The View From Outside… A Short Story

There lived a rich man who, despite being so combative and evil found himself living the high life with very little effort. He did as he wanted and received whatever he asked for from wherever he could get it no matter the means by which it came.  And he was comfortable.

His older brother on the other hand struggled through life. It seemed he could never catch a break, having to fight his way for the scraps life gave to him he was always on the brink of giving in. Because he was forced to beg and borrow he stayed humble, grateful to the people who helped him and always wanting to return the favors he was afforded but just  never having the means to do so.

One day there was  news of a catastrophic weather storm approaching in 3 years that would destroy the entire world. Everyone was in a panick and no one knew exactly what to do. It came to pass that a group of rich people came together and built bomb shelters underneath the ground and for $1 million dollars you could have a space for yourself and everything you wanted to bring with you. This space had all the amenities that they had above ground so that the rich would be so comfortable, they wouldn’t miss a thing. Life would go on. Poor people were left to fend for themselves.

It wasn’t long before the shelter was full and all the wealthy of the world went in to the shelter in a few months.
The various doors to the bomb shelter were left open so that the rich could get out, but it was gaurded heavily so that no poor could get in.

A year passed. The rich were living the dream. It was if they created a whole new world underground and it wasn’t long that they felt as if they had no need to go above ground for anything.

2 years went by, and the poor were in desperate need and experienced major lack, but the rich left them to thier own devices, not caring what had to happen to them.

Year 3 came, and a heavy wind came and shut the doors of the shelter. The rich were safe, sound, and comfortable in the new world underground, while the poor were terrified; not knowing what was going to happen to them or the world they had to live in.

The poor brother, living in a shack exposed to the elements looked up to the sky and called to the universe saying “Thank you for the life I lived, I know that whatever happens will be for my highest good and I am safe in whatever you have in store for me and the rest of the world.”

All of a sudden a heavy vibration swept across the land and rain began to fall from the clouds. The poor brother looked up to the hills, and stretched over the cloudy sky was a rainbow of many different color shades.

The rainbow was visible to all the poor above ground, and a sense of great saftey fell upon the Earth. The doors of the shelter rusted, and cemented solid so that the wealthy were left to the devices they knew to be secure. Not knowing what was taking place above ground, they were satisfied being in the presence of the things they brought with them under ground.

The poor experienced all the wonders of The Universe that the poor brother had asked it for. There was no lack, hate, or sickness. The Great Vibration of Love radiated through everyone above ground and all of their needs were supplied. They too were safe and satisfied, and experienced life in the eternal light of The Universe.

The End.



This journey through my garden
Of trial and tribulation
Is my harvest
From the negative seeds I’ve sown.
I’ve reaped much rotten fruit
And rightfully so.
After bad seed bears,
It appears ripe while
Still connected to the vine.
But as soon as its picked
And eaten it quickley turns sour
Or evaporates into nothing
But an empty unfulfillment.

Im hard headed,
So it took me a while to see that
During this season I will reap
Nothing but the negative seeds I’ve sown.
But that’s ok.
As I retrace my path
Through the thorns and thistles
Gaining blisters and tasting rotten fruit,
I replace the ground with good seed.
Seeds of love.
Seeds of forgiveness.
Seeds of mercy and understanding.
And in time my blisters will heal.
In time I will harvest the good That I can eat and share with those around;
And bearers of good fruit.


The Moynihan Report Analysis

The Moynihan Report  


The Moynihan Report, written by Daniel Patrick Moynihan, is a research study and analysis on the social problems of Black society. It claims that if not remedied the problems will reoccur until the destruction of the black race as a whole. The report was written in 1965 while Moynihan served as the Assistant Secretary of Labor. He later served as a U.S. Senator.

This report is significant because it gives raw statistics and sheds light on the conditions that plagued the Black community during that time. The Moynihan report pointed out that the roots causes of the isssues that Black people endure come from slavery, then evolved in to the systematic barriers of “The Reconstruction Period.” The report also addressed other systemic issues such as urbanization, unemployment and poverty, the inequality of the United States’ wage system, Black women as the heads of Black families, and the lack of positive male influence which leads to the failure of Black youth. These factors, Moynihan reported, are the causes of why Black families continue to stay broken and why Black society is on the brink of desecration. These same issues remain in this present day.


