Keep Calling

I am a child of God, and I’m here for a reason. Nothing can’t stop me, not even a bad season. When the pain knocks me to my knees, I get back up. He keeps me moving, anytime I get stuck. Sometimes my mind feels gone, but my heart remains the same. Even in the darkness, I keep calling his name…

Analysis:

Have you ever felt like the more positive moves you make in your life, the more negative things keep happening? I don’t know about you, but I have. It will make you question everything around you and everything that you’re doing. The one thing you can’t do is lose faith. When positive moves seem to bring negative results, that is a test of your faith. Keep calling on God through the tough times and watch you destroy mountains of burden that you thought were impenetrable.

What if your bad season was actually your best season? Instead of folding and becoming the negative force that’s attacking you, hold the line in your faith and see what the new horizon brings. I’m not perfect. Let’s get that clear. There have been times when I was hurt and full of anger and wanted to inflict pain, because it was inflicted on me. At the same time I prayed on it and became stronger from the very thing that was trying to destroy me.

Build character during the tough times, so you can appreciate the lessons learned from the challenges.  The reason it seems like bad things happen when you’re trying to do good is because something is trying to block you from your victory.  Don’t rob yourself of victory by being distracted with losing attacks. What God has for you no demon can take it from you. You can only take it from yourself by stopping the positive flow by reacting to a negative situation. Let go of the darkness, so you can be drawn to the Light…

Edgar Alan Cole, M.B.A.

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The Coffee Shop

As he sat in the car finishing his breakfast, Jerry thought to himself, “What a beautiful morning.” That was a true statement for him, even though it was pouring down raining. While others hated the rain, Jerry always found himself captivated by it. He thought of it as God’s way of cleansing the world of all the shit people dumped in it. He really didn’t like people, because people really didn’t understand him. “They’re all idiots,” was one of his favorite sayings. Some of the rain splashed on Jerry’s head from his driver’s side window being cracked. His seat was leaning back as he exhaled a huge cloud of smoke out of the crack. He finished his breakfast and headed into the coffee shop. Mind on cloud nine and lost in his thoughts, he took his time making it to the door. The rain was smacking Jerry in the face, but that only made him hold his head back even further, to feel it even more. An old man was coming out the door as Jerry was coming in. He held the door for the old man, “After you Sir.” The old man didn’t say anything but gave him a mean stare. Jerry didn’t pay it any mind. He was used to it. The aroma of Jerry’s clothes was usually very loud and often caught people off guard.

With his messenger bag tightly by his side, Jerry made his way inside. He immediately looked for a free table by the window. Being able to see the rain was a must for him. Hopefully the words would flow like the torrential downpour outside.  He was there to see if he could get over his writer’s block. He hadn’t been able to write shit since she’s been gone. His love was far away, and he could only think about the next time he would see her beautiful face. The songs he wrote were always influenced by her. Six months had passed since she was away, and his lyrics stopped flowing. While she was in Madagascar for her job, his mind was on another planet thinking about her. Writing songs was his livelihood. Everybody in Atlanta wanted to make it in the music industry, and Jerry capitalized off the thirst of starving artists trying to make it. They had a good reason to flock to him for lyrics. Most of his songs usually turned out to be hits. You couldn’t even tell Jerry was wealthy. Money didn’t motivate him. Only the love for his craft and her made him feel rich. Even his car had to reflect the love he had for things that really mattered. His father left him a 68 Roadrunner when he passed. The car was rusted out and falling apart when he got it. Jerry put over $100,000 into the green girl to restore her to mint condition. That was his way of making sure his father’s memory would always be crystal clear, when he looked at his reflection in the candy paint.

Jerry made his way to the counter, and a little blond named Mandy greeted him. “Hi Jerry! You look so good today. I love your cologne. What kind is it?” “Thank you. I’m not sure Mandy. I just put some on before I left the house.” “Well whatever it is, you smell so amazing. Do you want your usual?” “Sure. That will be fine.” Then he handed Mandy a $20 bill, even though his drink was only $6. Jerry couldn’t tell if Mandy always flirted with him because he was attractive or he tipped well. He really didn’t give a shit. His heart was in Madagascar with her. Mandy kept trying to keep Jerry’s attention. “So what are you working on today handsome?” He started to get a little irritated. “Shit, I don’t know girl. That’s what I’m trying to figure out. How’s that drink coming?” “Oh! I’m sorry. I forgot to start on it. Let me get to work.” “Thank you. I’m going to have a seat at the table over there, by the window.” “OK honey. I’ll bring it to you.” Still feeling the effects of his breakfast, his nose was keen on the aromas floating in the air. His favorite drink was a dirty chai latte. It consisted of chai tea, one shot of espresso, caramel, almond milk, and whip cream to top it off. His love gave him the recipe.

