The Pied Piper and Your Willing Sacrifice!

Your love for the lies…

You have a love affair with presentation, with the sweet nothings whispered in your ear. You meet girlfriends for drinks and ask them to speculate on the true intent of the man you love.
You worry. You worry because you know the answer already, you just want hope that its other than what you suspect. But the pied piper leads you to doom, not with bravado or hurtful rants. He leads you there by becoming the source of everything you’ve ever wanted.He listens to your woes with great interest and attention. He maps your weaknesses while offering delightful experiences to “restore” your excitement to dream and your faith in the unknown.

The Secret About All Magic

Yet, as with all good magicians and seducers, he “asks” for your permission to enter your mind. Spells and Your Binding Agreement
See, spells do not work if you are resistant. You must be a willing participant for beguilement. You must be “open” to suggestion and this is why are find yourself all in love with him before he reveals his intent and the truth of his heart. No darling, you are very very much in control: you give up your control because you think his offer is more splendid than anything you already posses. You will learn more about real magic and how it operates in your life as we work together. But for now, understand that is the only way that manipulation can work is  you have to first believe that you have a problem and secondly, that HE possess the power to solve it!

Once that is established, then you are locked in.

I told you before, Dracula must be invited in, even the Devil had to has God permission to tempt you!! What does this mean for you personally though? Well it means that you are playing a victim of the very decisions you make. you have allowed your emotions to dictate policy and your mode of operations. And this is why your math never adds up, this is why you can’t quantify the value this person brings to your life. You can’t think straight because you are not using that part of your mind t think, you are using your emotions to think Big mistake!.
The warning signs come though.

You are NEVER let without Gods guidance.

You just choose to override the nudge, that off feeling, or that gnawing in your stomach because its unscientific. But what could be more unscientific than hypothetical plans for a future you may not be the one he chooses to have one with?

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Salkis Re “Your Life Coach”

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Love Tender, Love Me True…

Never had a real shot at this love thing. I’m either caught begging or regretting. I’m either settling or chasing. They love me and I don’t love them, or I love them and they could care less about me. Been looking for the circle of reciprocity for as long as penises have entered my vagina. I hurt and supplied hurt. I sit at the window of my thoughts hoping that my karma has finally burned out for a fresh start at this romance game. Looking for someone I could be proud to call my own. Will it come? I’m not sure. I hope so. I can only settle my mind, body and soul in preparation for receiving it. But I got a million stories out the heartbreak deal, and my willingness to share has made for new friends. I would rather they not try to exploit my transparency cause its as if they think I expose myself in order to be used again.. Lol I laugh when they come trying to put band aids on old wounds.

I’m bored with their attempts to console me. Don’t play me for a victim because I have exposed myself to you. Those things you know of me have been worked out already, so its time to tell me about you. Can you reveal the things that make you look less put together? Can you show vulnerability? Will you show concern for me more than proper manners of “how are you”? How deep will you go to have me in your world? That is the question. Stop trying to figure out how you can get something out of me without risk or loss. You will have to give up something to be with me, your job is simply to decide how much of a risk im worth you taking. Its as simple as that. I win however the dice may role. There are plenty of ‘sure bets’ out here so don’t try to guilt me into offering you the opportunity to receive the results you are used to getting for those girls who are not goal oriented. I am not a manipulator: what I am however, is an “Uncoverer”, and by the time I’m finished finding out all you try to hide we both will be giggling as we relax into friendshipping each other.

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Your Only As Sick As Your Secrets

 

I love my paid hoes and poor sluts…

I have a few unmentionables. Things that have caused me shame in my life. Things that a few people know and maybe more than I think know because you just never know if your secrets are held sacred after you utter them. I wish I could go back in time, I wish it so badly. But I can’t. The ‘damage’ is done and I have to live on. But this thing called shame is paralyzing. Its like you walk one egg shells hoping you won’t be found out, like living while looking over your shoulder everyday. I can’t do that anymore. I won’t. There is no power in pretense. There is no glory in being discreet if your deeds haunt you, if you can’t forgive yourself. I’m for women. ALL of us. I love my prayer warriors and my jump off’s, and my paid hoes and poor sluts. I have been them all, unwillingly perhaps, led by fear most probably, trying to survive mostly. 20150402_071924

The fat gene won a few times but…

I know what its like to feel the thrust of man’s third leg inside me that didn’t care about me. I know what its like to “pretend” not to care while I let him do it too! I know what its like to latch on to someone because I thought this was the last train for me, that this was the best I’d ever get. I know what its like to pretend not to want anything so I’d be free feeling what I thought was inevitable disappointment. I know what its like to have a baby to keep the peace and get rid of one to keep “my peace”. I have been homeless. I have slept in my car. I know what a grocery store run feels like when you only have 5 dollars in your pocket for peanut butter and bread, but I also know what its like to give my savings away to my man’s next big business venture only to have nothing but a garage full of  novelty trash that wouldn’t sell. I fought the fat gene, won a few times, lost a few and Im winning right now and have a deeper understanding to stay here too.

