Loveology 101 — If you forget all else...

Loveology 101 — If you forget all else…

You must know that being happy is your destiny—fulfilling your soul’s purpose is your birthright…#endofstory.

Overstand the world will throw every curveball possible in your direction as you are striving to be the ultimate YOU. Regardless of the obstacles, when you decide that you’re going to be happy and live fulfilled there is nothing or anyone capable of stopping you—because only you know and can execute your next move on the fly, or improve on if needed.

Loveology places you back in the driver’s seat of your success, your destiny and all of your heat’s desires. Learning to LOVE in all fashions is only hard because we have been reared in a world that for centuries has convinced us that HATE is easier and more effective in bringing about change. In the meanwhile, Mother Nature and the Universal Laws unwaveringly show us the exact opposite.

The reality is all elements, things, beings, and universal forces seek coherence—harmony or balance. Striving for love despite all obstacles elevates us to a place of coherence, a state of harmonious living which allows the floodgates of the heavens to burst wide open with gratitude and in return, shower down upon you everlasting love and all of your heart’s desires.


Egypt English, LO
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Finding Love Amongst the Dead

Loveology 101—I wasn’t Prepared for Love

Ironic really, a Loveologist not prepared for love. Seems a bit of a mockery wouldn’t you agree?

Well, that was me about a month ago. Frank and I had ventured to D.C. for an art workshop. The workshop focused on the arming of local artists with the fundamental tools and efficiencies needed to become economically stable while being politically effective, and of course, creatively free. Well, none of this translated directly into Loveology, but upon our arrival, we were entreated to introduce ourselves—you know…who we are, what we do artistically and professionally, why we signed up, and little whatnots like those.

Here’s where I interrupt myself to say I did not sign up for the workshop…Frank did—I tagged along as Wifey. Thus, my introduction to Egypt was sum’slight. I briefly acknowledged the latter and declared I was a Loveologist by trade, a poet by passion, and a publisher by profession—a curator of great people and their great works. That was it, my introduction was over, and soon we all got down to the reason the workshop was created.

However, my one and only spill of encouragement was given to Queen wit’da Funky-Funky Earrings, who was struggling with how to be authentic with her craft in an ever-trending commercial world and still be successful—for the most part, I sat quietly taking in the vibrations and thoughts. Two hours later the class ended.

Along the way toward the door, love was being shared, lots of hugs and “Nice to meet you’s.” As I was getting ready greeting another Queen, with a massive afro of beautiful shiny curls, was standing near the exit. Her eyes lit up like fireflies on a starless night upon seeing me. Pause: by this time I was ready to get in the car for the 45-minute ride home and climb into bed. It was a weeknight and at dawn, we’d begin a new grind day. So, my mind was really one one track—ready to wrap up the night. Nevertheless, the vibrations of Queen Fro were intoxicating and before I could manage “I’m in love with your hair Queen,” she says “Loveologist? …that sounds so nice, please, I want to know more.” My heart stopped momentarily . . .

I’m pretty sure my face looked something like a woman who forgot to turn the oven off before leaving home and only remembered as she picked up the can of cooking spray next to the baking sheets. “Oh, a Loveologist, I study of love and how it works, about how we can harness it…”—I smiled, saying something of the sort, probably nothing of the sort…eh, wishful thinking. I was stomped. After writing tons of blurbs and posts surrounding the subject and even more—almost a complete book on the qualifiable and quantifiable science of Loveology by way of the study of L-O-V-E in its many translations…I could not command my tongue in such a way which who capture all that was Loveology.

Gratefully, Frank is my better half, and he’s also conveniently my number one fan, and well—Loveology brain dump; and boy oh boy, did he slide in with the save. “She being modest,” he said. “She’s working on a book now—there’s a lot of scientific facts and research behind it, mind, body, and spirit…” Frank continued. At this Queen Fro was even more enamored I suppose because although I confessed I did not have any sort of business card or brochure on hand she insisted I put LoveTrips™ into her phone and we exchanged hugs. I thanked her for stopping me, bid her a goodnight, and Frank and I left.

I  learned a wee bit about myself, my Loveology practice and purpose in that tiny instant. See, studying Loveology nonstop for two years and working with only familiar clients, family, friends or those who have mentored and taught me was only one horse to break. Having random strangers inquire based on a fifteen-second introduction you gave and maybe a vibe or two emitted is a horse of an entirely different breed.

