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Little Black Book
My mother kicked me out the house again. Once at fourteen, a few days before my 15th birthday,on my 18th birthday, and now two years later a few weeks before my 21st. Coincidentally, it seemed to happen simultaneously around my birthday. Great birthday gifts, right? The universe really does work in mysterious ways, I guess. It did hurt having a mother who’s first instinct is to abandon me, when she’s literally all I have. I’ll miss my seven siblings. “At least I know that they’ll be fine at home with her. “ I thought, as I wiped my tears off my face. I stare down at my tan hands with a blank mind. It’s cold outside during this New York City winter, but all I can really think about is what am I going to do now. I look at my phone and I see texts from my mother. She’s asking for the address to send all my belongings to from Houston. “Also I have some journals in the top drawer in Mina’s room. Can you send that too?” I respond. Mina is my younger sister. I know she’s happy she has her room back to herself again. In those two journals is where I write all my intentions and manifestations in. They’re very important to me. I look into my phone camera. Big brown eyes, big pink lips, and thick eyebrows look back at me. I smile. Why am I thinking about how cute I am at a time like this? Whatever. Katanna, my best friend for years says that I can live with her, her mother, and younger sister. It’s astonishing how a woman who didn’t even birth me can care more about me more than my own mother. However, Katanna and I have been planning on getting an apartment and living together so it seems as if this is the universes way of formulating our plan. I just wish it happened more on a good note and when I was ready to leave my mothers house. I am going to miss that big beautiful house in South Houston suburbs. I wrote a lot of good songs in that house too. My mother doesn’t really see my music career as something worthwhile. She rather me go to college and become a nurse. While I do not see an issue with that, I’m more of a business woman. I’ve been rapping since I was a child and I know that this is for me. I can feel it. I hop on the bus to head over to Katanna’s house. The bus looks like every other MTA bus, but something about this bus just looks different. Not physically but energetically. When I walk on the bus the driver smiles at me. Weird. That never happened before. I smile back and walk to the back of the bus where I always go. The bus is empty. The energy inside the bus is different too. I’ve rode MTA for almost 21 years of my life and I’ve never felt any vibrations like this before. I take my seat. “I wish me and my mothers relationship was better.” I think to myself. Now my brain is running with both negative and positive thoughts. From, “Everything happens for a reason” to “Why does it feel like my own mother doesn’t like me?” Meaninglessly, I start to look around the empty bus. I look at the bus driver. He winks at me. I fake a smile back. I sigh, and look down at the ground and I see a book. A little black book. Any other time If I was to see anything in public I would mind my business and avoid it. A New Yorker’s instinct. This time my intuition was telling me to pick up the book. I bend over and pick up the book staring at the cover. It’s leather, and worn down. I wonder if it’s the bus drivers book? No it’s yours. A voice in my head quickly assures me. I open up the book. The first page is gold words written in ink. “It’s already yours”. It’s says Interesting. I flip to the next page. It’s blank. I look up at the bus driver. He looks back at me in the rear-view. I look back down and magic words quickly fill the page. “Change is coming”. I look at my phone it’s 2:22pm. I flip to the next page. “Aylani what do you want this very moment”. A gold pen magically forms from the book and drops on my lap. I drop the book. Not out of fear but out of confusion. Am I dreaming? Did I fall asleep on the bus? I think to myself. This cannot be happening. I stare at the bus driver. He’s smiling. “Okay...” I say to myself. I pick up the book and the gold pen. In it I write, “I want 20,000” and I sign my name. The book starts to shake and suddenly disappears in thin air. Right in my hands. This is definitely a dream. A notification comes to my phone. I drop my phone. I’m still sort of paranoid. Chase bank. I open up the app. “20,000 has been deposited into your bank account.” No way. I think. I call customer service. “Your account balance is 20,000.” the automated voice says. It’s my stop. I knock on Katanna’s door. Am I dreaming? No. That same voice reassures me again. Katanna opens the door. I hug her. “We’re getting our apartment. I’m going to the studio. The universe really does work in mysterious ways....”
By Ayanah Cadet6 years ago in Motivation
Falling Into A Rut
Have you ever reached a time in your life where you feel you're life is going nowhere? Every day feels like groundhog day, and you're just not finding any satisfaction, any excitement, or any happiness, in life. It's like life has just become a constant pattern of wake up, work, eat, sleep, and repeat. The only thing worth looking forward to are the weekends and time off from work, and even then you aren't even doing anything worth writing home about. Personally, I have experienced such times myself on a couple of occasions, throughout my life. You find yourself in a position where you start questioning if there is anything more to life than what you're doing. Although you understand that work is a part of life, and all, as too is sleeping and eating, but apart from a short burst of satisfaction from going out with your mates on the weekend, or spending some quality time with your partner or family, unless you are blessed with wealth, it's easy to believe that life really hasn't much to offer. When I found myself in this position a few years back, I really questioned my purpose in life. Surely I wasn't destined to be spending the next 30 years of my life getting up at 6am, eating breakfast, battling peak hour traffic, going to a job I hated just to get paid an income, battling peak hour traffic again, eating dinner, exercising, and then going to bed, every single day, bar weekends and annual leave days. It made no sense to be muddling my way through life void of satisfaction and happiness, yet my routine was pretty much exactly how we were educated to believe that life would be. Eat, work, exercise, and sleep. It's sad that it took me 37 years of my life to realize that, not only was there more to life, but it was up to me to dispel this crap about how we are taught how life should be, and how we should live it.
