everything okay? You were talking in your sleep,” Curtis said.

Tory quickly jumped to her feet and hugged her son. 

“He gave me another chance to make things right,” she said.

“Who? Who are you talking about mom?” Curtis said.

“The gatekeeper, he gave me another chance.”

Curtis hadn’t seen his mother this motivated since his first day of school, but this was the moment he’d been waiting on.

After eight years of being sober she was back with his father at the altar ready to tie the knot.

Curtis couldn’t believe it. Holding the rings he couldn’t help but notice a strange man winking at him behind the reverend. The man then disappeared. 

He’d opened the gates to a new beginning for Curtis and his family. It was good.

The End.

The Bully Strategy

 “We took in three hundred billion dollars from these punks. Hey, tell Pete I got his money,” Sydney said while counting his paper (Money).

He and his goons were set. They’d shook up the world and everyone around them. 

“We are winning and once we’re done we’ll all be paid,” he concluded.

“Will, are you okay?” John asked while picking his friend up off of the ground.

“Why did Sydney do that? He pushed a handicap man to the ground and took off with his cane. Will didn’t deserve that, he’s a good man,” Trina explained “We have to do something,” she concluded.

Bob and his men were ready for a fight. They’d heard about what happened to Will and in their bloodlines were a whole generation of heroes.

“I got word that Sydney will be taking one of his sluts to the bowling alley tonight. I’m just letting you and your crew know. Everyone in town is getting tired of him. He’s gone mad and he now even has the mayor paying his bills and assisting getting more of his goons out of jail,” Pete said, tipping Bob off so he could get a clear shot at maintaining his hero status.

“What do you think caused this?” Bob asked.

Pete gave Bob a smirk, “The bully strategy only serves one purpose. It gets lazy ass people and cowards off of their ass until one nutcase has the balls to stand up for themselves. Sydney is gaining ground because no one is brave enough to challenge him. He sees justice in his rise to power, but he’s pissed off a lot of people in the process. Russian Roulette Ray is also gaining ground, him and Sydney have a bond, but when you put two bullies in a room they’ll be laughter at first but the guns will come out in the end. If we don’t take him out we’ll have to join him,” Pete explained.

“I bow down to no man, but I’ll rather get pleasure out of being the hero in this story,” Bob said.

Later on that night, Bob and his crew waited at the bowling alley by the pool table. Sydney came in soon after with his girl Trish by his side. It was like watching a mob boss enter church, he had everyone’s attention. Bob could feel a trickle running down his spine.

“This is it,” Bob said to his men.

“I don’t know about this Bob,” Kenny said.

“Don’t punk out now,” Bob said.

Soon after Bob ran and pushed Sydney to the ground and started pistol whipping him with his weapon.

“This is for Will!” He said as the crowd gathered and some scattered as all hell had broken out at the bowling alley. The moment the gun shots began people started clearing out.

Kenny ironically pulled the trigger and shot Sydney dead.

At that moment it was as though time had stood still. One event lead to another and Sydney’s bully strategy to obtain power and wealth backfired. Bob couldn’t believe that out of all his men, Kenny was the one to pull the trigger and kill a man in cold blood. 

While getting arrested by the police Kenny had one message for Bob and his crew.

“You make the rules now Bob, undue the damage that Sydney has caused, he woke up the sleeping giant, I took one for the team. Make sure Will gets back his cane. Don’t forget about me as I do my time in prison.”

The Bully Strategy.

The End.

Holy Peace

“Ramzi, you are the only native to survive the genocide order. The prime minister still lives, but you’re older now. Filled with life, if we can make a deal I can give it all back to your bloodline. Israel, Palestine, it can all be yours.”

“Before my father died, he told me to not make deals with the devil, my gift is in heaven,” Ramzi replied.

“I am the angel sent to bless you. To give you what belongs to you, your inheritance. You are a seed of Noah’s, I’ve been sent to settle the score. Out of your loins lies a new great nation. I’ve been sent to give you knowledge, and power beyond measure.”

“But I did not start this holy war, none of us did.” Ramzi said.

“That is why you must accept my offer. I will give you something greater. But, I can only do it through you. Do you not see the hunger? Your neighbor is starving you, they have broken the laws of Moses in an act of war.”

At that moment he got Ramzi’s attention.

“Justice.”

“Yes, I can give you justice that will provide generational wealth and security. Your people will never starve again.”

“Did God send you?” Ramzi asked.

The voice became quiet.

“Did God send you, is he watching all of us suffer and beg for mercy? Who sent you?” Ramzi said.

“Ramzi, who are you talking to?” his wife asked.

“I don’t know,” Ramzi replied.

