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Act II Silver Linings·Illumination

“Dukes”

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This journal entry is inspired by true events. Some of the characters, names, businesses, incidents, and certain locations and events have been fictionalized for dramatic purposes. Any similarity to the name, character or history of any person is entirely coincidental and unintentional. 

New York, New York

September 30, 2017

Angelie circled around Grand Station, and realized she would be 15 minutes late. She called the man who tested her on time, “Hey Duke, I’m sorry. I’m still on LA time and I don’t know how the numbers work here.”

He wanted to meet her on 44th street, the heart of New York city. “Tell me where you are,” the man who looked like James Franco said on the other line. “I’m on 44th and Lexington,” Angelie replied. “Head away from the train station, one block down,” he said, “and as you get closer, raise your hand.”

Angelie raises her hand with her book, The Art of Transformation, in her left hand. “Look, I’m walking down the street and everybody will think I’m a weirdo, especially this man that keeps staring at me.”

That man id Duke, the man whom she had intended to meet in NY to discuss this Psukhe Interactive company she is starting this month. She has been putting off this meeting. He was a mysterious man.  Flying from LA to NY just to have one conversation with him is nutty. Her dad told her, “If he is truly interested in partnership, he would have paid for you to come.”

Angelie’s dad is right 99% of the time. His intuition sharpened as a seasoned business man. She knew he was right the minute he said it.

God told her to go to NY, but “Not just yet.”

Three flakes later, she’s finally arrives. He is dressed in leather, wearing headphones, and a growing goatee. Eyes still as sharp as a wolf from the last time she witnessed them at the rooftop of the Masonian in DTLA, but this time he carried an aura.

Blue energy.

“So where do you want to go?” he asks.

“Anywhere that has music,” she replies.

“I don’t know anywhere that has that. How about Starbucks?” his voice was impatient. 

Angelie heard a bitter heart and it revealed a guilty heart.

She can not pinpoint the source, though she knows that it has nothing to do with her.

This had already been revealed to her when she was still in LA. She was convicted by Holy Spirit to allow discernment to direct her.

She knew before she left for NY that this meeting was more of a goodbye than it was talks of moving forward together as partners. Her focus has been shifting from the pursuit of power and revenge towards the pursuit of love and compassion. Since she has declared some time ago that she is willing to take the higher walk, God has been tellng her to get more connected to her home church. After two years of attending pastor Judah Smith’s church, half in and half out, she finally committed by getting baptised in the church community.

“Yes, I can’t wait to go to another Starbucks. Starbucks from LA to NY.”

He sensed her sarcasm.
Starbucks was closed. The lady with the fire red hair was closing shop.

“Excuse me,” Angelie asks. “Where can I find a place that we can appreciate music?”

The lady in red says, “Two blocks down, you won’t miss it. It’s called Barracuda.”  

As they start heading over, they cross a Japanese restaurant.

“Hey let’s go here,” he says.

“It’s bougie,” she says. “I’d like to go to a hole in the wall and hear some authentic live music.”

“Why do you want music? You can hear it on your iPhone?”

“Music is what heals the world,” she smiles. “Authentic artistry. Live Music. Nothing beats being in the moment to live music.”

Duke is getting annoyed at her smugness.

Barracuda looks like Sharkeez in Manhattan Beach, with a beachy vibe, awkwardly placed in between two high rise buildings and the looming high rises of New York, New York. The sports bar with the neon red, green, and yellow lights gives Duke a glow that cast shadows on his sunken face.

She starts to tell him about the Emmy award winning producer who, only two days prior, was sitting with her at a coffee shop in Manhattan Beach, discussing ways to create a journal grounded on inspiring people to do more good in life. She wanted to add a documentary story framework parallel to the diary itself, but he interrupts her.

“Wait, whatever you’re saying to me, it’s still unclear.  I don’t see the point,” he says.

He wants her to see that her sporadic energy and bouts of insight are unproductive. It is going to go nowhere, with energy misdirecting. There is a part of her he can not stand to see. It is misguidance. Pipe dreams. It is a reminder of a piece of him he has been denying for the past few months.

“Do you have a plan B?” he asks.

She gives him a blank stare.

“Like what would you be doing if you were not doing this?”

“Die. I would die.”

“Seriously.”

“I have no backup plan. Tim Ferris talks about focusing on first place.”

There is something in the “Plan B” word that he is trying to plant in her. She is conscious of the subtlety and deliberateness of his words.

“Words are Swords,”

a wise friend said to her back when.

“Plan B” triggers the words “chemical genocide of babies,” Brad Pitt’s company which triggers images of “divorce and infidelity” and of manipulating B, still the love of her life.

She consults with Holy Ghost, transformed into the voice of the divine feminine, Deborah.

Rather than making Duke wrong. Just allow him to B.

Being and Becoming Love Yourself is all you can do.

Thanks to Holy Spirit,

Plan A is activated.

A.O.

