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Dream 6-23-2017: Name Calling

Last nights dream was interesting to say the least. It had me feeling a little different…not scared, sad, or confusing. I guess calming but in a way something I need to address.

Someone called my name in the dream. I see a man figure and they are shouting my name from a far but I don’t recognize what they look like. I know the voice is strong. It does sound like one of my male friends but I can’t tell.

Some insight:

“If the voice sounds familiar (even if you cant see them) it may be that someone in your waking life has been trying to get your attention but, for whatever reason, you’ve not been taking any notice. Perhaps there are things in your life at the time which have distracted you away from giving your time to people who matter most.”

Also,

“Perhaps the voice was calming and reassuring, almost angelic. Some cultures believe dreams are a divine portal for messengers to introduce themselves to you. People who are beginning to explore a spiritual path may consider meeting their “guardian” or guide through their dreams.  Its important to emphasise that dreams of this nature will always leave you feeling refreshed and energised, never sad or distressed. If you woke up hearing your name, you can always ask, before you next go to sleep – and if you feel ready – if you can meet them again.”

For whatever reason, hopefully they call out to me again; as I do have a lot going on with the release of Changes in His Veins. 

Talk to yall soon, cheerio!

—Signed Marcus J. King

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A Mother’s Gift

By: Marcus J. King

My mom is my world.

Pieces of it I must say.

She is the woman who birth me,

Took care of me,

Trained me  to do whats right vs wrong,

A shoulder to cry on,

when times were hard growing up till today.

Mentored me to be a better person.

Understood that I had to grow to be amazing.

Told me, “Now Marcus, think about what you are doing before you do it. Never make rast decisions.”

The support I receive is beyond what most can give me except for God.

She is everything to my success because SHE helped with my foundation.

Thank you Mom!

Forever Love!

Signed: Marcus J King

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Being of Something

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By: Marcus J. King

My worth is above my own well being.

IF my well being is unimportant,

how can I exist in a world

full of hate and turmoil.

I am worth more then the next,

but as equal as the person next to me.

Everyone has a worth

everyone has a mission to attend to.

Do you know your worth?

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Missing 3 Kings

Linwood L. King aka Han King (Grandfather)

I miss my grandfather so much. His birthday passed recently and I don’t know why I am having a hard time handling this. It has been a long time since his passing. I just want my handshake and hug again. His voice saying “babyyyy” as he walked through the hall. I know that he was sitting next to my bed that night I went to sleep. It could not have been anyone else.  He taught me to save money and make sure you have money in your wallet a all times. I learned from him to always respect your elders and be kind to others. I hope he sees what I have accomplished thus far and is proud of me. RIP

Larry Boone (Step grandfather)

What can I say about the guy who taught me how to fish, taught me how to play cards, shave, stand up for myself, playing sports games and racing (he never could win against me), taught me wrestling, the meaning of records and music that speaks to the soul, and how to win an argument. I loved our bonding times. RIP

Keith C. Hicks (my Father)

I may not have meet my father but I should do feel like he is around when I am around my sister, Lashonda. Me and her have a great connection. I think it was his spirit that pulled us together because there is no way I would have ever known she stayed so close to me in the same city for years. I meet her at 25 years old from Facebook. Then through her I meet my other sister Priscilla; my two brothers Keith Jr. and Jermaine. Daddy was a “high roller”.  I miss all of them so much. Thanks dad for these beautiful souls. RIP

My father figures growing up!

Missing Crazy

By. M. J. King

Missing how you talk to me

Missing how we kiss

Missing how we love

Missing how we touch each other

Missing how we play games with each other

Missing your spirit around me or near me rather…

Why can’t a person see that?

Self centered and worried about “your own problems” is keeping us from being the power couple we should be…what we talked about.

Not including me in anything or even attempt to come home is a dying burden on us as we progress…

Putting forth an effort is the most I can ask while you are away…

But I miss yo crazy ass

Posted from WordPress for Android yours truly Marcus J. King

Pathways 3

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(True story)

I was in a dark void yesterday. Life, sort of, semi ended as I cried my soul out for help as the voices called me to do some terrible things.
My mind was on a different atmosphere. Granted for 2 days, I had been losing my mind . . . losing sight of what was real and what was not. The pressure that I am under scares me. It pains me. It hurts me. So yesterday, I had nothing left. No strength. No one to turn too in my sorrow as I felt something was there with me. Nothing physical but definitely something spiritual and it was not the best spirit to be around.

I had met another evil spirit in my time of pain but this one didn’t push me as bad as the other one did. It wasn’t nice to be around it, in the dark room where I lay my head. As I begun to let my frustration out in tears and the tears kept flowing and I couldn’t stop.

Here comes this “thing” trying to take my pain away by making me go away for good. I paused in my tears and allow my hyperventilating nature to subside and then a vision of my death is shown to me. All I could see, was my family in a nonstop cry for months and the worst was my mom and grandma.

I too cried and screamed, “No, I can’t do it”. The voices tell me “yes” in the sweetest tone. I continue shouting no and tears continue to fall. My face became numb. My heart heavy. My soul being pulled. The feeling of this mental breakdown was like no other. It hurt…..all over.

The worse thing I can say is that being suicidal is a battle of the mind and I lost all train of thought and feeling. I felt like nothing was important and no one thought I was important enough for them. So what the hell, take my life and allow the pain to go away.

At that moment, whispers from God, and I will assume it was my deceased grandfather and father who told me I still have a place in this world. Its like they shielded me in my time of need. Oh how I wish I could have a conversation with them again.
Today I am feeling the remnants of yesterday but not as bad. Hopefully this touches your soul. Go and you be a friend to a friend, be there for those you love, you never know if u will hear from them again. As no one would have heard from me.