This is written at a moment where I actually don't feel like writing anything at all but journaling your emotional state at the moment is a great way of channeling it and I'd be a fool to turn away towards physicality I know I would later feel guilty about and come to regret. I mean no harm in my words, no harm to the platform in which I am writing, but I will not allow writers block to occur because there's **** I gotta get off my chest and if I keep it there it could beat the **** out of me and **** me slowly. I find my breath slows down, I'm put back at ease from the passion and anger my lower chakra has showcased. My crown chakra has morphed it into words, a prince well on his way to being a king in his temple. GOD is in me, but GOD built this temple and I have no right to refuse that to be the case being that when my judgement was cloudy I judged this all to be my works but worked near to insanity and never had a break. No pride I want in this excerpt but it adds to my credibility to be honest, I may have not told what really caused my anger but I knew how I was feeling. I caught it when it came, may all be at peace. At this rate, water becomes wine of the blood of CHRIST, and blood is thicker than water, I represent the family, I fight for the family as HE died for the family. All is good. All is good. All is good.