Continued…

After the mother of my child left me alone in a state where I knew no one but her and my daughter. I was alone. However I’m a survivor and good with people. I was able to find help to get my feet back on the ground. Independence flourished out of me like a flower in bloom on the first day of Spring. I WAS UP AND ATOM ATOM ANT!! Working two jobs ,rapping on beats during breaks, lunch, after work, putting my daughter to bed, picking her up from school and late nights in the booth made me feel I was doing everything right. Until I wasn’t. Before I knew it I was done with one job and tired of always being tired, so I chose to be broke. When I say broke I mean forget about “money” being the means of success and replace it with the act of finding happiness and peace of mind in my studies and love of the arts. That spiraled into a look into ancestry. In this world where my blackness was being tested through trials of white supremacy in a dominance hierarchy infected land, I found serenity in looking into the history of my people as a whole. Not just slavery and egyptian God’s- no, but in all African culture as a whole. All is one and one is all. African is all one race if you ask me, no matter the tribe you come from. These teachings from legends like Dr. Ben Yosef and the honorable master teacher AA Rashid, I have found my connection to the root of my people. The journey led me back into self worth and understanding of who I truly am and not as the world views me from my mistakes and circumstance. 

After 4 maybe 5 years of solitude from the dating world, I signed up to a dating site called BLK. Met beautiful black women all over the place from Chicago to Milwaukee to Minneapolis. I love RPG games and traveling on new adventures, so these new adventures, discoveries brought me out of my shell in ways I needed. The Phoenix I mentioned a couple paragraphs ago I met here.I leave her name out all because this is about me. Just her presence and care for my story and me as a person completely healed me of my wounds. I feel she was a vessel being used by the universe to make me whole. Drugs, love and R&B reminded me of everything that made me start a serious path with this art. You see, it's not about the end destination but the journey, as we all know or hope to learn. When I chose that journey to be an artist I struck a lightning rod in my destiny. Art comes from inside. The imagination, the story, the experiment can’t be experienced without the process being truly lived out. She taught me that you gotta love a muse when they appear.

A muse can be the defining piece between your art having any feeling in it or just an empty canvas with no imagination to fill it with. This is about that. Learning the ability to control your emotions and release your energy positively upon the universe. That “ism” is “Euphoria Lane.” It was a trip to a witch’s house that cleansed the dirt that was blocking my access to that plane. Warming the egg and cracking all of the bad energy out of it into a glass of water. Witchcraft. Art. Things change when you give change a chance. Moving forward I want to put balance and discipline inside of my art. Doing everything off feeling alone can lead a path to emotional destruction. I’ve learned this well. When I can get out of my dungeon of thoughts and demons of my own I will bring my struggles and journey to light to share with people who are interested. This isn’t just about exposure. This is about passing on the love and light for the new generation. This is the fall of the ego and the rise of the Phoenix. Filling the plate of the starving artist with magic from the witch’s concoction made for the children who brave to travel down “Euphoria Lane.”