“Mika’il, protect my husband please. He has a good heart. We do not want revenge, we just want peace and a good meal. We do not know what caused this evil war. Help us Mika’il please,” Ramzi’s wife Fatima said.

“He told me that they broke the law of Moses,” Ramzi said.

“Who?” His wife replied.

“I don’t know.”

“Was it Christ? Was it an angel? Was it a prophet of Islam?” She asked.

“I don’t know, but I’m sure he’s not done. Someone on the other side is looking for warriors and they want me. They’re not going to leave me alone.” Ramzi replied.

“What do you mean the other side?” 

“He said we were Noah’s seeds. Fatima pray for this madness to stop. Pray to God now.”

Fatima prayed until she fell to sleep.

The night grew quiet. While accepting a bag of food from the Christians he noticed that the war lasted into his thirties while glancing at a calendar.

“It’s been over twenty five years.”

“Yes, and that’s why you must take my offer we don’t have much time. Mika’il is waiting.”

“I need to know if God sent you.”

“Friend, I can only come from God. Now if you don’t want to avenge your people what do you want? If you don’t want power and infinite knowledge what do you want?”

Ramzi looked at his wife and kids sleeping.

“I heard you mention Noah. Who ever you are, if you are sent from God, tell him that my people and all of Noah’s offspring are tired of fighting. As Abraham’s offspring we will accept our loses and rest believing that our dead is with God. Tell God we have not lost our honor and if our neighbor has broken the laws of Moses then our Christian brothers have kept it. We’re all tired. This war has lasted forever. Please tell God all we want is to end it. Even if I were to avenge my people another army would rise to avenge me. Now go back to the hell where you came from Satan you’ve caused us enough pain.”

Mika’il heard Ramzi’s response and watched the devil jump into a nearby pig.

He then sounded the Trumpet as a new light began to shine on the Middle East. The Holy Land saw a door open up from heaven as Mika’il and God’s kingdom filled the earth. They turned their holy weapons into tools and bridges to unite heaven and earth. Because of Ramzi, war, starvation, and vengeance was no more.

The Beginning of something greater had no end and the dead from Noah’s bloodline all came alive and rebuilt eternal kingdoms uniting heaven and earth.

Ramzi’s mortal vision gave God hope in his most prized creation. His vision gave him faith in man. Standing with his family in the food line Ramzi noticed a ribbon in the sky with Mika’il and God’s army fulfilling God’s promise to man. In the darkness of space now stood one light. The air could be seen as angels of glory flapped their wings and the eternal fire that Lucifer was ready to raise drowned him in the pit of eternal darkness. Peace filled the new world;

 ♾️ Holy Peace.

The come to Jesus moment- the 8th Conspiracy

 Okay, so I was raised in a Christian family that probably never even read the entire Bible, but I think I get the point. Don’t make fun of people and be a good person. Learning these virtues I took the time to actually read the Bible and I learned something amazing. 

Dear Journal,

We live in 2025 and I’ve been tested a thousand times, everyone around me is either dying, on drugs, or breaking the law. I learn something new every time I read the Bible, but I’ve learned that none of us think the same. The academic community holds the knowledge, the poor hold the majority, and the rich hold the money, so I’m pretty certain that when we die we have to go back to the source because on a planet with over a billion lives it gets crazy. As a matter of fact it is crazy.

Dear Journal again,

There’s a war still going on in the holy land. Innocent people are being killed; innocent people who just want to live a normal life on earth. I’m sure we all were born for a reason, but so far nothing magical has happened but death, so I’m pretty certain that when we die we have to go back to the source.

“So where do we come from?” you asked as a child. Well, in the distance I see a man reading a physics book and a preacher giving a sermon. Two professions showing the way.

