Soulconomics ramblings

Background is that the TV stole my soul yesterday. All the damned pieces I had just recovered from the other soul stealer that was grief. I watched seven hours of it after a hard day at work. I allowed my subconscious to float through one show where a woman was watching her husband take a second wife. I watched her as she tried to hide her sense of loss so she could celebrate with him. Then I watched another man plant a seed of betrayal in another man’s marriage. I watched a man who was literally prepared to sell his father out for a prostitute.  In my relentless desire to continue my fall down the rabbit-hole; I found another show where a kid manipulates her entire family into believing she had unintentionally killed her half-brother. Oh let’s not even talk about the drama where an innocent man is framed and has to enter a guilty plea in order to serve a shorter sentence for something he has not done. I watched a family make money off of their beauty and scandalous lifestyles and twins who tried to kill themselves decades after their father had successfully done the same thing.  

Then I couldn’t fall asleep for ages wondering what the world, my world had become. And wondering even more, how on earth they had got me to sit there and be their primetime audience? How did I give away those hours of my life that I will never get back to people who will never know my name but know me as a statistic? How did they do it? Because I let them. Yes they have been marketing these things since I was a wee thing in my mother’s fallopian tubes and my father’s testes.  

I willingly opened the door to them by letting that little black box into my home and switching it on to serve my seemingly vapid life. Or so I thought. It seems I constantly have to remind myself that I am more than nothing and my life is full of more than nothingness due to all the marketing that is designed to make me believe I am nothing without that something on the shelves. So if I could just live my life in such a way that if I put it on film at the end of every single day-I would definitely be entertained and proud of who I am. I GAVE  a part of my soul to the producers, executive producers, and directors of other people’s lives yesterday.
But not today. Today I claim back what the Chinese stock exchange seems to be losing and what the European Union claims to be overwhelmed by-potential investors (in the latter case, they are in the form of ‘migrants’. I mean, if given the necessary tools, a refugee can be turned from a potential burden into an investor in any country but hey…). Potential investors in myself, in my being, in my business, in my career, in my life…. 

When you think you have nothing-you have nothing to work with. You have no inputs and therefore can expect no output from your efforts. But effort is an input that we all possess. As humans, we all have the gift of TRYING. And you are guaranteed something, anything out of those efforts but the key thing is to not be distracted from making the effort i.e. from implementing the TRYING strategy.  

I have noticed that any time I am distracted from my portfolio and the instruments that serve me well, my stock falls-soulstock, esteemstock, intelligencestock etc. And then I will need to regulate them again by increasing interest rates-it’s all time and energy consuming really-trying to increase the compliments for a job well done+capturing your lover’s focus on you all the time+still being the coolest mommy and employer EVER+ being a wonderful BFF + generally being a ‘cool kid’…  The level of difficulty in increasing energy levels has fallen obviously due to the easily accessible coffee that stimulates you within five minutes. Even though energy levels are more easily manipulated- the soul still requires more mechanisms to reach equilibrium and ‘aint nobody got time for that’. Once that curve moves away from the equilibrium-contentment-it’s quite hard to get it back because so many factors are involved.  
So long story short; on my production possibility curve I am going to reduce the time allocated to soul stealing TV shows and increase time improving other lifestyle variables such as my health with focus on inputs such as prayer, exercise, hobbies, rest, career, wifey and mommy tings alike.   

Nothing was stolen here. It’s just free market forces in play. Not to knock capitalism but some control measures need to be in place. I mean this girl can float but there really is no good reason to depreciate my currency at this time in my life. It should be on the up and up really. So excuse me while I go and court the right investors…..
Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is--his good, pleasing and perfect will. Romans 12.2
that, in reference to your former manner of life, you lay aside the old self, which is being corrupted in accordance with the lusts of deceit, and that you be renewed in the spirit of your mind, and put on the new self, which in the likeness of God has been created in righteousness and holiness of the truth.…Ephesians 4. 22-24


How I feel about the article below......


