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This section is not about knocking fists but it is about respect. The respect I have of the pens and pencils and how I/we make them
work….This is all about art and Poetry
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Until then here’s some………..

I would /should first like to say that when you read these posts, it is because I was guided to create them. I’m saying that so that you know I do not have the gift of gab, and I can’t just come off the dome. I (once again) will say that I am directed to write this particular piece at this particular time. I do not understand it y’all, I just make it do what it do when I’m directed to do it..Okay?

The topic I’m speaking on today is about choices/Free will. When we were created. It was not intended for us to just be robots, and naturally follow Gods commands. It was made clear in no uncertain terms, that we would have a choice as to what we will/would do…Every second of every minute of every hour of every day of…well you should by now get the point….It comes down to we ALWAYS have Free Will/Choice…Feel me?

When I was a lil shortie I use to hate hearing my people telling me No!. It was like, No you can’t go to the roller rink. No! you can’t get that call from that hussy (ha ha) “Come on now…Graaanma” I said No boy, you heard me!!!!!!!

you can’t drive the car today, No! you can’t go out with your friends; No. No. No. No! Damn Y’all…All I heard was No! Needless to say, this pissed me t totally off at 15. I thought to myself, “Who are you, to tell me what I can, and can’t do? “It’s all about me and, I’m grown….shoot I’m 15

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“All of my friends are kicking it doing whatever they want to do, so why you trippin? then my hommies would get bold, yet respectful and whisper things in my ear like…..Dude Mrs.so & so be trippin, I’m not down with this…What’s Up?How you gonna let them play you like that man?

One Hommie, the one that we all thought was deep into the word ( because he went to church every Sunday) Flipped the script and said… “Do you not know that God gave you a free will to do whatever you want?” “They already lived their life, live yours; it’s your life!

I’m ignorant to this free will thang, so I asked bruh…what this was about right….So as ol boy starts to give me his worldly definition of this Free will..Like many of us do(still do) I ran off half cocked and ready to defend my case..

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I’m thinking…Ol Girl needs to back up and let me do me right?I got this all figured out Y’all….No more listening to these rules..I’m doin
I pondered. Before long, I stog me I turned the ringer off at night so she wouldn’t hear the phone ring so I could receive late night phone calls. I sneaked out of the house and handled my business, hung out with my people. I did a 360 of what Grandma expected me to do. Remember, I’m grown, with knowledge of free will right?

 

It was my life! Well Grandma was ol school, and she was not having this mess, so she said my way or th Frustrated, I eventually ran away from hoe highway……(Choice) at age 16 I took that GED and bounced. I had no more rules. I then found myself homeless, and without food or a ride, essentially, not a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of…

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Being in this mind frame was my life, and no one was going to tell me what to do or how to live it, I started accepting things for what they were. I vowed not to go back, because I refused to live by those rules! I carried this way of thinking right into adulthood.

Knowing what the bible said about the Ten Commandments, the devilhe devil was talking to me and I was listening……The devil said “God is trying to tell you how to live your life; just like your people did.” “Are you going to allow Him to tell you how you should live your life? “He gave everybody a free will, so you can do whatever you want.” True that!!, I thought again. This was like Déjà Vu! Therefore, I freely had sex, got drunk, hit up them juke joints, every weekend, became a thief,drug dealer, and a few other things, envied others, was not forgiving, and did whatever I chose to do.Listen up People.., it was my life, and I had a free will to do whatever I wanted!

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It took a minute, but because of my disobedience and rebellion, I got somebody pregnant without being married to them, served some jail time, messed up my credit, and became a pathological liar that couldn’t be trusted. Because of an unwilling heart to obey God, I became a fool, and was cursed because of my ignorance and rebellion. Similar to my childhood, I became bitter, and just accepted things for the way that they were, because it was my life! So I cheated the system, received money from my worldly ways, lived in poverty and sickness, and accepted being cursed, rather than experiencing the very best that God wanted to offer for my life. Somewhere along the line, I was deceived.

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Word People! God indeed gives us ( you and me) free will, but the free will that He’d gives us is for for the purposes of loving Him with all our heart, might, soul, and strength. How many people are there in the world today that has rebeled against God, because they were FOOLED to believe that He didn’t WANT the very BEST for their life? Make sure you seek God, and all of His righteousness, that you don’t be deceived to believe that your wrong doings are justified by the free will that He’s given you. Be advised that the devil keeps a track record of your life; and will utilize the same tactics he performed through your childhood, to get you to rebel against God as an adult. Truly live a free will life today, by accepting Jesus as your Lord and personal Savior; and walking in a manner that acknowledges and pleases the Lord! This is real spit Y’all..

Till I’m asked to write my next piece

A-pos-soul Speaks An apostle, from Classical Greek ἀπόστολος (apóstolos), meaning “one
who is sent away”,[1] is a messenger and ambassador. The purpose of such “sending away” is to convey messages, and thus “messenger” is a common alternative translation.[1out ]

A-pos-soul Speaks
For those of you who do not know the correct definition of an apostle…it is defined as the above.

I would like to say that this is a blog, and it’s purpose is to teach….not to demean those that are not as up to par with scripture.
I was one of those people. I was as street as they came y’all, and as hard as I was..I was scared….I stayed away from church and Christian people, because those I initially came into contact did those very things to me ( tried to make me feel lowly & without purpose, uneducated) I believed them.

