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Friday, November 30, 2012

"What Time Is It?" By Brian J. Holiday-El

What time is it? By Brian J. Holiday-El aka TiB! aka BHoli 

"As the Game of life progresses, eventually all hands are turned up!  Just as leaves fall in autumn, and flowers bloom in spring, true colors eventually show; BUT, this is a process only the consistent can witness!  We are who we are!  You are who you are!  Only in being YOURself can you ever make the joys of consistency, reliability, respond and responsibility your own!  Think of it, if you're not this or that, can you ever be consistent or find consistency in them?   An elephant can ride a tricycle but for how long? Your Soul, you true self is just like the Sun; timely, on time, every time, and tirelessly timeless!  You'll only uniquely perceive as much of it's light as you're in a position to, from exactly where you are, exactly as you are, for as long as you are who, what, and where you are.  

Human beings experience the hours of the day and seasons of the years and cycles of the ages based upon their predisposition to the movements of the Sun.  So, we consciously or unconsciously plan our days according to the Sun and in that there's an unspoken and unquestioned universal trust in it's destiny, trajectory, and it's chronology.  You trust it's chronology because you are a witness to its mechanical dependability.  You know, that come, rain, hail, sleet, or snow, if you're alive, the Sun will be where it is scheduled to be, daily, monthly, and yearly for all eternity!  Your Soul is no different!  Your personality is no different!  Your uniqueness is not different! 

At the same time, the awakeness and awareness required to develop the sight necessary to see the light that is in you and is you, for many a soul, has been completely lost, so, just like the sentence serving prisoner in the darkness and isolation of solitary confinement for an extended period loses all track of time, when vanquished of it's capacity to watch by its attachment to the illusion of control, the mind forgets its place and the consciousness forgets itself.  Is this not a restless sleep and a sleepless dream? 

How does one awaken that knows not that he or she is asleep?  *Listen.  The sentence serving prisoner in darkness is actually much freer than the man sound asleep in a slumber he has no memory of slipping, off, away, and into the depths of, because the prisoner remembers the light of day but has lost track of its time, but the somnambulating soul knows not the light or the time of day! 

How does one awaken? *Listen 

I see, imprisoned dreamers, dreams imprisoned, prisoners to dreams, and  prisoners all dreaming of being free! 

How does one awaken? 

The sentence serving prisoner isolated in solitary confinement and the sleepless, restless, slumbering soul in a dreamless dream awakens the same way: By Answering to the sound of one's name being called!  And what's the 1st two-part question of one free and awake? DATE & TIME Please?" BHoli 


What times is it? 


Wake up! 

Thursday, November 29, 2012

"Round One Fight" Brian Holiday-El By Design

Let's Go!

"Round 1 Fight! 

The energy of STRUGGLE slash turmoil is in the air! Can you feel it? Ohh the STUBBORNNESS! This is the energy of the FIGHTER and the GAME PLAYER!  Count the number of conflict-related sightings you see!  The name of the game is Empowerment!!!!  The struggle is to know, and for those with this definition, the struggle is the only way to know and the struggle is for life!  Can you feel the tension??? Can feel the opposition?  This is a difficult energy but it's healthy at the same time! 


Capricorns born December 2nd through the 8th, give or take a day depending on year, and Cancers born July 1st through the 7th, give or take a day depending on the year, carry this design of The Fighter: While Scorpios  born between October 25th through to November 1st, give or take a day depending on the year, and any Taurus born between April 22nd through to April 28th, give or take a day depending on the year, carry this design of The Game Player! Note: 

However, EVERYONE has this energy RIGHT NOW!  The Key Notes to this energy at this moment are TREACHERY & QUALIFICATION!  

I want you all to see how deep the conditioning and programming on this plane actually is.  This design of struggle can also be a design of turmoil!  This is where limitation meets aggression, where ignoring the intuition could cost you more than a limb!  

This energy of struggle falls on the shoulders of the Individual and listening and hearing what needs to be heard and struggling in the now to apply it, knowing which knowing is worth fighting to know based upon the knowledge of oneself!"

