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When Betrayal Comes: Shadows From The Past Lurking For Demise

When you are a man of conviction, integrity, without any equivocation to your position, they lurk behind you in the shadows of darkness seeking your demise.

Some People said that I would never make it. They said that I was undeserving of success and that there was no good within me. They said that I would never live to be 21 years old and that my life would come to a violent end one day. They said I was void on righteousness, a vicious person, and a disciple of Satan himself. Those who have said these things even sought to have me incarcerated, killed, and excoriated for my sins. I experienced many of these things in my conformity yet I am still here. In my life time there have been personal upheavals and far to many to share. I often reflect upon what I have gone through and realize that because of this journey I have come to know the Lord. My faith has brought me through it all. There have been many good men who counseled my every path and to them I am greatly in their debt.  As the finger-pointing remain constant upon me, I have acquired an immunity from the nonsense and negativity some people bring to me without provocation. We know from the study of human behavior that acceptance is a basic physiological need, a trait in which many have literally sold their souls to obtain among social, employment, and other public  settings. I have never gone out of my way to appease others and I have a reputation for my candor.  Perhaps intelligence, self-confidence, and articulance are curses that have dogged me all these years. Some people’s interaction with others are predicated upon the value your association profits them in many superficial ways. Many of these perspectives I describe may be a direct result of others inability to use me in their efforts for personal gratifications or   other interest they have contrived related to social affairs with me. My refusal to be lumped into a category or profiled as the kind of man others wish, has come at a price. My deliberate distance, anti socialism, and personal exemption from various public venues are not illustrative of my lack of proper social decorum, poor social interaction skills, but rather socialite status simply has never been of interest to me. As a result, labels such as arrogant, radical, and other innuendos meant to defame me were born out the basic ignorance people possessed about my true character. We have no control over perceptions that others foster about us, nor reconstruct a person’s ideology. All we can do is pray to God that he allows us to remain pure and true to those ideas we manifest in our own personal lives, and learn to except those things we don’t have the power to change. Every person we come in contact with will not like you, even if it’s for no other provocation other than the fact that your light-skinned with hazel green eyes, or that you hold a Doctorate. People are complex and their reasoning can only be understood from their personally unique disposition related to the practicality of living. My personal depth on many of these issues have not gone unnoticed and in some ways have been used to solicit indifference from others toward me. In this life time many have sought money, power, and fame as the proper destination befitting their personal perception of success. This has never been my course for I was born with power. The ability to effectively communicate my thoughts and ideas has always been my most valued asset, and I avoid Mongols and Whores who worship material aspiring to propel themselves into the upper realms of classicism and social elites. I have spent my life attempting to convey an equilibrium related to the masses of all of God’s people. This is an effort on my part consistently met by a totalitarian culture proclaiming to be superior. I am not without  light and realize that much of my position on socialism and classicism is the root of some indifference that I have encountered. With that being said, and having offered insight to this topic, I must address some personal concerns that have surfaced. When I made a debut in Social Media several years ago, I emerged from my typical place of privacy. The onslaught of contacts that followed gave birth to the reintroduction of friends, classmates, and others associated with us all. Like most I’m sure, I proceeded with caution knowing that I didn’t know anyone, after all I hadn’t seen most in over 20 years, and we are now grown now. Most of these friendships  from my hometown were good, as I find native Baltimoreans usually rise above synthetic BS, and we are all good. However, I can not say the same for a very small minority of individuals from some of the various institutions of higher learning that I have attended. For me I know Social Media offers a glimpse of the lives of people connected to my youth. Their lives and successes are all of extreme importance to me as I genuinely  enjoy seeing the prosperity of others. Their kids and family life are all dynamic events that now polarize our journey from long ago. Sadly though, my perspective isn’t share by all who have become friends on many of my Media pages. For some reason people of color seem to enjoy the deployment of “messiness” and scandal. This is all fine and well with me as long as I am not involved, but this has not been the case. I find it interesting that individuals who never liked you, continuously speak your name in a negative light, and all along propagate a fictitious poster of fellowship. I stumbled upon these kinds of deceptions upon mutual friends discovery that individuals were plotting and spreading rumors. Like one person stated to me, “I find it odd that he is telling me all these things about you, how he doesn’t like you, and yet he keeps you on his friends list”. The funny part is I never recalled a single incident where there was a indifference between us. It just goes to show we have enemies that we are unaware of. Dislike for people is a nature human occurrence, but it’s baffling that one could continue to foster disdain for a person they haven’t seen in decades. In my mind this behavior depicts the lack of progression in maturity. But I should be clear here. I haven’t pursued women from my college days and don’t plan to either. I have reconnected with several females that I attended college with, and I have expressed my personal opinion on how they continue to be attractive even at our age, and trust me I went to school with a plethora of attractive females. Now do I ever revisit missed opportunities with  them? Sure I do, and I believe many guys do, but that’s usually the extent of it. I have heard about the annual rendezvous that are meted out in college towns during homecomings where parties unknown indulge in the hanging from chandeliers kind of sex throughout the weekend.  That’s all well and find, but why through my name into the mix? I have never been to a single homecoming and if I can help it, I probably never will. I think it’s a sad state of affairs when a married man has to play games to limit his competition in a “piece-of-ass” type conquest endeavor. It’s a (and she said this not me) “punk ass” move. Yes, I laugh, kid, clown, and flirt around with college days females, but it’s limited to just that. In short, I’ve learned to master “dick control”, and it’s not my fault your lack of penis endowment that has your wife ready to kick your punk ass out of your home. I mean let’s keep it real the ladies do talk, but that’s none of my concern either. Just leave me out of it, in fact make my name taste like human feces when you speak it. In reality you know from the very core of your heart that you are no match for me mentally, spiritually, educationally, and physically. I would suggest pursuing complete civility from here on out, and pray you never ever see me in person. That day you will develop a sudden and new found respect for me, and this I am certain. What ever your “beef” is with me, let it go because your damn near 50, and still running around playing schoolyard games. Everybody is talking about how you cried on the phone like a feathered panties wearing little bitch when you found out that she dumped you. To add insult to injury she is still friends with each and everyone of the people you tried to have her disassociate with. These are classic memoires of  the epic fail of an old school wanna be pimp. I pray I never have to revisit this topic again. Moreover, some of the females from my college days are just as slimey and have been seeking information about my life to expose what they perceive to be weaknesses on my part. For the record I have never professed to be a perfect man, and there are events in my life that I wish I could undo, but I’m confident that it all has been part of a plan that God mapped out for my life.  I don’t have to explain anything, but it’s important to distinguish  that all within humanity were born into sin. I won’t expound upon this in explicit detail because it angers me to the point of explosive violence, and I plan to keep my promise to my late father.  So, in closing I wonder why there are shadows from my past emerging and what evilness they seek. I have done nothing to anyone and I will not allow the disruption of my peace. I rebuke them all in the name of God, and I pray they return to the darkest depths of hell from which they have arrived. They only know my name, but they don’t know my story. God speed!