I can tell you this…In those streets I knew things and I had a Bachelors in being hard, a Masters in hustling, and I earned my Phd in survival mode. It was an altogether different mode when I tried to
turn it around for Christ. I was infantile in my thinking and the surroundings and I did not know it at the time but the Devil was working on me through these so called Christians…He allowed them to slowly sway me away from what I was trying to…………come to…….The Lord, and for years it worked. I allowed their shortcomings to almost become my downfall, but God had plans for me, and I resurfaced ( years later) but I came back, just as hard for Christ, as I was for them streets.

That is what this blog section is about…to reach out to those that are hard but scared, educated in the ways of the world, but ignorant to the teachings of Christ. I am no bible thumper, no sly, slick and wicked preacher…I am simply a brother that was lost and found the path, still on his way, trying to help those that are/were like me together we can aspire(climb high). Some of you will continue reading and get your learn on, some of you will stop ( if you even got
this far) because I am not talking about who is sexin who, or who called who a HO…It’s cool like that…cause you aint ready…We all do things in our own/appointed and then sometimes people resist change and continue to remain in the depths of dire.

I have learned in these years of my existence that everything we do is a matter of choice.
Proverbs 16:9
The heart of man plans his way, but the Lord establishes his steps.

My choice has me embarking on this journey doing my thang with this blog, and as I said in the beginning…Learning & teaching, and
through it all we will make it..together……

Everyday, we read about, watch it, or hear about something in the news and the majority of it is depressing and negative. Well this section here is about bring positive things.. There are no days where we won’t have our trials and tribulations, but everyday is beautiful…because as bad as it may be, it can always be worse.

We have to remember that after every storm there is a rainbow…This section will be that rainbow.

Dubb

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Tim Wright A.K.A. Dubbyoo, the multidimensional artist, poet & Social Blogger has been putting pen to paper since adolescence and his weapons consist only of the power of thought, his drive, honesty, confidence, andmultidimensional viewpoint.

Dubbyoo has yet another love, his passion for reality, so he can compose a very diverse array of prose from black history & heritage to love and sex, religion, politics and parenting. From fatback and mustard greens to conflicts in Iraq and helping others recognize their dreams- there is no limit to his subject matter. This is a self motivated man and very focused on his goals, and has managed to do all these things being a devoted husband, parent and Christian. This is a brother to be respected and recognized for that which he has done and that for which he will do. If you know him…You know he is real, and if you do not….well, what are you waiting on

Time and time again, I was told by my grandmother that God doesn’t make any mistakes. I loved my grandma, but what she was saying dd not make sense so I then began to question God. When grandma saw this, she immediately told me to be quiet because a man wasn’t suppose to question God. In respect, I did exactly what she said and kept my mouth shut(that or get slapped). I couldn’t help but think, however, about the disabled kids I was seeing, that were in wheelchairs, back braces, on crutches, wore helmets on their heads, and couldn’t stop themselves from drooling out of their mouth. Surely, God messed up when He made them, I thought to myself. How come they couldn’t have the health and strength that I had? Why did they have to be subjected to the name callings and ridicule of others?

I then thought about those people they showed on television, you remember…those that the celebrities would try and get you to sponsor- that had insects swarming all around them; who didn’t have access to clean water, medical care, and was dying from starvation. Did God care about them? Maybe He made another mistake hmnnn????

How about the innocent bystanders that died from the result of something they couldn’t control such as bombings, war, robbery, stabbing, or a stray bullet? How could a loving God allow these horrible things to occur and happen to people on a regular basis? Certainly, God had to make a mistake somewhere, I was thinking- what’s up?

Since I wasn’t suppose to question God about these things, I posed the question to parents, teachers, leaders, and mentors. But all they could say was that I needed to be thankful for the life that I lived. When they told me this, I became more confused. Was I suppose to rejoice because I wasn’t handicapped? Was I suppose to be thankful because I had food on the table? Was I suppose to be happy because my residence didn’t get bomb; and I didn’t get robbed, stabbed, or shot by a stray bullet? Was I??? How unfair would that be to all the others who experienced these things?

 

The day that I truly sought God, and grew to know Him by His nature and Diety, I found out that a man shouldn’t question God. I’m suppose to “REJOICE”. I’m suppose to “BE THANKFUL”. I’m suppose to “BE HAPPY”. I’m suppose to be appreciative of the life that God has given me! One thing that I’ve learned, is that we can’t explain why things happen the way that they happen, due to our “FUTILE” minds. Who can explain how the “SUN” shines everyday of our lives, without it ever malfunctioning? Who can explain the complexity of all creation; in which an owl can turn its head 360 degrees, where a bat can hang and sleep upside down, and a human possessing the intelligence to travel to the moon?

When we lean on our own understanding, we never see the bigger picture; which is God’s purpose. All things work for the good of those who love God, and is called according to His purpose. Just like the blind man in the scriptures who committed no sin to cause his blindness; but was healed that God may be glorified, so is everything else that we may not understand. I now know why man shouldn’t question God. The reason why is because God’s ways are much higher than our ways, and his thoughts are much higher than our thoughts. We just have to pray for those in need, and trust God. Feel me?

Dubbyoo

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This is the blog where you can find Af-Am pop culture & entertainment, with a voice that’s edgy, viciously hilarious, politically aware–and completely unique..From Southern style fried chicken and mustard greens to you laughing so hard, you’re busting at the seams..if it is happening..I’m speaking on it..