From that experience I learned:

  1. I had become too get accustomed to spitting Loveology in “safe”, “controlled”, “I’m acquainted with my mentees” environments.
  2. Practice makes perfect.
  3. I need to get out and engage with new people face-to-face more often—introvert malfunction pending …
  4. I can be an enormous introvert when it comes time to put my learnings and acquiring out for all eyes to see—especially, in person.
  5. Your purpose will seek you out when you least expect it—you will be tested to see if you’re really about the life you are trying to live.
  6. Whether you are living out your purpose or a facade of one placed upon you, eyes are always watching you, and ears are always l listening to you—bruh, life with purpose?…there will be no chill.
  7. Loveology has no zip code, it only requires a heartbeat.
  8. I need business cards. Yup.

Maiiandostéka ☺



Egypt English, LO
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7 Days of Loveology Starts Monday! | Loveology 101 — The Introduction ♥

You can call me conceited or whatever you’d like, but I’m just going to continue to believe that I’m your favorite LoveTrips™ conductor !^_^!  As always, I love you all!

Mecoú, Greetings—As-salāmu ʿalaykum, Biwa, Peace—Namaste


2016 wrapped up into a beautifully tailor-made, just-for-me fashioned whirlwind of an end—nevertheless, I have no complaints, nothing but love for the going out of the old year and old seasons in exchange for the coming in of the new year and new seasons.

Subsequently, I walked into 2017 with one mission—finish everything I started in twenty-sixteen. No exceptions, only transmutations. No wooden nickels, only gold doubloons.

Well, in order to do this I had to do what my Hena, Mother, has always insisted and persisted I do like a madwoman. My stars have bid me do the same. The tarot cards I’m learning three times consecutively have demanded me do so, and of course my sacred numbers. Thus, for the latter months of last year, I penned like a madwoman—cursing myself the whole way for not doing anything more than picking up a pen and dwelling for hours, suspended in deep contemplation like a cat over his magnificent, humanly unfathomable feline name—I spent most of my time dwelling on how to translate my brain farts into English.

In hindsight and fore—I have done all but succeeded. Yes, I’ve managed the translation my thoughts into a decently legible collage of words with my upcoming book “Love is Law,” but each time I believe I have reached a stopping point in my studies, I blow a gasket on some new Loveological find, and I’m thrown right back into the madwoman phase. Needless to say, you all just might get a bit lovesick with all of my talk of love :-P.


Nevertheless, you—my loves I need as my beautifully talented and mysteriously human guinea pigs! I kid, sorta. Eventually, I will be producing my first Loveology course, but I basically want to test drive a few concepts, as well as figure out the best approaches for online learning and engagement before throwing the course up on a website without the least bit of care.

I encourage class participation!!!

That means all feedback is always welcomed—be it, praise, constructive criticism, suggestions, thoughts, testimonials, corrections, debates, and/or even your opinions.


Biwa & Andestagōnwa


Stay tuned in all week long starting tomorrow! Saturday, February 18th for some basic fundamentals and some paradigm shifters.


#Teaspiration Thursday | Big fish, small pond


Egypt performs Frank’s first Tarot reading

You feel like a fish out of your water. All of the other fish surrounding you are looking at you as if you fell from the great blue sky. You are moving differently, thinking differently, speaking differently and in an all out frenzy trying to live differently. You are starting to believe that maybe, just maybe you should fold in on yourself and duck back into your comfort zone. DO NOT! Instead, pause—survey your surroundings and take inventory of all your tangible and intangible resources. You will be surprised to find more times than not that you are indeed like the ocean fish who strayed far away from the currents of home and found oneself tossed by waves and thrown into a distant lake or pond.

…and because of this and so much more, you are truly amazing my Love!


Egypt English - Loveology Cards #infinite

#Teaspiration Thursday | Dancing with Dandelions

Live light, travel light, spread the light, be the light.

floating like a butterfly

It’s not a coincidence that your heart is as light as a feather, well, should be at least—here we’re talking weight or mass as in spirit energy, not waves and rays shot from spectrums. Nevertheless, do keep your spirit as light as a feather…you want to be a free spirit, ready to go wherever the great gusts of life take you.

Unmastered chaos, drama, fear, shame, envy, idleness, dis-ease and all other baggage—discard it, burn it, cast it from your space, your fields and ultimately from your spirit. Free yourself from all unnecessary heaviness. When you’ve done the latter, only then will you be truly ready to shine!