“I have to tell you something. I know this is going to sound crazy, but I was commanded to deliver a message to you from Holy Spirit.”

Shit. She already knows how this is going to go down.

Fuck it. I don’t want anything back from him anyway. This is most likely the last conversation you’ll have with him, you tell yourself.

She grabs a napkin and writes the word,

“Duke Roots.”

“What does that mean?” he asks.

“The root. It’s like a Ren Shen,” she says. “In Chinese, it is the healing property for longevity.”


33 But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.

Matthew 6:33 King James Version (KJV)

“In chinese, ‘ren’  is the character for ‘human.’ This symbol on the napkin:Image result for chinese character for person

and when a person accepts the sacrifice of Jesus’ blood as the one who paid the price for all sins of this world, one can receive the Holy Spirit, which is the cross that symbolizes the Holy Trinity (Father, Son and Holy Ghost = As Above), both offering a sword and a shield for the person.”

She then draws a cross over the character “ren,” and this symbol appears on the napkin:

Image result for mu character chinese

“This character,” she points out, “represents a tree.”

Duke finds this intriguing.

“And now the miracle” Angelie draws a horizontal line at the base of the tree.  “Our bodies are a living representation of the temple of God, and so when we accept the redemption through Jesus by faith alone, we receive the gift of the Holy Spirit.”

“And Peter said to them, “Repent and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of your sins, and you will receive the gift of the Holy Spirit.”
Acts 5:38 at [x]

He looks at her funny.

“It’s like receiving a special cell phone that’s directly connected to the cloud of all the ArchAngels operating through those who have received Christ, except as a baby Christian, we are like a child crawling, still learning how to walk, so we don’t get the entire from Holy Spirit, but when we obey and tap into it, Holy Spirit will give us the spirit of discernment.”

Angelie is getting excited, but she knows she has to calm her heart first or the jezebel spirit will pull its stunts on her and she may say something that may be more damaging than helpful. It’s like one step forward and two steps back when the jezebel tries to sabotage the Good works.

She pauses. She must steady her heart first.

Saturn attacks the heart.

She takes one exhale, and thinks of Junie’s advice…which is to count to 10 before saying anything stupid or false. The anxiety and anger are promised to pass after a certain amount of time of resisting.

“Is everything okay?” he asks.

The Blue Moon arrives.

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The temptation. The alcohol. She takes a sip, knowing that she’s on her second pint of beer, and that the third would make it harder for her to communicate with Holy Spirit.

She starts looking around the surrounding area. The bar wasn’t too crowded, but people were all immersing in their own conversations.

She finishes her beer and asks Holy Spirit to curb her appetite for liquor so that she can continue doing spiritual warfare.

She continues.

Image result for mu character chinese

“Holy Spirit is able to contain the fear in our Root Chakra, which represents Earth and Saturn. Yes the Root chakra represents stillness and stability, but this is a double edged sword, because every creation that God makes, there is an imitation, or a shadow. This stillness and stability could also mean fright or spiritual paralysis. For the Root Chakra could be the root of fear or the Root of grounding. This is the heart of darkness, and by receiving the Holy Spirit through the sheer faith that Jesus’s flesh died on the cross for us, and resurrected in spirit, God’s son, who conquered sin, became sin, and died for our sins, this symbol….” she pointed at the horizontal line at the base of the tree…

“this ‘Minus‘ sign represents cancellation of all contracts with the devil, and gives you authority over legion in the name and Authority of Jesus Christ…”

13 Thou shalt tread upon the lion and adder; the young lion and the dragon shalt thou trample underfoot.

-Psalm 91:13

“This sounds like a beautiful story,” he says.

“It’s a beautiful Love Story. And if you don’t believe it, then suspend your disbelief for a moment and call this fiction, based on a true love story. It is the ‘Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,’  archetype.”

She smiles.

He smiles back.

He is attracted to that spirit of lightness she has.

Hope.

Battle Royale

“You still can’t run a successful business if you don’t keep your focus,” he says.

“I know, but now I know what my focus is.”

He rolls his eyes.

“We’re not on the same frequency,” he says.

He’s right. Both of them have known this telepathically some months before she flew down to see him.

“You’re going to run around in circles and get nowhere,” he tries to curse her.

The hex is the attempt. And she cuts it off. Whether or not he consciously or subconsciously knows it, he just tried to create a curse for her possibility. She looks away from his eyes when he says this. She knows that he is under a spell trying to cast one upon her.

She knows into his eyes directly. “Someone has gotten to you.”

The rainmaker.

The fire she felt in his heart when he was in LA was being locked by the rainmaker.

He is taken aback by her sharp honesty.

“Duke,” she says, “I did not come here expecting that we would partner up. Holy Spirit had told me to deliver a message to you.”

“What message?”

Angelie looks away now, careful to not look too long into his eyes because she knows that his eyes has strong magic properties. He harnesses black magick. Out of the corner of her eyes she notices that he is blinking in strange rhythms, like morse code

“It’s written on that napkin I just gave you.”