In deep thought I take a break and notice a homeless man following someone to their car begging them for cash. I over hear the man say, “Get a job!” and then slams the door in the homeless man’s face. Now I know for sure that the homeless guy lost everything because he was burned out. I used to go to school with him and personally I thought of him to be a good person who just maybe lost his way. So I figured I would go over to him and see what was on his mind when I couldn’t help but notice that he was sleeping on a Bible. Shortly after our conversation I became delusional. Everywhere I went I heard about Jesus and even if I knew about him I still didn’t know enough. As a child, I heard about Jesus and an adult everyone was still talking about Jesus and no matter what I said or how I felt it didn’t matter because Jesus was the answer. On every street corner there was a church with a huge cross on it and just about everybody was talking about Jesus. I saw people do crazy things over and over again and there they were begging Jesus to forgive them. I saw people getting tortured, persecuted, and even killed in the name of Jesus. This brand of thinking even made me believe that I was Jesus at one time then sadly a physician who had a masters degree in psychology gave me two pills. He said, “If you take this pill you will wake up, but once you take it, you can’t go back to the way things used to be, so I’m going to give you a choice. Do you want to take the pill?” Thinking about the actual woman who came up with the idea of the Matrix I found myself in the same situation. I had a choice so I took the pill. Once I took it, I woke up the next morning to a different world, but what I learned personally about myself was that the perception of hell while standing on top of a pyramid in a hot desert is different when you have a number of options to keep cool, but when you have no options, Jesus becomes the greatest story ever told. It’s a good story, a best seller. After taking the pill and reading the story over and over again, my mind became bigger, but the recipe for bread and water remained the same and for some reason everyone had heard about Jesus. There were so many different denominations for all different kinds of people. I’ll say it again, “for some reason everyone had heard of Jesus!”The savior who preached about the heavens and his Heavenly Father. The rock of Jerusalem born of a virgin mother. The sinless son of the living God who took the torment so that we all could make it to heaven. After walking a thousand miles and seeing the same situations over and over again while reading the same book even into my forties, I have to say that something did happen, something had to happen thousands of years ago for all of these people to be hoping for this same magical place that Jesus preached about and died for. They must have thought that he was crazy too, just like me, I guess, until the clock struck twelve and the doctor gave them the option also to choose their own path in life and to choose their own destiny. 

To end this piece, I saw a Christian man tell me his view of the world. I spoke with him over and over again and soon learned that it didn’t matter whether I were a brother in Christ or not, my view of the world didn’t matter even if I were right or wrong. So in the end I ran a thousand miles and became born again a thousand times in a lost world waiting for Jesus to come save us. On top of a pyramid in a hot desert I collapsed while holding a piece of King Tut’s nose in one hand and a Bible in the other dying thirsty only to find peace on the other side. It took death for me to finally receive the answer, I’d finally been born again.

The come to Jesus Moment- The 8th Conspiracy 

The Hanging CEO- the 8th Gift & Curse

The video shows an entrepreneur genius kid studying or running through the woods working himself to death. He or she is called weird, autistic, psychotic, schizophrenic, or demented. A physical human being pushing mortal men over the edge. A being from any ethnicity alone in a room masterminding a perception of his or her reality. Scarred from the labor, stressed that their masterpiece will never be discovered. Hated and loved all just for having a dream. If their empire falls, there is no safety net. There is nothing to hold on to. Their tax bracket, if they reach the highest level, is filled with lawyers, bankers, and people with power. Their contracts span across the globe and one false move could wipe out a billion people. A number of their shareholders don’t pray because a number of them live by the mighty dollar. They sit on the top floor hearing voices from the positive and negative forces every day. A simple day is filled with phone calls and a chessboard with them as the king or queen. Sadly, the room goes dark, the net worth ticks on the stock exchange. Reports cross the screen of a CEO found alone in his huge mansion room dangling from the ceiling. Searching for a feeling, he’d blessed so many lives, but sadly, they left him alone searching for his heart. Alone in the night hoping to hear the same voice that lead him into fame and fortune, the room is silent, and the negative force enters and convinces him of a way out. 

“This rope will be easy, wrap it around your neck and let go until the blood is drained from your brain, then snap, everything goes dark. It’s that easy,” the negative force explains. 

If you’re reading this piece and you’ve made it to this point, then let me explain its purpose. As a child my English teacher told me something about writing. I was told about the meaning of optimism. It’s a positive way of looking at the world. Optimism is priceless. It’s the power of the mind. You can perceive your environment anyway you please. You can see humor in your fabric of time or you can perceive everything around you as a curse. Pessimistically falling to sleep at the wheel in the midst of running away from troubles. I also used to love books that gave me a choice in the end so let’s go to the 8th page of this story which is the gift of choice. We can endure or take the easy way out. I say when you reach the climax in your life and you’re shaking from a body that’s beat down and broken, endure. The top is the peak of the mountain and to fall teaches you one lesson and that is your will to never give up. To die a thousand times only to look down and see that same child that you used to be trying to write a masterpiece to save the world. As the CEO dangled from the ceiling as the demented forces pulled him under, he’s saved by the only person who checked on him. A complete stranger who he forgot he gave a key. While feeling a table hit his feet, his head pops away from the noose. Ironically, he lays in the arms of a poor stranger who gave him the most amazing gift of all. She gave him friendship, she checked on him and took nothing in return. I’m an optimist, so thanks to my English teacher there’s hope. I chose a happy ending, I perceived life as a gift not a curse for once.

The Hanging CEO- the 8th Gift & Curse