That was their drink. Jerry would make passionate love to her every morning when they were together. Since he was so strong minded and hard to tame, her favorite position was riding him. That was the only time she fully controlled him. She would strap her beautiful, dark body on top of Jerry’s rock hard penis and ride him to ecstasy. Riding up and down on Jerry’s manhood she would look deep into his eyes and ask him, “Do you love me?” With his hands pinned to the bed by his lover, he would whisper with passion, “Yes my love, forever.” Then he would flip her over into missionary and gaze into her eyes. They were so beautiful. Her eyes were a dark cinnamon and would change to lighter shades of brown in the sunlight. At first her eyes would be closed as Jerry thrust himself in and out of her, while he stared at her face. Then she would open her eyes and catch Jerry staring at her. He would turn his head with embarrassment. She would always turn his head around with her hands; look into his eyes and say, “You can look into my eyes while you’re inside me.” She knew what she was doing. Jerry would look so deep into her eyes that he pierced her soul. It didn’t matter, since his soul had merged with hers. With every stroke they would exchange love faces, until they both climaxed. After they finished, they would take a shower together; make love again while they were in there; and head to the coffee shop.

While Jerry sat at the table reminiscing, a humongous set of thunder and lightning hit, “Booooommmmm!” The lightning streaked across the sky. He was startled and forgot where he was at for a minute. Mandy made her way over to Jerry with his dirty chai and said, “Wow! That was bright and loud. I can’t stand it when it storms.” Jerry quickly corrected her and said, “Don’t say that. It’s just God doing his work. There’s nothing like it.” She told him, “OK Jerry. I’ll try to think of it that way.” She sat his drink down, and he took his first sip. From that one sip the lyrics finally hit him. He was able to write about her:

This is our place. Isn’t it Beautiful? The sky is so magical, and your enticing essence is oh so plentiful. I never felt like this before. You’re an angel that I truly adore.  As I look into your Lovely eyes, I know that I have finally arrived. Querencia is where my heart desires to be. Your love is where I find the best in me…

She was the only one that understood him and could make him feel this way. Jerry loved that coffee shop. But even more he loved her. He sat there writing away in his pad. With every sip of dirty chai, his mind dug deeper and deeper into her. Jerry finished his last sip and yelled out, “Yes my love, forever!” As he sat there writing inspired by her, the rain kept pouring…

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Who’s Watching?

In my mind I’m not special. I simply lead by example of what can happen, when you don’t give up and live out your dreams. Being the best at what I do is a goal, but inspiring others to be the best at what they do is the mission. The only way to make a difference in this world is to trust in Him, believe in you, and be an example to us. Whether you realize it or not, somebody is always watching.

I want to make sure that my best foot is always going forward. If I’m caught on my worst day, I want my audience to see the best effort ever to make it right. One of my favorite equations is Hard Work + Dedication = Results. No one said the results would come overnight, and no one said the dedication would be easy either. Hard work is the fixed variable in the equation and the cornerstone for making the formula work. If you ever thought about giving up on your dreams, just come visit my little corner of the world. You can at least say to yourself, “Damn, this dude has been at it forever, but he never gives up.” If you notice that one attribute of my grind, then my mission is complete. Stay blessed as always friends.

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Fully Loaded

I have a fully-loaded weapon pointed straight at my target. Bullets composed of thoughts on how I can penetrate the market. First Shot: I aimed at his head and filled it with knowledge. His self-doubt was murdered. Now he’s thinking about college. Second Shot: I hit her in the heart, and she was resurrected with self-worth. Now she has knowledge of self and doesn’t even want to twerk. I’m a dangerous man with my fully-loaded weapon. If you’re afraid of conscious thought, I suggest you keep on steppin. When they put me on trial, I’ll gladly take the stand. “Yea, I killed negativity, and I’ll do it again!”