A pretty redhead comes, “What can I get you two?” 

“Samuel Adams,” he says.

“I’ll take a Blue Moon,” she says.

After the Waitress leaves, Angelie continues.

“Holy Spirit has been creating neurolinguistic pathways among my three splits so that they can talk to one another, and this is part of my transformational process.” she says to him.

“Look, I’d like to give you some advice,” he started.

Angelie stops him. She knew that what he was about to say will be one of the hexagonal darts– one of discouragement, disillusionment, or a depression of possibilities.

“Duke,” she says. “There is no plan (4) B.”

He scoffs.

Whether or not he knows what he is doing with his words in operating black magic is not the point. Conscious or unconscious, he was operating with legion. He has chosen a side. And he was still playing a Zero-Sum while she is learning how to play a Non Zero Sum game in the heart of a city that rules on a zero sum pyramid scheme.

They were playing different games. 

non zero-sum 0.01 and zero-sum 01

Ride or Die

Beach Coffee A Play on Non-Zero Sums

“You need a plan,” he says. “Or it’s just wasting energy.”

“Look, I didn’t know how The Love Story got to this point two years ago. I didn’t have it all mapped out from the beginning to end and then executed. I stood for a possibility and kept going and when the going got tough, I just kept going anyway. Thus far, we’ve had over 200 volunteers, a one of a kind interactive journal, three interactive showcases, more than five major corporate sponsors, and a team of people learning how to work together virtually from around the world.

“I didn’t figure it all out, then took action. I started taking action, that created more doors, and I figure it out as I go.” Angelie was getting hot from the liquid ethanol she was consuming.

“It’s about failing upwards,” she says.

“What do you want from me?”

“You have logic, cold hard mathematical execution, and I have intuition, emotion, and storytelling savvy. We are complements of one another,” she says.

“But honestly, I knew we couldn’t have worked out before I even set foot in New York.”

“Oh?”

“Listen, Duke. I am attracted to you. You have a finance.”

He looks away. He didn’t want to admit that Angelie’s dead right, but his silence was consent enough.

She remembers the propel woman’s mission.

38:28 “She’s unapologetic, she’s a woman who leads. She’s undaunted by the challenges of life, she’s unstoppable as she follows the call of God, she’s uncompromising, in that she’s in the world and not of the world but not of the world, she’s unselfish, she’s generous with her words, her thoughts, her resources, and her relationships; she’s uncharted; we are discovering who she is within us all; she’s unstuck in any one season; she moves gracefully from one season to the next, she’s updated with what’s going on in the world; she understands the world that she’s called to; she’s outnumbered, she’s more than any of us realize; she’s undeniable, we can no longer ignore her; she’s formidable, she’s uncluttered; she deals with the baggage, and she drops it, and she’s quite uncluttered; she’s uncommon because she’s not chasing worldly success, fame, or fortune; she’s undivided; she has one integrated life and that’s the life to be found in Christ

“Anyway, New Yorkers need an organization like Love Story. Do you know what Pandora left in the box after she let out the daemons?”

“What?”

“Hope.”

“I will put enmity between you and the woman, and between your offspring and her offspring; he shall bruise your head, and you shall bruise his heel.” 

-Genesis 3:15

“You know what the people of New York needs?” she asks.

“What’s that?”

“Love.”

Losing the Battle and Winning the War

Though there is a part of her that yearns for the possibility of partnering with a compliment in business, he was not it. 

B is it.

He is logical, walled up, and straight to the point and she is emotive, intuitive, spiritual. It was a mutual attraction that drew each other too close to thinking about the other. His fiánce sensed it.

And Angelie senses that Mysty, his fiánce, senses it too. It is a woman’s intuition. The way she senses that Empathic Terraformer’s wife sensed her husband was fantasizing about her during the time she was managing him. 

There is no point in their partnership if the endgame is money and lust. 

And if Angelie is sincere about creating an organization that had the power of “love” in it, she has to walk her talk, and walk away.

If she’s serious about transforming women who are tormented by the jezabel spirit, then she needs must first suffocate and overcome that Jezabel spirit that still tries to influence Angelie.

If only she knows how to fight it.

She knows that if they were to work together, the sexual chemistry, propelled by the jezebel and ahab spirit will lure them both into committing lust, and Angelie would be just used by legion to destroy another woman’s heart the way it tried destroying hers back in 2011 and in 2013.

She remembers what Solomon has shown her a few days prior.

“You focus on the positive in that person, and keep listening for that person’s good.”

Rooted

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The Russian woman turned around and started sharing her life away. She was interning for Forest Church Group. After she broke the ice, she recommended a book. The woman sitting next to you was also Russian. She had a mission–God has called her to go forward to go to the heart of darkness and preach the word in Ukraine.

The Songcry Yesterday

He wove a beautiful song, recreating the spirit of Bach, Mozart, Beethoven and the Beatles.

The Ukrainian played his songcry after working a 13 hour day.

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