Love God with all your heart and soul. Talk to Him: think of him: turn to Him. These glad turnings of a loving and grateful heart are your best prayers to God.

Frisbeetarianism is the belief that when you die, your soul goes up on the roof and gets stuck

We are still masters of our fate. We are still captains of our souls.

I was reading a book called Your Brain on P*rn by Gary Wilson a few weeks ago... and let me just say, I haven't looked at my phone the same since, am still reading , The man explained things I wish I knew at 13. He said your brain reacts to p*rn the same way it reacts to cocaine. Like, your neurons are not even being humble about it. The brain literally goes, “Ooooh dopamine!” and rewires itself to chase that high like rent is due. It hit me deep when he said this generation isn’t just struggling with lust, we’re struggling with hijacked reward systems. That’s why you can’t focus, can’t connect, can’t sleep, can’t love, your brain is fried, not broken. And it’s not just science talking. I went into a rabbit hole after that. Do you know centuries ago, philosophers were already warning about this stuff? There’s a quote often attributed to ancient empires that said: “If you want to destroy a nation, flood it with n*dity and broken families. The rest will fall by itself.” Even the Indian spiritualists and monks, people who’ve meditated more hours than I’ve been alive, said this centuries ago. They warned that s*xual energy, if not respected, can ruin the strongest men and even empires. These guys would fast, meditate, avoid eye contact, and sit under trees for 30 years just to avoid what some of us casually open on lunch break They weren’t being dramatic. They were protecting their minds. Because the mind is the battlefield, and p*rn is an invisible weapon. Silent. Shameful. Easy to access. Hard to unsee. I was addicted for years. Not because I wanted to be, but because I was lonely. Empty. Bored. Angry. And it felt like the easiest escape. I didn’t need to talk to anyone. Just click, scroll, watch, hide. Until hiding became a lifestyle. But healing started when I realized: I wasn’t just watching p*rn. I was avoiding pain. I was feeding my lust and starving my soul. I was substituting quick pleasure for real purpose. And slowly, I was losing me. So I made some changes. I blocked sites. Deleted apps. Got accountability. Started journaling. Working out. Learning. Creating. Reading. And building a life that doesn’t need escapism. Listen p*rn is not just “bad for you.” It’s a system built to keep you distracted, addicted, emotionally numb, and spiritually weak. If you think it’s “just entertainment,” congrats. That’s exactly what the billion-dollar industry wants you to believe. You don’t have to be perfect. But you owe it to yourself to be free. This is your wake-up call. You are more than a slave to pixels. You are powerful. Gifted. Creative. Loved. And your mind was built to dream, not just scroll. F O L L O W Blessed Mike 🌿🌿☘️ #YourBrainOnPorn #DigitalDetox #HealingIsRevolutionary #SelfControlIsSexy #NotEveryPrisonHasBars #highlightseveryone #BlessedNation

We see that the apparent contradictions and perplexities in every RELIGION mark but different stages of growth. The end of all religions is the realizing of God in the soul. That is the one universal religion.'

Put your heart, mind, intellect, and soul even into your smallest acts. This is the secret of success.

All who have actually attained any real religious experience never wrangle over the form in which the different religions are expressed. They know that the soul of all religions is the same.

Blessed is the person who develops even-mindedness and whose mind is at peace in all conditions and situations. He is never bored, never depressed, never disappointed. To him life becomes a divinely delightful experience of the soul!

I was reading a book called Your Brain on P*rn by Gary Wilson a few weeks ago... and let me just say, I haven't looked at my phone the same since, am still reading , The man explained things I wish I knew at 13. He said your brain reacts to p*rn the same way it reacts to cocaine. Like, your neurons are not even being humble about it. The brain literally goes, “Ooooh dopamine!” and rewires itself to chase that high like rent is due. It hit me deep when he said this generation isn’t just struggling with lust, we’re struggling with hijacked reward systems. That’s why you can’t focus, can’t connect, can’t sleep, can’t love, your brain is fried, not broken. And it’s not just science talking. I went into a rabbit hole after that. Do you know centuries ago, philosophers were already warning about this stuff? There’s a quote often attributed to ancient empires that said: “If you want to destroy a nation, flood it with n*dity and broken families. The rest will fall by itself.” Even the Indian spiritualists and monks, people who’ve meditated more hours than I’ve been alive, said this centuries ago. They warned that s*xual energy, if not respected, can ruin the strongest men and even empires. These guys would fast, meditate, avoid eye contact, and sit under trees for 30 years just to avoid what some of us casually open on lunch break They weren’t being dramatic. They were protecting their minds. Because the mind is the battlefield, and p*rn is an invisible weapon. Silent. Shameful. Easy to access. Hard to unsee. I was addicted for years. Not because I wanted to be, but because I was lonely. Empty. Bored. Angry. And it felt like the easiest escape. I didn’t need to talk to anyone. Just click, scroll, watch, hide. Until hiding became a lifestyle. But healing started when I realized: I wasn’t just watching p*rn. I was avoiding pain. I was feeding my lust and starving my soul. I was substituting quick pleasure for real purpose. And slowly, I was losing me. So I made some changes. I blocked sites. Deleted apps. Got accountability. Started journaling. Working out. Learning. Creating. Reading. And building a life that doesn’t need escapism. Listen p*rn is not just “bad for you.” It’s a system built to keep you distracted, addicted, emotionally numb, and spiritually weak. If you think it’s “just entertainment,” congrats. That’s exactly what the billion-dollar industry wants you to believe. You don’t have to be perfect. But you owe it to yourself to be free. This is your wake-up call. You are more than a slave to pixels. You are powerful. Gifted. Creative. Loved. And your mind was built to dream, not just scroll.