The Gift and the Curse:

Knowledge is the most dangerous weapon known to man. With that said many of us  are exposed out here, due to a lack of artillery. Even though I look at myself and say, “You’re not perfect and have your own imperfections. Why do you have to be the one to speak the truth?” If you have explored my previous writings, you know I find it perfectly natural to have a conversation with yourself. But I feel like it’s a burden at times speaking about things that need to be said but not necessarily wanting to be heard, by the ones who need to hear it. Knowledge of self and self-worth are things we need to truly love ourselves. When you see the bullshit and ignorance people do for attention and fame, it makes you wonder if anybody even graduates high school anymore. In the 80’s and 90’s rappers used to always say, “No sellout!” These days you are a sellout if you don’t sell your soul to the status quo and fall in line like the rest of the sheep. These are sheep being led by a master of deceitfulness and self destruction.

Today negativity sells, and being positive will make you an outcast. That doesn’t bother me. Outcast is one of my favorite hip-hop groups anyway. More of us need to become outcasts and bring positivity to this world. Regardless of how much controversy or “hate” I get for speaking my conscious thoughts, I refuse to quit. There’s a lot of bullshit going on in our society. Remember the greatest trick the evil ever pulled was making the world think he didn’t exist. In the 21st Century if we keep getting away from God and stop educating the youth, we are doomed! I refuse to “dumb it down” for the ones who want the sheep living in the bliss of ignorance. Even though I don’t have kids, I have nephews and youngsters who look up to me. I have to keep giving them knowledge no matter how uncool or less trendy it is.

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Artistic Therapy

It hurts to have these thoughts in my head. So with every stroke I left my mark, until the paper bled. My lips couldn’t speak it, so I let my heart express it. Maybe my confession of expression can help heal their depression. I lead by example by what a true heart can do. Let it all out no matter what they think of you. I am an artist.

Am I an Artist?

If you put your heart and soul into a writing, painting, song, drawing, or performance, you are an artist. It doesn’t matter if there is a thousand people in the audience or no one, you are an artist. I think a person can cause a lot of damage to themselves when they turn to social media or people in general for approval. Artists tend to get away from the reason they began to create in the first place. Therapy was the reason many people began to create incredible things. For me I really began my creativity after discovering my late mother’s journal. My mother was bi-polar and was tormented by the disease for decades. When my mother passed, I went back home to help out the family. One day I was going through her things and discovered her journal. As I began to read it, tears were flowing down my face. It was one of the most beautiful and saddest things I had ever read in my life.

At the same time I realized that she was expressing her deepest thoughts and relieving the burdens on her shoulders with these words. My mother was creating art in the form of written therapy. From what I figured I was the first person to ever lay eyes on my mother’s writings. Even though she didn’t have an audience, her art served her well.  It took a minute before I began my artistic therapy. When I finally began writing, the words wouldn’t stop flowing. As an artist you have to reach a point where you completely embrace your calling, regardless if monetary goals or recognition from others hasn’t been achieved, yet. There is nothing wrong with wanting to make money or be recognized for the hard work and passion you put into your craft, but you should never lose sight why you began to create in the first place. Make sure the craft is still healing your wounds and not giving you new ones, from not achieving a goal with your art.  I am a firm believer that an artist exists in all of us. Some people just use their talent for therapeutic purposes, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. If you are trying to make a living out of your craft, keep going and never give up. You just have to make sure that you don’t lose focus on why you began to create in the first place.

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Failure Is Not an Option

Staying focused on the failure will keep you distracted from the victory. After you fall down get back up, dust yourself off, and keep striving for greatness. Every winner failed before victory was achieved. They just never gave up until the goal was accomplished.

Failure should be viewed as a lesson learned and not the end of the road. How many times have you heard successful people say they never gave up on their dreams, and that is why they are winning? The formula is there, and it is so simple. Notice I said the formula is simple but not easy. Saying to yourself never give up is simple. Staying on the path when failure strikes is hard. At the same time you have to dedicate yourself to achieving your goals by any means necessary. Failure is not an option, and never giving up is the only solution for greatness.

