No Bars state of mind = New Age state of mind



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I frequent Redman’s Doc’s da Name in attempt to revive myself back to sanity. There’s so much that is seedy in this city. This is a bit ironic considering how crazy the offering is, but crazy is not retarded and sometimes someone’s crazy has the power to cure your own. It’s not always that ‘conscious’ stuff that brings tranquillity in the world, if it is at all. I find it’s better than what ‘new’ hip hop offers and I find if Redman and Methodman filled a 16 Bar  with just the five vowels and released it, the thing would still be better than what ‘new’ hip hop offers.

I grow weary quickly when the new generation rappers get to giving us financial advice, I do. And their inapplicable make a billion right now schemes down right annoy me. Music especially within the realm of Rap needn’t be the platform for the falsification of economic facts or just facts if you will- that’s just silly. Also, music sure as hell needn’t be a source of reverse education with so much illiteracy and stupidity plaguing the world.

At the same time  I also find that the Wu-tang Clan’s C.R.E.A.M sets some sort of doctrinal imprint in the cradle of my knowledge and I find Wu knows best so I’ll leave it there with the two-sidedness. Hard work cashes cheques and that’s a fact. So maybe the collect-a-hunnit-thou-at-the-venue idea is worth singing over and over about as in the way ‘new’ hip hop has done, maybe.

When I began writing this my aim was to illustrate the negligible value in assuming one single stance on matters. Even the things seeming worthless carry value for those who seek it. As it turns out assuming no stance is the stance of assuming no stance so we’re all better off devoid of assumptions, yes? Just extracting some learning where we can and moving on fast.

That said, next track: get it live!
Peace, Naleli.

(Source: newageblawg)

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you have Einstein, saying that there was no time or space, just a combination of the two. Or Columbus, insisting that on the other side of the world lay not an abyss but a continent. Or Edmund Hillary, convinced that a man could reach the top of Everest. Or the Beatles, who created an entirely different sort of music and dressed like people from another time. Those people—and thousands of others—all lived in their own world.
― Paulo CoelhoVeronika Decides to Die

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I have lone to stay awake
A beautiful world i’m trying to find

See, I am insearch of myself

Ooh its just too hard for me to find

Said it just too hard for me to find
(dreams, dreams, dreams)
Cuz i’m in the search of something new
(a beautiful world im trying to find)
Search inside me
Searching inside you
And thats the trill

Erykah Badu - Master Teacher


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Now if a princess becomes human
Don’t stone her on a talk show, you’ll ruin
‘Cause there’s a fine line between a skewer
And a decent sense of humor
Aim at the ones who’ve really hurt us
They should be arrested for murders
But then all the cameras were turned on
Some skinny naked blond eating burgers
Norah Jones- It’s Gonna Be

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Somewhere in the heart of man (somewhere, within,
There comes a time when he must understand (when he
must understand)
The strong withstand, the weak will fall
Cause tomorrow may not come at all.
-Xzibit-Heart Of Man.
'member this? I swear they went and forgot about X. Duly so, progress is key with these things. Ah! If only hip hop would once again be a great teacher, if only.

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I came across something instructing me to prepare for a predicted increase in good luck this July. Having been a slacker in denial for some time, I now rely on this kind of fortune cookie wisdom to divert me somewhat from further slumber. I convince myself that it’s some kind of sign from the heavens calling me to attention. I have come to learn that this is typical underachiever behavior: the watching out for ‘signs’ or the taking part in frivolous delusions of this sort- it’s also called coping. It is the eleventh day of July and it feels like the eleventh hour until some event I must complete in order to add more weight to life. I am yet know what this event is.

Very often I have talks with my mother that put the fear of life in me. We tend to reflect on past events and bathe in each other’s future hopes and dreams Mama and I. Following an intense overt reflection she speaks about working towards saving more money, then on how she could use a spa day to release her tension and then on how the current state of the house is starting to embarass her so maybe I could help her pick some paint or new carpets. And myself? Well, I’ll ask where all the time went, then I’ll exclaim that I’m in my twenties and broke and lost and hungry for some of that good pie. I’ll go on about wanting to “make it” really bad and how i need to make money so that I get to live as a rich hippie, writting books and touring. At this point she’ll jump in to remind me that I have been wanting these type of unreachable things for years and I’ll fire back that her list isn’t news either. Soon her words will stab at me because they expose my apparent sameness. There isn’t a thing I would hesitate to give in order to gain some traction, and these conversations with Mama about time obliterate me as I stand. She thinks i embelish the topic of growth more than anyone who wants to live happily should and perhaps I do. My heart takes to a peculiar off beat pound when I realise how much time is speeding and it’s not the pace which gets me but rather the feeling that time is speeding past me instead of with me.

Yet another July has come; the second half is well in motion. Let that sink in as you recall the pacts and promises you made when this year began. And assess carefully if Things were made or chances were ruined. I sincerely hope you’re still keeping at being the individual you aspire to be. And if you’re reading may you recieve only the better kind of luck.


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