BHoli ~ 


Tuesday, November 27, 2012



Little known fact about B: After rising from the throes of death and out of a deep, dark coma, for the 6 months that followed, I had to learn to, breathe again, swallow again, talk again, stand again, walk again, urinate again, defecate again, bathe again, and write again. I actually taught myself how to write with my left hand, so now I can write with both. There was pain in the morning, pain in the afternoon, and pain in the evening. There was pain when I was awake and pain when I was asleep. There was pain with every breath, every step, every dream, every thought, and every tear drop. 

Here's an excerpt from my unreleased book to, inspire you, empower you, amd fuel your determination...


"Most of the faces I saw were either filled with gratitude, disbelief, or a mixture of both! My being alive after the entire ordeal with all of my wits and senses intact was awe inspiring. Some of the hospital staff seemed down right dumbfounded by the remarkable turn-of-events! What doesn't kill you really does make you stronger, and if you learn from what you go through and apply those lessons in your life, you're sure to grow wiser and more understanding from them. Over the past four years, I've played what I could remember of the events of that evening over and over again, hundreds of times in my mind, analyzing even the smallest, seemingly most insignificant details. Looking back, I've come to embrace that period of my life as an opportunity to transform adversity into fortune!

Being physically debilitated and completely immobilized made it so that all I could do was rest, think, think, and think some more. During the moments immediately following my successful bout with death, and throughout the period of my recovery, I learned to fully appreciate all of the things that are so easy to take for granted. I realized more than ever just how precious blessings like health, family, and the ability to work, help, create, and produce really are.

Reality Check

Under normal conditions, there are many things that we as people do on a day to day basis without giving them much thought; such as walking, working, using the restroom, resting, eating, bathing, running errands, holding conversations, as well as engaging in the activities associated with pursuing ambitions, goals, and objectives; however, sustaining critical life-threatening injuries, being unable to move about, and shouldering the emotional turmoil that often accompanies these, as was the case with me, made the ordinary activities extra-ordinary, and the relatively easy and simple tasks more difficult. Tragedy is the ultimate reality check and when it befalls a person, immediately, the differences between needs and wants are made more apparent. Relationships that are based on unconditional love and mutual affection, respect and appreciation versus those that are superficial, shallow, convenient, and simply based on shared interests are highlighted and their true merit and worth in life become clearer. Were you to ever find your self in a situation with circumstances similar to what mine were, you would realize just how unimportant issues that appear urgent really are. You learn anew the distinctions between noise, and sound, being understood and simply being tolerated, being loved unconditionally and being a mere consideration. Adverse circumstances will challenge you to appreciate the differences between needs and wants, living and being alive, living in the moment and living for the moment, being conscious and aware and being responsible; being hopeful and faithful versus being optimistic and idealistic, a vision versus a dream, being fulfilled versus being successful, being brave versus being proud, cost versus price, things worth pursuing versus things worth having, appreciation versus fascination, determination versus ambition, will versus desire, how strong you are when you're weak and how weak you are when you're strong: comprehending the degrees between understanding and knowing, transcending and coping, hearing and listening, possibilities and probabilities, responding and reacting, deserving and earning, regret and remorse, self-imposed limitations and societal barriers, necessary struggle and undue stress, encouraging and enabling, healing and recovering, being connected versus being attached, being resolute versus being convinced, being special versus being unique....contentment versus complacency, growth versus change, pain versus hurt, self critique versus self pity, fixations and addictions, a strategy versus a plan, recalling versus remembering, being free versus being at liberty, a right versus a privilege, a cause versus a motive, a purpose versus a reason, intuition versus instinct and a feeling versus a sensation.