By David Stidston6 years ago in Motivation
A bit about Clive Wilson
It didn’t start very well… School and I didn’t get on very well. At all. I failed all my exams and left with little more than a passion for electronics and an inquiring mind, always needing to understand how things worked (or mostly how things came apart and didn’t quite go back together again).
By Clive Wilson6 years ago in Motivation
The Luxuries of Humanity
People have always claimed that money isn’t everything, nobody really needs it to be happy. It hadn’t been true, not when the world they lived in was built upon a never-ending cycle of give and take. It might not have been the first thing on a person’s mind, but it was always there, simmering under the surface. Lurking like a predator, a worry in millions upon millions of minds everywhere. Money meant survival, it meant health, safety, and sought-after luxuries.
By Emilea Davis6 years ago in Motivation
The Manifestation Journal
The pit in Alani’s stomach tightened as she opened her eyes. The sun had only just come up, but she was a light sleeper. As soon as life began to stir outside her window, so did Alani. It had been like that since she was a little girl, rising with the singing birds. She didn’t always have the anxiety though.
By Asha Kennedy6 years ago in Motivation
Magic Is All Around, For Those Who Believe. Top Story - March 2021.
It was fortunate that I was walking that day with a defeated posture. Had I been looking up instead of down, I probably would have walked past it, dismissing it as so many had me, as it crunched, unnoticed and unappreciated, under the heel of my shoe. There I was, head down, eyes averted in every effort to avoid human contact, lurching through the park on my way home from yet another devastating job interview- and there it was, shining benignly up at me, faded black leather with a ringed binding.
By Kassia Justine6 years ago in Motivation
A Total Turn Around
In New York lived a young man named Derek. Derek was raised in the lower East Side, a troubled kid in a troubled part of town. Growing up isolated, insecure, bad grades, constantly fighting with his mom, and no true direction in life. He was kicked out at age 19 when his mother was fed up with his disrespect. He can still remember walking out hearing her compare him to his father, who left them on Thanksgiving when he was ten. With no close friends or family, the only person who took him in was his coworker Tyler. Upon arrival, Tyler simply said “get your own groceries, rent is due on the first, your room is upstairs.” and that was the only conversation they had for a week.
By Chris Delgado6 years ago in Motivation
How To Make Your Regrets A Source Of Strength
Pick your most painful regret and do this to heal it. Ever wish you could go back in time and slap yourself? I can. In between my first and second year of college, I languished at my mom’s house like a lump of Jell-O that refused to even wiggle.
By Nate Rifkin6 years ago in Motivation
The Black Book Challenge
Let me first introduce you to Lovely); the little fat girl that always dreams to bring love and joy to this Planet's mother Earth. She always wonders, why people don’t just simply live with joy? As we are here in this journey together to support one another. She trusts that the Universe will give her what she wants. And one day this Earth will be in total peace and we all will live happily ever after. Nothing is impossible, for every problem there is a solution. The door of opportunity is always open, her dreams were always there, but she just did not have enough courage. She thought dreams are just in fairytales, movies, songs but not in reality. And the truth, we are in our movie. We are the co-creator of our life itself. Believe it or not! The love that Lovely always dreamt of is always happening to her, and the Universe was always speaking to her with signs. Her questions were being answered by the Universe. The external negative noises, distraction was the reason she did not focus and believe in herself that what her institution was telling her. She believed that the Universe works with you and not against you. So, she tested the Universe and was able to tune into her inner voice again.
By Sese6 years ago in Motivation
Already Within
HONK, HONK, HONK, HONK. My alarm is obnoxious, I need to change it already. I hate the discomfort of my twisted pajamas coiled around my body the moment I open my eyes. I hate the crumbs in my bed from Winston’s bone that he gnaws on before bedtime. I hate the sunlight that pierces through the magnificent skyrise view I once dreamed of directly to my burning, dried out eyeballs.
By Lexi Taylor6 years ago in Motivation
Suitor
October 5, 1945, the great citizens of the United States are ablaze to witness the glorious victory of the Second World War. America is in a state of celebration and economic growth. Jerry Gold is the most successful man in America, his life is overwhelmingly bombarded with money, beautiful people and luxurious opportunities. He is an inspiration to all and the picture of a successful, post-war American Dreamer.
By Izzy Adler6 years ago in Motivation