 

 

The People’s Champion

I’m David Adams

David Adams

Self proclaimed geek, Advocate for the homeless, Social Change, Crime Blogger, and mobile technology enthusiast. A recognized Journalist and Human Interest Writer championing the plight of the masses whom are without a voice of their own.

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When you are a man of conviction, integrity, without any equivocation to your position, they lurk behind you in the shadows of darkness seeking your demise.

Some People said that I would never make it. They said that I was undeserving of success and that there was no good within me. They said that I would never live to be 21 years old and that my life would come to a violent end one day. They said I was void on righteousness, a vicious person, and a disciple of Satan himself. Those who have said these things even sought to have me incarcerated, killed, and excoriated for my sins. I experienced many of these things in my conformity yet I am still here. In my life time there have been personal upheavals and far to many to share. I often reflect upon what I have gone through and realize that because of this journey I have come to know the Lord. My faith has brought me through it all. There have been many good men who counseled my every path and to them I am greatly in their debt.  As the finger-pointing remain constant upon me, I have acquired an immunity from the nonsense and negativity some people bring to me without provocation. We know from the study of human behavior that acceptance is a basic physiological need, a trait in which many have literally sold their souls to obtain among social, employment, and other public  settings. I have never gone out of my way to appease others and I have a reputation for my candor.  Perhaps intelligence, self-confidence, and articulance are curses that have dogged me all these years. Some people’s interaction with others are predicated upon the value your association profits them in many superficial ways. Many of these perspectives I describe may be a direct result of others inability to use me in their efforts for personal gratifications or   other interest they have contrived related to social affairs with me. My refusal to be lumped into a category or profiled as the kind of man others wish, has come at a price. My deliberate distance, anti socialism, and personal exemption from various public venues are not illustrative of my lack of proper social decorum, poor social interaction skills, but rather socialite status simply has never been of interest to me. As a result, labels such as arrogant, radical, and other innuendos meant to defame me were born out the basic ignorance people possessed about my true character. We have no control over perceptions that others foster about us, nor reconstruct a person’s ideology. All we can do is pray to God that he allows us to remain pure and true to those ideas we manifest in our own personal lives, and learn to except those things we don’t have the power to change. Every person we come in contact with will not like you, even if it’s for no other provocation other than the fact that your light-skinned with hazel green eyes, or that you hold a Doctorate. People are complex and their reasoning can only be understood from their personally unique disposition related to the practicality of living. My personal depth on many of these issues have not gone unnoticed and in some ways have been used to solicit indifference from others toward me. In this life time many have sought money, power, and fame as the proper destination befitting their personal perception of success. This has never been my course for I was born with power. The ability to effectively communicate my thoughts and ideas has always been my most valued asset, and I avoid Mongols and Whores who worship material aspiring to propel themselves into the upper realms of classicism and social elites. I have spent my life attempting to convey an equilibrium related to the masses of all of God’s people. This is an effort on my part consistently met by a totalitarian culture proclaiming to be superior. I am not without  light and realize that much of my position on socialism and classicism is the root of some indifference that I have encountered. With that being said, and having offered insight to this topic, I must address some personal concerns that have surfaced. When I made a debut in Social Media several years ago, I emerged from my typical place of privacy. The onslaught of contacts that followed gave birth to the reintroduction of friends, classmates, and others associated with us all. Like most I’m sure, I proceeded with caution knowing that I didn’t know anyone, after all I hadn’t seen most in over 20 years, and we are now grown now. Most of these friendships  from my hometown were good, as I find native Baltimoreans usually rise above synthetic BS, and we are all good. However, I can not say the same for a very small minority of individuals from some of the various institutions of higher learning that