If they made blingy, light-up shoez for grown-up females, I would be the 1st in line. I'd lead a Peter Piper-like flashing-light kicks parade down the mall hallway & have everyone dancing-as-walking. I don't think I'd take them off. Maybe ever. I would prefer if they were faux leather & at least as timelessly valuable as old school Adidas. ~ That "Sweater Weather" song is supa hot & sexy, in such a simple way, & it's not even human. I have no idea what he's talking about ("the holes of my sweater"). Assuming he means his sleeves. Anybody who's ever been to L.A.--namely those of us who aren't from there (even if everybody else thinks we R)--'s gots 2 feel what he's sayin'. I can feel my toes in the sand, The Neighbourhood, & am falling in love with L.A. over & over again right along with U--along with the overabundant richness of supa conscious, supermodel hot people who come rushing in, eager to fall in love & make all their dreams a reality. Who wouldn't want a sweater experience after hearing that song? ~ No one wants the path I'm on. Look at Jesus. A classic case. He says, "All of this, & more, U, too, can do!" Then he does crazy stuff like make food out of something else. And U know what those masses did, as they stuffed their mouths with his crazy bread. They probably weren't even saying "Thank You," but, instead, were talking about him over in the corner, with their peops, like, "Yeah, crazy man over there thinks he can make this bread. We'll show him. It's cruel & unusual time, y'all! Pass me more of that bread..." And here we are in 2014. And people R still bangin' those bibles, or people they shouldn't be, rather than focusing on doing what the proven ascended master said (Body gone from the tomb, & it wasn't wolves or morbid thieves wanting to steal the bad-guy-who's-always-in-trouble-for-telling-the-people-that-they're-more(--Nobody-believes-that!-Who-believes-that?!!?!)--which just proves that there's not nearly enough regard given to the big Buddhas who come while they're here. We're in need of leadership that blows our minds & shatters them into little pieces to keep us honest. Otherwise, U get all these chattering teeth--blahblahblahblahblahblah exclamation point, misplaced passion, exclamation point, push & shove. My way or the highway, damned ones! Seems to me the truly powerful--like Kings or enlightened beings--wouldn't need to push or shove anybody, really, unless there were ticks in need of a big, bad full army FLI-I-IiiiCK! Shut up, already. Be. Maybe U'll get strong enough so somebody notices. ~ Let's keep it light. ~ I would like, this year, to end this bad nightmare of doing jobs I wouldn't have done in high school but was qualified to. And if I do, it's becuz I'm a Rockstar, & this planet's broken, starting with the U.S. Cuz we don't take our real needs seriously enough or understanding of our country's destiny far enough, or deep enough, into the psyche of humanity--the soul of life. We rely too much on external power to tell us how to act--on Titles & WORDS, rather than inner mission and givens. We haven't determined them, nearly enough. Then U fall for anything cuz U've got nothing living as strength inside. Something U've protected, held, nourished, cherished, decided you'd breathe & die 4. On your own. Cuz U used every moment 2 actually live. And not out of fear. ~ I have nothing to go on, at this pt., except people like "So-N-So." I'll call him "So-N-So" since, as far as I know, he still lives. He tried pushing me around by making some comment like, "Are you even FROM this country?" while he was managing my wrong-seated person down in Phoenix in 1 of those previously mentioned Circle K's. While managing me but needing Food Stamps (Say WHAT??!!!). And he's about my age. When I confront him about that, "What does THAT mean???!!!!!" (meaning Asians don't get more White than me--& you're a pathetic waste of all of our time), he tries using that his daughter is half Black, so there's no way he could be racist. Yeah, like a plantation owner who wanted to show some unknowing innocent who was boss, U piece of s**t (He doesn't like when Asians fit all the stereotypes, but he's in an environment where he can't even call them anything--like that they really ARE that much more intelligent than U without trying to the point that it's annoying, to say the least, & God forbid they're also female & your age & single & hot enough to burn a hole thru your sweater [Haha!