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The Winner’s Circle

Victory doesn’t always mean recognition with accolades and praises. Sometimes winning is simply weathering the storm. If you faced adversity that was meant to destroy you but didn’t, that is definitely a win. If you failed but refused to quit, that is definitely a victory.  Some forms of winning are internal instead of external for everyone to notice. Every cloud that forms over your head isn’t meant to leave you soaking in water. You have to remember that nothing grows without nourishment.  The water falls from the heavens to often wash the dirt off our flesh and replenish our souls.

Take a victory lap even if no one is watching. We wake up everyday with a target on our backs. Little voices enter your mind saying, “Why are you still trying? That shit is not going to work. You’re going to fail again. This shit will never end. Why do you keep losing?” Overcoming your own thoughts is often a victory. Tell yourself that negative energy is not going to dwell in your spirit. If you are a winner, then act like it! Don’t let the bullshit stop you from achieving your goals in life. Keep fighting and know that God made you a soldier and not a surrender to failure.

Refuse to lose and keep fighting for your victory, even if it’s just fighting doubt in your mind. Be the greatest winner you can by always weathering the storm. When the storm blows over, victory can be claimed by knowing you were strong enough to survive it. Survival is just half the battle. Learning and recognizing the strengths you gained from the storm is another level of victory. Embrace the storm and claim your victory…

Perseverance

Perseverance is a virtue of life that we must practice to achieve victory. Never give up regardless of how hard the battle may seem. We were made to achieve great things, but we must learn to catch the rain from the storm and use it to replenish our souls…

Hard Work+Dedication=Results

Everyone has a dream, a dream to be great and accomplish amazing things. At the same time how many people stick it out when their dream doesn’t manifest right away? With that said it takes hard work and dedication to see results when doubt enters the mind.

Getting discouraged and being disappointed is part of the human experience. Being great requires us as human beings to listen to our spiritual voice and not flesh that is controlled by emotions and feelings.

When people say a winner is a loser that never gave up, they are telling the truth. When I published my book earlier this year, I fell victim to my flesh. I was discouraged by my initial sales but the hustle had to continue. Even though my emotions were telling me, “Just give up man. You’re not going to be successful with this dream. You tried.”

When these thoughts entered my head, I just kept on grinding and believing in my dreams. My spiritual thoughts told me, “Just do this last promotion campaign and don’t give up!” As of August 26, 2015, I am an Amazon Bestseller! My book is in the top 10 at #9 in my genre. I just want to encourage someone out there not to give up on their dreams. If you keep going, you never know what can happen. I’m a living witness. God bless…

A Mountain Speaks

Against all odds progress must be made. No matter the vertical challenge, a leap of faith must be taken. A dream can take on the form of a mountain, and it refuses to let you pass. It keeps running from you and growing in size, with every failure. Throw your hands up and scream, “I give!” Wow! Didn’t that feel good? It’s finally over. I tried, failed, and found peace in my efforts. So why does the dream keep haunting me? “Hey you? Wake up. It’s 3:00 am, and I’m still here. Was I really that hard? Did you do everything you could to catch me? How about this? Take one more step in my direction. I didn’t say it would be easy to obtain me. But if you don’t take another step, you won’t.”

The time is 6:00 am, and a new day has arrived. There’s something about my dream that I despise. If it’s meant for me, then why in the hell does it keep running? Folks get tired you know? Am I still supposed to keep chasing it? I refuse to quit, but let me catch my breath. Winded, bent over, gasping for air, and almost done is where I find myself. But the dream speaks to me again. “Man, get your ass up! Don’t you dare quit on me. I refuse to go anywhere. Sometimes you might think I’m freezing cold, relentless when the winds enter my valleys. There is no mercy in my ascending challenges and obstacles that you must face, but the top of me is oh so beautiful. If I didn’t think you could conquer my size and bring me to reality, I would have never entered your mind. And this is the thanks I get? Do you know how many people would love to see me? But I chose to reveal myself to you.”

Finally it all made since. The dream was more than a goal I was trying to achieve, haunting thoughts constantly on my mind. It was a part of me, my inner spirit. The mountain was placed in my path by a higher power. I have grown stronger in my quest to make it to the peak. God said I can move mountains with the faith of a mustard seed. Let me get back to the mission and continue climbing, learning, and being humbled by the grace of Him. Never give up on your dreams. I’ll meet you at the top…

Edgar Alan Cole