Mothers of Divine Feminine

She controls everything with her moves and mood swings. Dark is her knowledge more ancient than men. Beauty extends from her roots to the sky. Love is her home.♞

Her Feelings


My wife has a deep connection to her emotions. Weather seems to harmonize with her inner world. The agenda is keep Her happy. Love has many levels. Mothers are the core of it all. A change in mind is a difference in emotions. Men can admit when she’s upset the whole day is screwed up. Like water, a slight action can cause a bigger reaction. The wisdom of men have taught us to tread lightly and cherish the hearts of the divine feminine.

The Sacrifice


Before our arrival we understood the mission was to become something new. From one world to another she offers beauty, milk and honey, structure, support, emotional awareness, soul, and experience. Her sacrifice is coming to such a low place just to raise her children back up.

Showing Gratitude


Society can complicate the simple things in life like gratitude. Standards should never be put on doing something. The importance is the action. Men can be lazy. She loves the effort behind the gift. To inherit the divine feminine one must be humble enough to acknowledge her worth.



Who is the Black Horseman? Ch.4 Part 1


Honey Hollow


My new neighborhood was far from the hoods of Los Angeles. The scenery alone would motivate the average person to work multiple jobs just to live there. My brothers and I made new friends. This was definitely something new to have white and hispanic friends. Only a few Black American families lived on our street. My brothers and I never discriminated as long as you were real.

My mother enrolled us into Honey Hollow Elementary School during the Fall of 1989. I maintained the knowledge that I acquired from my previous school with my Asian teacher in Burbank. The new kid on the block energy didn’t ware off until the end of the school year. During the summer my brothers and I explored the nearby neighborhoods via bicycles or on foot depending on the mood. Moreno Valley became a playground to me. I became very diverse in my views on other people because of the frequent interaction I maintained with them at a young age.


My first tackle football coach was a white cop. He had a firm and mean demeanor but taught us how to be winners. I am forever appreciative to my mother for understanding the type of energy my brothers and I shared. We stuck together and fought anyone who opposed us. This mind set transferred into the sport of football. Despite the opinions on the safety of the sport I’ve gained the structure needed to make it anywhere in life. Football teaches humility, team work, focus, dependability, and many other great qualities that develop the skills of young men. Sports became an outlet that permitted the release of emotions that I definitely was still working out as a child. Being away from my father became an empty space of uncertainty.  I knew deep inside my unfulfilled heart was a boy of adventure and I decided to let him live.


RJ made a lot of money from the music industry. We rarely lacked material things. Many mistook my family for being rich. Little did they know the spending habits in our household were atrocious. I’ve lived in some beautiful houses for sure but the others are not worth mentioning. I learned about the music industry at a young age. One thing I admired about RJ was his great singing voice. Being around his vocal influence inspired me to develop my very own voice. His personal demons kept me at bay but I always knew when it was safe to be in his presence.


She didn’t seem interested at all in 3rd grade. It wasn’t until my brothers and I won the talent show by singing a love song. I’m not going to lie, she was the prettiest girl in school and I was terrified to speak to her at first. She became my girlfriend after she spit on me for kissing her. I tried to kiss and run but it followed like a heat seeking missile and landed flat on my face. Definitely a top 5 most nastiest moments on my list. Being stubborn is definitely one of my many human flaws. I forgave her and she actually liked the kiss. She dumped me shortly after the beginning of 5th grade.

…Stay Tuned for Part 2 of Chapter 4

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Passion Practice

1 year ago I picked up the guitar and started another journey. I learned that what you do habitually becomes your structure (Earth). “Why not try to create a world of melodies”? I asked myself. This persuaded me to name my second daughter Harmony. This is me practicing a passion that teaches me rhythm, tone, and the ability to transfer emotion into vibration. #bhpromotions #headphones

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