Once you are shining be grateful for all of the souls who will flock to your unhindered and oh so effervescent light.

You are always perfection

–💕 Egypt 


Creating Your Own Setback 101

#Inspired | Create your own setbacks 101

So, It was my fault, I conjured the storm…

I’ve finally reached a point in my life where I’m content with all of my fxck ups and come ups…phew *wipes sweat from forehead*…it’s been a long time coming know this. My biggest challenge to date: accepting fate—accepting all that I have manifested, even if that looks like “zero” aka “nothing” from my earthly perspective.

See, I realize now that wherever I am in life at the present moment is due to my very own actions—nothing more or less. I cannot be mad or frustrated with all that Universe, Source or Provider has bestowed upon me, even if it is unfavorable because I asked for it—somehow, someway, in some shape, form or fashion I requested what I received. Yes, I know this is a hard pill to swallow and often a harsh reality to accept, but just because I dislike or disagree with hail storms does not make them any less real, eh.

Our interpretations of “setbacks” are most often the results of our very own inability to come to terms with the “I ain’t quite there yet’s” and the “I fxcked up’s” of life. Yea, I said it.

“Good grief Charlie Brown”…

I remember graduating college with this overwhelming cloud of misery hovering over my head…it was a very dark cloud—student loan “debt”, credit card “debt” and no concrete vision of what I planned to do with my super expensive college education. Can your spell D-E-P-R-E-S-S-I-O-N…

I felt as if I had hit rock bottom in my life; and yet, life for me was just beginning…it was as if the Universe had personally declared me a readymade failure. The reality is I was merely starting to see the results of all the decisions I had and had not made from, oh, we shall say 2005 to 2012 coming out of darkness into the, well, not so marvelous, but oh so marvelous light…*places gun to foot*

Should’ve, Would’ve, Could’ves on Repeat

“Apply! Apply! Apply! for scholarships…” I remember hearing my guidance counselor say to me something like a million times from 9th grade through 12th. “Write! and apply for grants!” all of my English teachers wailed. “Join this club—apply for this contest,” insisted my science teachers and poetry mentors. “Learn to be conservative with your money!” pressed my parents...but I did none of this. And still, despite my lack of prepping, just as I had intended from day one of high school I chose a university that would take me as far as mis padres would allow me to venture away from the cow-roaming foothills of Sappony country.

For college, I was not prepared.

See, I was a first generation college student—which pretty much translates to “uh, I don’t know shat’ta about the higher academic process, except for all that mumbo-jumbo as seen on television.” And needless to say, I came up in the United States public school system which is—eh, well not the most encouraging or beneficial to Native American education…off or on our reservations. So yeah, I was a fish out of water, and all I possessed was my own brain and mind to facilitate the process of seeing myself through to graduation. And so let us toast to fate, because I tumbled, fell and crash-landed on the graduation stage, with an unnecessarily expensive degree in English, concentration—Literature …and of course, no real cares of being a school teacher or a writer… trainwrecks anyone? they’re all free—oh yeah and the three years worth of “frivolous, turn’up on the weekends, did not listen to MaaMa” credit card debt—NOT FREE PEOPLE—NOT!

Late Departures, Early Arrivals

So now, back to those setups…those self-deceptively disguised setbacks. Because I failed to think or act for five years down the road in all of the latter situations, and failed to plan in accord—I ultimately concocted my very own plan to fail—I set myself up for a crash and burn…one I would not see the spoiled fruits of until 7 years after I first began to seed and water them—chaos is always organized…when, where, why and how are simply mutable factors.

Nowadays,  I look back and I see only setups. I know I chose to make my bed hard when it came to my undergraduate studies. Thus, as Maa would say I had to lay in it! …but I rise from my slumbers realizing all that I learned and experienced allows me to know and be 100 times more diligent in my life planning process now. Plus, my setups can now serve as warning signs and roadmaps for others traveling along similar paths as I. For instance, seeing, experiencing and actively doing all that I did wrong and right gave me the push to help others who want to earn a higher education, but don’t know shat’ta about the higher academic process. When potential university goers consult me for college do’s and don’ts I can provide them with first-hand experience and the proof-positives and/or negatives. So, I shall conclude with, love your experiences—all of them, look for the setups in all that comes your way, and dismiss all that is unfavorable as good in its own right for your betterment in due time.

Remember no setbacks, setups only!

Know your today is always a reflection of your yesterday!

Until sometime soon…Maiiandestéka ♥

♥ Egypt


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