Dear God, it’s me Salkis!

I spent a lot of time trying figure out what I wanted to do, what I wanted to be good at.. But that voice in my head was always nagging at me, telling me this ain’t gonna work or that ain’t gonna work. I even thought that being dark skin was a curse. I think I was 11 or 12 years old when I’d have frequent ‘talks’ with God about my complexion and I’d make deals with him I’d pass all my math tests and stop stealing the Fig Newtons out the cookie jar if he just would make me lighter skinned. Every morning, I ran to the mirror believing something changed, but there I was, just the same as the night before.

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I’d say: “You don’t love me God, if you did, you’d answer my prayers….”

Sex and donuts…

This is why I speak of self esteem and self awareness so much. I can see in the eyes of many women, the anguish, the confusion, the fear and dissatisfaction within their existence. I know it well. Even the psychics and the oracles can’t hide that look from me.  I know what they are feeling too. Bravado means nothing. The “I can do what I want to do” doesn’t mean a hill of beans. Its like one rice grain to a hungry belly. Only the strong will survive? No. Not true. Only the people who make the right decisions at the right time survive, only those who exercise purposeful discipline will survive. Much of our bumps in the road is do to lack of discipline, laziness, gluttony, focus. These things make one sick, broke, unhealthy etc.. Good sex is pleasurable, and I don’t know about you but glazed donut makes me hum my favorite tune. But are they good for us just because they bring us pleasure? That is what we have to reason out with the decisions we make.

So I decided that my goal, what I wanted to center myself around was love, self love in particular, but all aspects of it because it shapes and influences every part of our lives. I want love to be simple. I want the me that I was before I thought I needing fixing, the me that I was before the need to repair.. Before I was 11 years old I suppose….

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DR Sebi Village

Dr Sebi, Weed, Sex and Love lessons

 

Dr Sebi Cures
Me and Dr Sebi

 

Dr. Sebi is one of those fearless people I’ve had the pleasure of spending one on one time with, and a nonstop comedy show actually. No filter, no edits, no “I shouldn’t say that”. Non of that. He is the first, well the only person I know that I was able be totally free to talk to about anything. You couldn’t make him blush, nothing was a ‘bad thing to say’ or inappropriate. He talked about his stint in the crazy hospital diagnosed with schizophrenia and how he cured his insanity and other ailments through diet and herbs. He talked a lot about his sex life. He leaned forward in his easy chair, took a puff to prep for his statement and yelled out:  “I love to f%%k, No, NO, I LIVE TO F%%K”  My mouth dropped and then I burst out laughing at the way he expressed his love of the p$$$y like he was reading the book of revelations. I wanted to jump up and say AMEN, but I was too busy laughing in shame at his bravado.

I Should Have Smoked With Him…

Sebi went in the back room and came out with a carry on size suitcase, he opened it up and it was full of weed. He looked at me smiling and I guess he was expecting me to prance up and down at the sight of plethora of green goodness, but I sat there with my mouth open. I think I lost some credibility with him cause I wouldn’t light one up cause he gave me this “Oh you one of them” looks. I did plan to try the peyote he raved about though, but I was scared of that too, hehe. I managed to muster up some courage to try the snake powder though. Pablo (Sebi’s right hand man) said, “Here Eat it, it cleans the blood”. With a squeamish look on my face, I sprinkled some powered on my tongue and waited to hurl, but It wasn’t bad though. It had a dried fish taste to me..

So back to Sebi. I sat there waiting for another wave of shameless banter to come from his lips but I had to wait for Pablo to finish rolling out his blunts, Sebi moved his attention to the soccer game on his wide screen while Pablo prepped the accoutrements for Sebi’s nonstop weed smoking fest. He lined up about 6 spliffs side by side on a little coffee table and put it next to Sebi’s chair with a lighter. The attendants came in with soup and tea for him. The food got cold, the tea collected dust, but ” Deh Erbs Cum Ahrund” like Collie Buddz say, lol. Well about an hour into the conversation I was in full contact off the smoke and I felt more relaxed and got the nerve up to ask him more personal questions. There was a young lady coming in and out of the bungalow periodically. She made his bed and picked up laundry and removed the food they kept bringing him that he wouldn’t eat. I’d catch her giving me the side eye every so often and I realized that she was possibly one of Sebi’s side chics.

