Hurricane Maria Dominica - Copernicus - 4600 Lives Lost/People Killed

Hurricane Maria ‘killed 4,600 in Puerto Rico’ – #WeStandonLove

“A third of deaths after September’s hurricane were due to interruptions in medical care caused by power cuts and broken road links, researchers say.” —BBC NEWS

Is this anger?

I want to say it was anger which seeped through my tear ducts upon seeing the breaking news article Frank shared with me, but it…it is somewhat raptured, caught between anguish, anger, anxiety and a whole host of other words that all mean I am utterly lost for words, and emotions feel really funny right now. How can we? This—all—my stream of consciousness. How can we sit back in our privileged luxuries, be they minimal or grand, and not at least try to make this world a more caring, more loving place? How can we sleep at night knowing so many living and breathing sisters and brothers, mothers, children, infants, and elders are no longer living and breathing, simply because we all as a uniu have yet to care enough to ensure that our kin at least had a surviving, fighting, weeping chance? I know why these hurricanes touched land and why these floods rose so maliciously, and I rebuke the mampa isi, the unega—the evil spirits, the devils and all others who gave the okay and allowed such a tragedy to befall in such an ungodly manner a people, our people. I rebuke us all for being so selfish, so deaf, so dumb, so mute, so blind. We must do better—myself included. We must care for our siblings across this globe as we care for our own. We must care for our own enough and with such high regard that we can care for our sisters and brothers afar—so that we feel compelled to care for our sisters and brothers afar. We must remember each persono and persona near or far in our prayers, meditations, thoughts, deeds, and actions. We have been mad. Mad with the lack of tender love and care. We have been cold.

And we, here on American soil, allow Air Force One and all other “government” aircrafts to fly all about the United States Incorporated, from tea party to gala, business trip to pleasure trip, personal getaway to collusion getaway, but we do not stand with unity, dignity, and force to declare that all said crafts be grounded and stocked with supplies and/or rescue provisions to aid the United States Incorporated territory that is Puerto Rico in the wake and aftermath of such a storm to ensure the safety and livelihood of as many people as possible. I mean seriously, do you really need roads or power lines to land a helicopter? When will the streets of United States Incorporated be flooded with the living and breathing bodies of the United States Republic screaming death to the devils, life to love!¿

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The Fool In Me - LoveTrips ™ the BLOG - Egypt English

The Fool in Me

If my life is my message…what kind of message am I sending?

Tarot Teachings


I do love myself—enough to fear nothing. I release all judgments of myself and all others. Thus, I will and I shall live, give, and I shall build. My practice is my adventure—my life, this journey, is my practice. And although I seek the bounty and the beauty that is the rose, I shall not fear its thorns. I will regard each prick as a lesson to be learned—each scar, a badge of honor earned.

With all of my love.

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Egypt English - Loveology, History and Heritage

Country Flowers


I come from the land two turns outta gutter swamps, still got bullet holes in SUVs tho—pull up to the famly’union liable to find deer, pig, frog legs, a bite of squirrel and some gator from who tha’fxcks backyard is this, muhnegus we got these roun’here? right next to great grandmal’s good ol’ con’bread and cawlud greens.

#avegansnightmare ♥ #truestory

My Yellow Room - Sound of Revival - Autobiography of Egypt English

Stepping on toes


Even a basic two-step takes practice.

Gifted—everyone has a gift say the good books. Each person has something inside of Him or Her which specifically sets Him or Her apart from all others and amongst the ranks of others who share similar gifts, right? Right. So what makes you special…if you are not the only one with your given gift…what makes your gift worth having?

YOU.

You are what makes your gift special. I am the only person walking this good green-blue earth harboring my specific set of morals, traits, values, and experiences. You are the only persona who can express your gift with and from the perspective of your past, present and future living.

YOU ARE THE GIFT.

Fathom this…you, a one of a kind, living breathing walking talking gift to be continually perfected in all areas and aspects of life and existence then shared with humanity well-seasoned and tastefully raw af. Eh, picture that Love.

Peace and always Love!

—♥Egypt

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Bag Lady's SugarHoneyIceTea - Free Relationship Coach, Lifestyle Blogger

The Bag Lady’s SugarHoneyIceTea


Got my hands on an authentic vintage Gucci bag once. A nice one too—a collector’s steal—a connoisseur’s dreams

but really wasn’t my type of, you know, flavor—couldn’t satisfy my sweet tooth... Eh,

so I parted with it three days later for decent enough amount of fiat.

I know, I know—some may say girl you’awholefool out in these streets…well, to each her or his own custom pile of rocks to kick…

I know my own speed of light. I bang hard with my own style. I like the conversion rate of USD to Pesos

—and this Rosetti backpack for that Burlington price tag… let’s just say life was officially given bi.

#thesimplethingsinlife

Only Masterpieces Can Create Masterpieces - Two Year Young Egypt

Only Masterpieces Can Create Masterpieces

You must first be great to produce greatness. From mediocre you receive mediocracy. To be great is an ongoing journey—no Man, no Woman possesses a beginning or an end to his or her greatness. Greatness is to be assumed, owned and managed continually. You are by divine creation great. It is only when you decide to stop striving to be greater than your yesteryou that you begin to dress your own self in robes of mediocracy. There is no end to the levels of greatness one can achieve either—there is only stagnation.

You are indeed great my Loves!

—♥E

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Wicked Ways - Egypt English - Love & Life Coach

This sh¡t ain’t kashér and you know it…

Vows are not made to be broken…

but—we are humans, fickle creatures…we break them. Some we break unintentionally, some we break to save, as if it needs saving, grace…and some we break simply to keep from having to reveal our demons to none other than ourselves. I broke a vow I made to you, because of the latter—I simply could not be transparent with you, so I hid from you…but only the part of you that reflected me…I hid from your eyes, and yet your hearts still beat in my chest.

Even in hiding, I could not escape the sound. I could not stop my feet from dancing to those beats you conjured—and though, my mind still raced as brilliantly as a million thoroughbred stallions, my spirit stalled out a time or two, and my body backfired…my bones cracked and ground bone on bone. I chipped a tooth. I stained a few. Part of me became so seemingly complete with the thoughts breathing as good mother Dickinson had, and part of me grew sick of dancing in my own eerie shadows, dropping baskets of treats from gloomy windows. Slowly,

hesitantly,

I set aside my peace pipe because I am learning time slows down much faster when it speeds up—like interdimensional travel, shifting, bending, transmuting from one black space to the next without the blinking of an eye. I am home again. Please allow me to rest my head upon your hearts once more.

Signed,

A Letter to Those Who Traveled this Wicked Path with I

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The Changing Woman - Egypt English - Self Love

The Changing Women

I would like to believe that I am indeed the same woman who began this particular LoveTrip three years ago, but the woman I have become and she who I am ever-becoming will not allow me to be so complacent.

See, although my core has surely remained the same—all around it has metamorphosed.

Love your transformation mis andestagōnwa!

—♥Egypt

 

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