I have attended. For me I know Social Media offers a glimpse of the lives of people connected to my youth. Their lives and successes are all of extreme importance to me as I genuinely  enjoy seeing the prosperity of others. Their kids and family life are all dynamic events that now polarize our journey from long ago. Sadly though, my perspective isn’t share by all who have become friends on many of my Media pages. For some reason people of color seem to enjoy the deployment of “messiness” and scandal. This is all fine and well with me as long as I am not involved, but this has not been the case. I find it interesting that individuals who never liked you, continuously speak your name in a negative light, and all along propagate a fictitious poster of fellowship. I stumbled upon these kinds of deceptions upon mutual friends discovery that individuals were plotting and spreading rumors. Like one person stated to me, “I find it odd that he is telling me all these things about you, how he doesn’t like you, and yet he keeps you on his friends list”. The funny part is I never recalled a single incident where there was a indifference between us. It just goes to show we have enemies that we are unaware of. Dislike for people is a nature human occurrence, but it’s baffling that one could continue to foster disdain for a person they haven’t seen in decades. In my mind this behavior depicts the lack of progression in maturity. But I should be clear here. I haven’t pursued women from my college days and don’t plan to either. I have reconnected with several females that I attended college with, and I have expressed my personal opinion on how they continue to be attractive even at our age, and trust me I went to school with a plethora of attractive females. Now do I ever revisit missed opportunities with  them? Sure I do, and I believe many guys do, but that’s usually the extent of it. I have heard about the annual rendezvous that are meted out in college towns during homecomings where parties unknown indulge in the hanging from chandeliers kind of sex throughout the weekend.  That’s all well and find, but why through my name into the mix? I have never been to a single homecoming and if I can help it, I probably never will. I think it’s a sad state of affairs when a married man has to play games to limit his competition in a “piece-of-ass” type conquest endeavor. It’s a (and she said this not me) “punk ass” move. Yes, I laugh, kid, clown, and flirt around with college days females, but it’s limited to just that. In short, I’ve learned to master “dick control”, and it’s not my fault your lack of penis endowment that has your wife ready to kick your punk ass out of your home. I mean let’s keep it real the ladies do talk, but that’s none of my concern either. Just leave me out of it, in fact make my name taste like human feces when you speak it. In reality you know from the very core of your heart that you are no match for me mentally, spiritually, educationally, and physically. I would suggest pursuing complete civility from here on out, and pray you never ever see me in person. That day you will develop a sudden and new found respect for me, and this I am certain. What ever your “beef” is with me, let it go because your damn near 50, and still running around playing schoolyard games. Everybody is talking about how you cried on the phone like a feathered panties wearing little bitch when you found out that she dumped you. To add insult to injury she is still friends with each and everyone of the people you tried to have her disassociate with. These are classic memoires of  the epic fail of an old school wanna be pimp. I pray I never have to revisit this topic again. Moreover, some of the females from my college days are just as slimey and have been seeking information about my life to expose what they perceive to be weaknesses on my part. For the record I have never professed to be a perfect man, and there are events in my life that I wish I could undo, but I’m confident that it all has been part of a plan that God mapped out for my life.  I don’t have to explain anything, but it’s important to distinguish  that all within humanity were born into sin. I won’t expound upon this in explicit detail because it angers me to the point of explosive violence, and I plan to keep my promise to my late father.  So, in closing I wonder why there are shadows from my past emerging and what evilness they seek. I have done nothing to anyone and I will not allow the disruption of my peace. I rebuke them all in the name of God, and I pray they return to the darkest depths of hell from which they have arrived. They only know my name, but they don’t know my story. God speed!

 

 

The People’s Champion

I’m David Adams

David Adams

Self proclaimed geek, Advocate for the homeless, Social Change, Crime Blogger, and mobile technology enthusiast. A recognized Journalist and Human Interest Writer championing the plight of the masses whom are without a voice of their own.

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