if you look at it from the point of view of ghetto being a style not in the context of geography or income level then you may see the positive flip. it's unfortunate that it had to be this dude to sell it. He is basically saying rocawear/akoo clothing meeting parisian chic. we need to own the concept of ghetto chic before these already rich folk sell it to us like its nothing we were doing before. We may call Yeezy the sell-out but we are the ones buying the stuff 24-7 but when a N*GGA tries to sell it-we all like it's whack/ratchet/ghetto so Kanye's strategy is align yourself with the bougie and people will buy your ish. Let them sell it and say what they have to, to get you (black folk) interested in it because soon we will be rapping about it and sellin' it in videos and social media. You could start a label called 'N*ggarish' with absolute style, great fabric, expensive as h*ll and some hood aesthetic connoting power and beauty or not (however you may look at it) in it and sell it but we don't and someone beats us to it and we complain...when will we realise we have enough power to do things ourselves if we just got out of our feelings?......We are the New Classic (we are mad at Iggy because she said what we have been thinking all this time and she is the wrong colour)! N*ggas in Paris shouldn't be cool because it says we finally made it to Paris on aeroplanes--> it should mean Paris finally made a significant impact on us to venture there. An overall inferiority complex and 'covetousness' will make you believe that you are not something/someone until you are eating what they are eating next door and we need to shed it off. Just like the women are doing!  We have been the classic since before tea was discovered. Let's look at slavery and colonialism from a different perspective....we were well endowed and everybody in the world knew they couldn't get the fruits of capitalism if they didn't have a strong backbone. Biblically Pharaoh did not want to let the people go because it would mess with his money, his wealth. We are the wealth! We are the prosperity! Let's start allowing words like black, hood, ghetto, n*gga, african to represent class, power, strength, education, peace, unity and beauty not only because that's what sells (because people are drawn to success, beauty and wealth no matter how subtle it is-how else can you explain some of these crazy art pieces going for a million bucks? but i digress) but because that's what it truly means. Looking black is a compliment, being black is a blessing. Black is a system with authors, poets, entrepreneurs, millionaires and billionaires! I will be damned to have my daughter grow up in a world that doesn't define or perceive her blackness as such. But it has to start with us...we need to own what we call ourselves. The devil came to destroy and the best way to destroy something is to tear it apart-to divide it and picking on each other and selling off one another to illuminatis, bad 'gay' or 'straight' rumors is how it happens. Have you ever seen on E!News-no matter how bad LiLo gets, they still talk about her and feature her and invite her to things; and Charlie Sheen? Kendra was a playboy bunny yall; no matter how bad the other 'presidents' were to a certain race, they are still revered and celebrated...they stick together like white on rice. They don't take each other to the Hague! Or crucify each other for sitting front row at fashion shows or call each other out on fake pregnancies. They are a team! They pool their wealth together and start banks, provide loans and insurance, give each other scripts and jobs and accolades. The G8? We need to be like that, like black on ice #rantoverfornow.



So when did we all just stop being human
And become Muslims, Christians, Jewish, Hindu, Buddist....
When did we all become
just black or white, Indian, Chinese, Native American, muslim, christian, jewish, hindu, buddist, gay straight....
When did we all decide to be warful....
When did we decide to become sensitive about tweets, cartoons, instapics?
When things keep coming and stealing our children's purity, and our children!
Wait, let that sink in,
Before we talk about the
Debauchery of our daughters and mothers' sacredness, robbery of our sons' strength and the larceny of our fathers' wealth and egos
The 100 'damnations' on our inheritance
Our lost humanity!

So we keep silent
In the face of drugs stealing our sanity; guns hosing down our homes; magazines stealing our identity..making us paper-thin till nothing is within.....
Till nothing matters.
Till nothing matters.
Except getting a few fickle followers and them advertising dollars!
We now all have the same accent,
Thank you globalization!
But no realization
That we are one!
One debased race with many faces.

So we build bombs, sell guns,
We even build the internet to find recipes...
To kill ourselves?
Then we send drones, humanitarian aid, have talks and all sorts of measures to save ourselves?
Yet we discriminate who gets on the planes to get the aid,
Yall remember Hotel Rwanda?
We make a script, we shoot a video, we shed a few, enslave a few...
Still no apologies, just a few dollars and the news talks about how they got an Oscar!
And we go ahead and bury our dead on credit!
Along with our integrity because tomorrow-we have to have forgotten this
So we can all just get along!

But we still won't know what it means to be who we are
We are so stuck in who we have become
black, white, ghetto, jew, rich, poor, terrorist, black, white, yogi, fatty, pop, democrat, hip hop, hip-pop liberal, dictator, fundamentalist?
Freedom of speech? 
Is this all it means to be human?

They will ask us and we won't know...
We will switch the channel to some reality show
To let them know
What the others have become
To get a paycheck
To get fame
To get a vote
To get a life
That is a lie
And say maybe this is who you can be...
You see son, 
Somewhere along the line
Someone forgot no someone Grainge chose....
To teach us how not to be human.

We can say devil and f&*k but we can never say God in a picture
The same policy used for the word 'NIGGA' and for Malboro Lights?
Let Yeezy get mad about a pole
Then we publish that!
Let people get mad about no 'living rights' and about not being able to breathe...
Watch Dailymail put a pic of someone's lard...
So we all get offended and distracted at that.

Being human, my kid is being mad at it all and not shootin' someone up!
You can't learn nothing when you dead
And neither can they!
True, you can teach from beyond-
But try and live for as long as you can
Because this ish always sounds better in your own tone..
They may not get it now
Or never get it forever..
But Jesus did it and this world is kind of better....