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Sebi Likes them young but..

So I asked Sebi why he liked young girls . He said “I don’t want them, they want me and I can’t even insult them away from me, so I keep them around until they want to leave!” I looked at him and hung my head cracking up. Could this man be anymore full of himself I thought. But he was dead serious. “See I don’t believe in forcing people to love you, they either love you or they don’t. I don’t own anybody and they don’t own me!” So Sebi, you don’t get jealous? ” I asked. ” Once I caught my wife in bed f^^king another man, I told them don’t stop on my account, I’m just going to get my things so keep on f^^king!”. I bursted out laughing again but I was a little puzzled by his indifference, so the next question was: “SO you wouldn’t even fight for your woman Sebi?”

He took a puff and looked at me with this crazy look. “If she was mine, if she wanted to be with me, would I need to fight for her?” I’m not fighting with you or for you to be with me. We are all free.” He said. I looked at him and he looked at me. I had to process that you a minute. So simple yet powerfully true. He looked at me and I guess he knew he crushed some of my notions of love, but then I snapped back to life. “Wait Wait! You left your wife for sleeping around on you,but you expect your woman to stay with you if you cheat!” “I don’t expect sh&*t! If she feels another man can f$$k her better than me, I will help her pack and give him some herbs to keep hard too!”

Me glowing from the Thermal Waters *Dead.. I flat lined at that point and brother had to excuse himself for the umteenth time choking with laughter.

So clearly he is not into sharing his woman and not into keeping her if she don’t want to be kept. I asked about sex again. I couldn’t resist,lol. “Sebi  you never  had a good piece of a$$ to get you strung out? Be careful cause one of these young sweet thangs will put it on you and you will change your tune!” “I had a good piece of a$$. Actually, the best a$$ I ever had was from an older women, she was 65 at the time. She just knew how to touch me, that was the best a$$ I have ever had to this day! Sebi said. Laughing louder now cause I see his face and he is thinking about that woman deeply now. “So Sebi why didn’t you wife her up if she was the best you ever had?” He takes a puff why staring at the T.V. screen.. “Well I was married at the time, and she didn’t want to be my second wife!”  I Flat lined again beeeeeeep.

We talked for a few more hours and to sum up what I learned of love from this crazy, wonderful man is that self love is all you need to sustain your life, Its all you need to have a happy life filled with love. “Lovers come and go, right! Are you with your first love? NO! SO what is the same? YOU. You are the same, You carry yourself with you everywhere, so the only thing you HAVE to love is yourself!” Sebi said while wagging his finger in my face.

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Your a Mean One Ms Grinch: Cosmic love??

So, I Really, really do not believe in “cosmic love”, I hear all these wonderful, dare I say narcotic influenced definitions of love. MOSTLY FROM women who swear their lovers come to their dreams and they time travel while having sex on shooting stars… Sigh.. I love hearing the stories though. It entertains me much like a good book you read then put away until u need to be entertained again.

Are they listening to what they are saying though. Do their partners feel the same way? Is this all because the “nut” was really good? How on earth can they say that their love is unconditional? How do you decide that you want to be with this person as opposed that person without some process of logic and reason. What makes you think he is the one if there is nothing to quantify?

These are tall tales women are telling, mostly to justify mistakes or their need for indulgences. To me, these things are merely coping stories concocted to take them “off the hook” and not be responsible for the things they do with partners or lovers. All this fluff, but in the after glow, or that “pillow talk” they ask him: “Why Do You Love Me” as they gleefully wait with bated breath (you egomaniacs) for the praises of their magnificent love and vaginas.

What is wrong with setting boundaries, or having standards when it comes to love? How many heartbreaks does it take to understand that HEART AND MIND need to be present when dealing with the will power of men.

Yeah Yeah, I know… it’s deeper than physical as some of you say. But how do you maintain a relationship that is non-physical? Air kisses, mental “I love you’s” and monopoly money to pay the rent?

I can’t with all this fluff. But I do appreciate the creative ways we lie to ourselves..it makes for great poetry…

Here’s to love, by whatever means I you experience it!