When life flashed before my eyes I was forced to thoroughly take inventory of my physical, emotional, and psychological stock. While a man is at liberty to physically move about at will the issues that genuinely warrant his fullest attention, usually the issues that are most challenging, those pressing items on his much neglected running list of things he aught to do or not, often times take a back seat to the activities that are rich in immediate gratification. It's easy for him to confuse being distracted with being busy, being busy with being productive, being productive with being efficient, and being efficient with being impeccable. It's simple to float from task to task unencumbered under normal circumstances, but when a person has no choice but to remain still, there’s far less room to maneuver and avoid what the heart is bringing to mind. It is usually only when a person fully realizes what it really means to lose something that's irreplaceable, such as life, does that person begin to completely appreciate the privilege of being in possession of it and the duty and pleasure in making the best use of it. How often is the precious balance of life under-appreciated? How much of our world do we assume will be there when our attention comes back to it? Our society places the highest premium on material accumulation, but there are certain things that no amount of money can purchase. When a person loses his/her life they are gone forever from the form you know him or her as. No amount of money can bring them back to life. Bill gates may be able to purchase just about everything under the sun, but all of his billions could never buy back the life of a dearly departed soul or time. Like wise, once a persons health is irreparably damaged, there isn’t a dollar amount in the world that could restore him or her to the soundness of 'vigor, proportion and vitality.” Healing requires time and energy.

Likewise, once trust is betrayed it cannot be purchased back. The complex variations of emotions I felt were deep and wide. There were strange mixtures of betrayal, remorse, embarrassment, anger, guilt, hope, sorrow, strength, vulnerability, fear, and paranoia. My heart and mind was confronted with a melange of feeling, misunderstood, gracious, immortal, humbled, helpless, inspired, determined, encouraged, matured, pride, victimized, bewildered, amazed, grief-stricken, estranged, forlorn, displaced, mistreated, cynical: you name the emotion, I felt it.

With this confluence of intense emotional dialogue transpiring within my heart and mind, together with the inability to physically move about or engage in something that would provide some temporary relief from the torrent of warring emotions and conflicting feelings, the search for truly abiding peace was on! That it was futile to brood over the hypothetical possibilities of a bygone event, thinking what if this this and what if that, doting about what I could have or should have done differently to avoid the condition I found myself in, was increasingly obvious. It was here that I came to truly appreciate how although we may not have total control and sole determination over certain things that happens to us, what we do possess is the uncanny tenacity to decide upon and exercise how we respond to what happens within, to, and around us. No amount of pro action can undermine the invaluable ability to respond. The former is likely, but the latter is mandatory. Bed ridden, being fed through a tube, temporarily paralyzed, there wasn't much room to dodge reality. Sometimes, moving about gives the illusion of progress just as being surrounded by people offers one the semblance of being connected. Having money gives one the suggestion of choice, but the impermanent and precarious nature of all of these are viscerally brought to the fore whenever life as one has come to know, accept, and anticipate it, undergoes a radical restructuring that typically occurs when a tragedy, calamity or some sort of crisis is experienced. Yesterday was finished, though the repercussions of its events still echoes and the only thing certain about the future was that should I live to make it my present it would be new, challenging, and would require me to take the best of what I'd learned, the most valuable memories of what I’d experienced, and use them to propel me forward and onward.

Not to think or behave like a victim was the next pivotal resolution I made! Although I..." 

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

"I Was There. Vote!" B!

Let's Go!

"Remember the Million Family March? I didn't go alone! I personally drafted, passed, and filed the required petition with the SGA, recruited then Lieutenant now Sergeant Ted Price as chaperon and took 44 Students from NSU to DC and we were there! VOTE!  Remember Hurricane Katrina? I personally recruited two others, we borrowed a an XL2 Camera and a friend's Benz in Atl,  headed to NOLA just 3 days later and was stopped by military police in Slidell. Interviewed the people then went to Houston. Participated in organizing the first post Katrina 2nd Line AT the Astro Dome in Houston, documented 21 hours of first hand accounts and stories from Neworleanians themselves: THEN, traveled with musicians like Bill Summers while doing relief work in Pasadena, LA, San Francisco, Oakland with activists/entrepreneur Marcell Diallo and NOLA Jazz musicians such as Davelle Crawford, Kermit Ruffins, and the Hot 8 Brass Band, raising money and inspiring hope along the way. I KNOW the truth! I was THERE! Vote! When Obama first took the presidency, I campaigned in the real battlegrounds like Chessapeake, Virginia Beach, and the greater Tide Water area of Virginia. I was THERE! Vote! When I heard about Trayvon Martin, I printed shirts, raised money and actually made donations. I was THERE! VOTE!" B!!!!!