--Had to throw that in there.] by how close she allows U to stand next to her but emits no trace of worry, fear, ignorance, or neediness, either, & aren't geishas or, if U're at all lucky, just straight up prostitutes who'll show U a good time in a demure, walk-all-over-me type of way ["Or should I walk all over YOUUUUU, Masta'??? lol). By the way, if he would've said "planet," I actually would've taken it as a compliment. Then, to make a long, shameful story short, I watched as I pushed a button called, "Appropriate Reporting & Escalation," & it set off a hailstorm & domino effect of screaming denials, vehement actions, words, & non-activity in all the WRONG directions! if someone wants that changed. Pretty soon, the entire Circle K District encompassing most of the Phoenix Metro Area & the Region are denying to the EEOC that they have any racial issues, including the old, veteran manager at a different store who they were kindly demoting gradually enough to just help along her insanity but not hurt her feelings since that was better than pushing her out the door--Anyway, she & I hit it off, but I have to say that when she greeted me at their store by interrogating me about whether or not I was illegal when I said I wasn't from Phoenix, I had to tell her about "Iowa," which was almost like explaining a far, far distant galaxy she was relatively unaware existed. Little did she know that it was more homogenous & White & in the Bible Belt than Phoenix. Anyway, talk about a snippet of the walking nightmare called being Awake amidst no one who is. I turned into the bad a** talent recruit they "couldn't send anywhere" because everywhere I went, everyone's demons came up. As it turns out, it was just too tempting to make jokes about the "foreign exchange student," being the only Asian within a 5-10 mile radius a lot of the time & all. They just couldn't stop. And so it was called my fault just for showing up Korean-American. And tall. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. ~ You know, somebody accused/prodded last year--actually, one of U all--1 of the students--"U like guys in uniforms don't you." It was stated, not put as a question, though it was both. I have an answer 2 that today. I do. And it's for a reason I realize sitting here right now after my experience just getting out a hellish apt. situation on Arlington St. this past weekend with love from the C.O.P.--the City of Dubuque Community-Oriented Police--(Klein, McClimon, Kramer) that is different than most, I'd bet. And that is that I hate uniforms, really. At pts., U think, "Wow. That saves me time, decision-making, and energy--not 2 mention wardrobe $$$." And those are the jobs that, while I was trying to launch my leadership in Love, Wisdom, & Source-Connecting Power, inevitably never lasted cuz, I know, self-expression is such a crucial part of who I am. And so any guy who can wear, for example, a very, U know, structured blue police uniform & badge, which really makes some women break out in a hot sweat--I know, ladies--every day, day in and day out--THAT is something to give him kudos, props, AND a pat on the back 4. What's more? At least he's trying to give his life to something of value and valor that men SHOULD, as men in whatever way he deems is his 2 do! With some discipline & noble strength! As opposed to men of my generation who barely even take U out on an honorable dinner outing but expect U to go backwards in female evolutionary history & act brainless & brainlessly let them take off all of your apparel in their apartment they're insecure about being able to hold down for themselves due to their own lack of--once again--LOVE strength in any one direction--much less anyone you're put on the planet 2 create or might say, "O-kay. Partner/tag team time on this procreation/householding thing done authentically but the right way?" to. With them. If they could stop making the same bozo mistakes & not even being puppy dog or sweet or honorable or masculine or regal enough to make you break out in the previously mentioned hot sweat, soften your heart, emanated via your peepers, to the most genuine compassion the world's ever seen, or simply ask, "How many do you want?" Because it's at that pt., I'd imagine--& I've been close. Believe. U. Me.--that that'd be all she wrote. Together, that is. Like biscuits & gravy. Like butta & jam. Like loving & breathing. Cuz that's why we're here.
Today feels like a Saturday, but it's not. It's a Mon. night.
Love yourself so deeply & well it's ridiculous--Here's the catch--WITHOUT being arrogant or lost in your ego about it. There's a fun Rubik's cube for your facebook time that actually requires U to be yourself & still in your body. Tell me--Do you turn into Jabba The Hut/a huge blob of goo when U're on that thing?
I'm over here dancing a Make-It-Rain-On-'Em-Hot-Truth-Gold-Nuggets Rain Dance on Cloud 9 in my hot a** light-up shoez coming down the pipeline. Somewhere. It's just too good 4 someone not to steal from my Idea Bank!--though we all know what yogs say about stealing.
Speaking of which, do it without drugs. It'll look better on ya.
Dead serious.
Peace & Love Water,
Amy Jin (I'm married to my purpose, & Source has no Last Name)
