Thank You

[The Intergalactic Koala]

I did a blog for my site that I usually post my stuff on, but something told me to share with yall. To this very day, I thank this community so much for what yall did for my family and I. Despite the nonsense, the beefs, trolls, and other forms of internet foolishness that goes on around these parts, there is heart and love that no other forum will ever embrace. My family and I are in a way better place than we were istting in our car sharing a jug of water and broken cookies to combat hunger pain.

Dealing with endless doors closing and so forth.

From the bottom of my heart, I love yall. Probably the only people I could call family than those that claim they were my family and friends.

DownBadIsm (How I Survived Homelessness)​

Sacrifices were made, but the strength of focus remains the key element of survival. Throughout the years, my family and I struggled financially to broken time measures concerning how bills were going to be paid, or when will the rent be due. I never thought we would battle homelessness and lived to tell about it.


Each day living in a hotel room, a homeless shelter, and in our car, we thrive and trust the process, despite our sanity being on the breaking point of no return. Endless nights of hunger pains, fights over a shower, finding ways to pay for the rent, food, and even mental health struggles. We gain such survival tactics by condensing food to a microwavable or sometimes cold approach. Son and I are sitting on the side of a deck in front of the homeless shelter, eating cold ravioli and guzzling down juice. No thoughts of it being cold, it was nourishing.


Plugging my ears with earbuds to battle endless nights of noise, confusion, and random pop-ups within the dorm of the homeless shelter. Washing at a laundromat with my family in a bathroom with a wide open sink. The door closed and locked, as the banging from the door kept the motions afloat of a white wash cloth during black before our eyes.


The constant moving around like migrants to different pastures, when we should have been overseas to be expats. Finger pointing rituals and arguments turn into joy of laughter. As we have no other words but “thank god”, because without him, we would be worse than before.


Random ladies giving us money to buy some Burger King, due to the amount of change being short enough for me to be sacrificial lamb. The gall of the judgmental pastors that looked at us as complete failures, idiots, and lost causes snooping around their sanctuary in search of a breakthrough.


Taking my son to Walmart, so he can at least experience the innocent lost because of how the world works when a family is down on their luck. Opening up a bag of popcorn and frying the insides to get a treat, all because of no microwave in the extended stay surrounding by whores, dope fiends, broken families, and clueless out-of-towners.


Wife losing her job in the process of trying to enlighten a company of breaking the oath of helping out their own workers. Wondering if Edward James Olmos realize the company he’s endorsing. No other option to turn to in a city with no financial backups for the homeless. Broke, lonely, isolated, and surrounded by “failures” that wanted the same things that my family and I wanted…a dream.


Long walks to get around town, nobody offered rides, and abandoned buildings resembling the broken American Dream. The house we wanted was sold in an instant, when we had the money for a new beginning. No trust in the community because we were out-of-towners trying to start a new life.


In-laws think we were failures, and personally my own family is either dead, lost, or gone through the same practice of DownBadIsm as we are. Music is not helping with depression, movies are not helping with anxiety, baseball gives me a visual of wanting to run home from the bases that are keeping me captive. Shoot, even intimacy seems broken, as my wife and I faced so many trials that love is put on the back burner.


We in this together, but for that pastor to tell us to break apart, so we can get into individual shelters, to help with him. We can go elsewhere like…umm…hmm.


All the shelters are taken in this new city from the previous city. No other options but to keep cool and look pretty. Maybe a family member, friend, or foe can help us out of this pitiful timeframe.


Or not…


No other solution but to let my voice be known across the nation of hidden humanity, zeros and ones to see this Morse code of S.O.S.


Money flows through PayPal, GoFundMe, and even Cashapp. Hotel room paid, groceries on time, smiles galore, a better extended stay, and a gateway to a hotel room, a different car of my wife’s dreams, and many things gone that were replaced in an instant.


For that, I thank you…for believing in us, so we can see the process move forward. As we made a vow to teach the ways of withstanding the woes of DownBadIsm.

TLDR ala Koala babble- Thank yall The Coli for making our 2022 end in a miracle going into 2023

 

[Complexion]

Its a sad truth of reality because when there is nothing but lint in pockets that were once filled with bills that allowed everyone to pop bottles you get a swift lesson in the harsh realities of life as it is and the evil in the hearts of men because everyone wants to roll with Midas but no one was around to pick up Earl Simmons when he slipped and fell with nothing to give but gratitude and appreciation for those who helped.

 

[The Intergalactic Koala]

Its crazy you post this, and our dorm mate at the time played this version on his phone because he was heated:





shyt hit wild different in that shelter man

 

[Complexion]

Syncronicity breh, the universe just told you to do more of what you did as you did it because thats the source of it all telling you the sky isn't the limit but simply a board which can spring your awareness into higher states of consciousness.

Keep on keeping on.

 

[The Intergalactic Koala]

Syncronicity breh, the universe just told you to do more of what you did as you did it because thats the source of it all telling you the sky isn't the limit but simply a board which can spring your awareness into higher states of consciousness.

Keep on keeping on.

Whew. You know...its crazy. Like I remember a long time ago, my wife's elder friend (RIP) told her a prophecy. "If you think you need help now, wait until later".

Of course, we took it for what it was and kept trucking, but another prophecy was spoken when we weren't going through it. It was told that there was going to be a tragedy in the summer. We thought it was going to be a death in the family etc, but we never knew that all those words would come to reality as we endured the worst form of luck last summer.

My wife kept telling me that "the money was coming" while we were in the car, and something just kept tugging on me to let heads know in here of what's going on.

It was all in the plan breh

Now I await for that business that was spoken over me a while back to come into existence

 

[Complexion]

Breh, the easiest way to think of life is like a rollercoaster. Trying to get off it when in motion is a bad option. Holding on too tight means you miss the thrill. Being in it but not of it allows you to unwrap the gift of the present because that which starts sweet often ends with bitterness and the flip is also true so he who strives for balance and takes a moment to treat his brother like himself always wins.

My grams always used to say "No one ever got poorer by filling someone elses stomach" and she constantly laced the neighborhood with nourishment hence why I kick knowledge to spark that illumination in your chest because its just a ride. A wild ride at times but just a ride, nonetheless, so play the cards you're dealt to win and see what happens because coals that handled the pressure shine like diamonds and this is the only difference between a hero and a coward:

The Difference Between a Hero and a Coward

Nobody is born phenomenal, we don’t start at the peak. Its a point that we meet after years of endurance, tests and often life getting the best of us in these attacks. Sometimes they come on all fr…

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"Nobody is born phenomenal, we don’t start at the peak. Its a point that we meet after years of endurance, tests and often life getting the best of us in these attacks. Sometimes they come on all fronts, often they kick us while we’re down"