Modern Marriages Collapse Faster—Because They Come Late Written by Enety Tazvivinga Let’s talk about what nobody wants to admit: The later a woman marries, the harder she is to build with. Because while the world praises “maturity” and “independence,” real men know: You don’t marry potential at its expiration date. Let’s break it down: — 1. Youth Means Flexibility—Age Means Resistance A young woman comes into marriage fluid. She’s teachable. She’s open. She adapts. Not because she’s weak— But because she hasn’t been hardened by life yet. At 19, she learns through love. At 29, she only learns through trauma. By 30? She’s no longer learning. She’s negotiating. And now every instruction feels like control. Every correction sounds like oppression. Every standard gets labeled as “toxic.” You can’t lead someone who thinks they’ve already arrived. — 2. Early Marriage Protects Fertility—And Your Future Bloodline Science doesn’t lie. The earlier she conceives, the healthier her eggs. The lower the risk of miscarriage, ADHD, and birth complications. You don’t hear this in the media. But even sperm damage can be offset by young, healthy eggs. She’s not just your wife. She’s the gatekeeper of your legacy. And age is not kind to the gate. — 3. She’s Not Bringing a Clean Slate—She’s Bringing a Resume of Regret By 30, most modern women have: – 12+ exes – 5+ heartbreaks – 3 years of therapy – A list of emotional triggers – A soul tired of trusting men – A past funded by men better than you—and worse Now you walk in as the cleanup crew. You marry her leftovers. You inherit a wounded soul packaged in soft glam. And no matter how loving you are? She can’t bond with you. Because her heart is still haunted. — 4. She Wasn’t Picked—She Settled When a woman marries young, she does so at her peak. She was wanted. Chosen. Desirable. And she sacrificed from the top of her value. But when she marries late? It’s not out of abundance. It’s out of fatigue. She’s not submitting. She’s surrendering—because the streets stopped calling back. And now you, the “good man,” become her retirement plan. Not her reward. — 5. She’s Not Building With You—She’s Billing You From Day One She doesn’t know your story. Didn’t sacrifice in your grind. Doesn’t understand your foundation. But she demands protection… Provision… And prenup-free access to your life’s work. She’s not entering a partnership. She’s entering an inheritance. And if it collapses? She takes half—and posts about "reclaiming her peace." — 6. Her History Is a Mystery—And You Pay the Price Modern men are signing prenups not out of paranoia— But survival. You’re not marrying a blank page. You’re marrying a woman with: – Untold trauma – Invisible scars – High expectations – No endurance – And a legal system behind her You can’t vet 15 years of dating history. You’re walking into a maze with no map. And when she taps out? You get taxed for trusting too late. — 7. When a Woman Marries Too Late—She’s Already Emotionally Retired You can’t spark loyalty in someone who’s seen too much. You can’t teach femininity to a woman who wore masculinity for 12 years. You can’t start fresh with someone whose past is a landfill of emotional damage. Late marriage turns relationships into negotiations. Not commitment. Not sacrifice. Just trade-offs. She gives you what’s left. Then sets an exit strategy. And you? You’re just the landing pad. — Final Word: You Can’t Build a Kingdom on Expired Foundations This is not hate. It’s a warning. Marry early. Build while she's moldable. Invest in someone who grows with you—not someone who's tired of failing elsewhere. Because when you marry late? You're not starting life. You're inheriting her debt—emotional, financial, and spiritual. And when she finally leaves? She won’t feel guilt. She’ll feel justified. Because her happiness was always the goal. Not your legacy. ©️

"The Lord is my rock,my fortress and my deliverer,He is my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold (psalms 18:2). The shield will not stop the enemy from shooting his arrows but it will Stop the effect of the arrow penetrating your soul.

Today's Blessings Today is a gift — a quiet reminder that life continues to unfold with moments of grace, growth, and gratitude. Even in its smallest details, today holds blessings worth noticing. The morning light breaking through the clouds reminds us that each day brings new hope. The air we breathe, the strength in our bodies, the beating of our hearts — these are silent miracles we often overlook. There's a blessing in connection: a kind word, a shared smile, the presence of loved ones, or even a stranger’s unexpected kindness. These small acts bring warmth to the soul. There’s also a blessing in challenge — in the chance to learn, to rise, and to prove to ourselves that we are capable. Struggles can be stepping stones. They shape character and deepen appreciation. And perhaps most importantly, there's the blessing of choice: to start again, to forgive, to dream, and to keep moving forward. May we not rush past today without acknowledging these simple but profound gifts. Let us carry gratitude like a quiet anthem through the hours, seeing not just what we lack, but all that we’ve been given. Today is blessed — and so are we.