Although Moynihan offered these reasons for the conditions of the Black race, the report gave no real solutions to these issues. Some have said that Moynihan’s subtle remarks about joining the military was a propsed solution. Although he did make favorable comments about the American military, its structure, and its ability to produce productive members of American society, the purpose of the report was not intended to find solutions. In fact, Moynihan’s purpose was to identify the problems so the solutions can be discussed by Black people themselves. The goal was never to provide the specific solution. “The object of this study has been to define a problem, rather than propose solutions to it.” (Moynihan) He also stated in the report “In a word, a national effort towards the problems of Negro Americans must be directed towards the question of family structure. The object should be to strengthen the Negro family so as to enable it to raise and support its members as do other families. After that, how this group of Americans chooses to run its affairs, take advantage of its opportunities, or fail to do so, is none of the nation’s business.” (Moynihan)


The Moynihan Report of 1965 gave the American public a Eurocentric perspective on black issues and what Blacks of that time faced. Depending on who is reading it and for what purpose the report has been heavily critiqued. From what I’ve seen, the common response by the Black community is overwhelmingly negative, which is understandable. Daniel Moynihan is not Black, so how could he understand the evolving psychological effects the Blacks have taken from the torments of the slave system? What credibility does Moynihan have on the subject? Who is he to comment on our problems and misfortune? How can one offer a Eurocentric diagnosis on a people, implying that Blacks are basically dysfunctional or destroying ourselves? All of these are valid questions. But at the same time we should understand that the report IS valid. The report HAS value. And despite the data being gathered, analyzed, and filtered through the conceptions of a European, The Moynihan Report CAN be used as a tool for Black people to produce solutions to repair a lost people.

I disagree with Daniel Moynihan when he reported that it will take a national effort on the part of the government to strengthen the “Negro family structure.” It isn’t the responsibility of anyone but us to strengthen our own family units. We, as Black people, need to unify , redefine, and set a universally recognized standard for what the Black family needs and The Moynihan Report can be a vital tool to accomplish this. Instead of criticizing the report, Blacks should be using it as well as other works to educate our people on these revolving conditions and to understand what has formulated public opinion of what the Black family structure looks like in the eyes of the European. While we point fingers at the report and the credibility of Daniel P. Moynihan, it’s not understood that what he predicted the outcome of the black society would be is in fact true to this day, nearly 50 years later. Just as he stated in the report, the plagues of the Black race will continue and will exponentially worsen if the roots of the reported isdues are not addressed.

I liken The Moynihan Report to The Prince written by Machiavelli. Yes, its teachings and analysis can be used by people of authority to govern or control the masses of a nation. But in the hands of the nation, it can be used against the evils that control that nation. Its imperative that Black society analyze this report and use it to our advantage. Take the data and infuse our own knowledge of self and psychological understanding and find a solution for our future.  If we sit back and wait for a government mandated definition of the Black family, we’ll not only be waiting till the end of time, but we will never fit that European mold that the definition will be derived from. It’s up to us to create the mold and implement it and The Moynihan Report among other great works can be a starting place for that discussion.  

Happiness Happened

In this season of my life
I’m realizing the amazement
That happens when
Happiness happens.

Happiness happens
When in the aftermath of a loss,
You can come home
To the one you love
And gain everything back.

Happiness happens
When a kiss on the forehead
Takes past hurts away.

Happiness happens
When you seek to understand
Before being understood.

Happiness happens
When you feel your child’s arms
Around your neck
Or when you can feel the
Authenticity of their laughter,
Even if for a brief moment.

Happiness happens
When you attempt
To fade into the background,
But a stranger’s greeting brings
Your self to the forfront.

Happiness happens
When you receive divine instruction
From a respectable source.

Happiness happens
When your dying perspective
Shifts into life giving prophesy.

Happiness happens
When you are open to receiving it.
Its found in eternal experiences,
Not superficial pursuits.

Happiness happened for me.



There are times, like this very moment, when I feel overwhelmed;

Not by the many constraints of this world,

But by the innumerable possibilities of my mind.

The fog of who I was cannot cloud the light of who I am;

Who I will be is not dictated by the darkness of who you are. 

I am illuminated,

Penetrating your veil is solely your concern.

The strength of this light is this moment’s purpose;

The glory of this light is my shield.

This illumination brightens the path before me;

It guides my steps and shows me where to place my feet. 

I am illuminated.

-Inside Nianda Speaks


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Called to Influence

Influential people
Often question thier sanity. Escaping the collective
Is a lonely and difficult process,
But is necessary to end
The conditions that
Plague the individual.

To those who are called greatness:
Express eternal words and actions
That exist beyond your
Natural eyes can see.
Your righteous influence
May not manifest until after
This physical body is dust.


The Honorable Frederick Douglass

Jesus Gets No Love….

After his 40 day meditation and spiritual awakening, and after teaching and being praised in Galilee, Jesus of Nazareth goes back home in Luke 4:16 only to be rejected by the members in the synagogue. They knew who he was, referring to him as “Joseph’s son.” They also knew the accomplishments and accolades he attained in Galilee. But in v. 29 the members of the synagogue “… rose up, and thrust him out of the city.”

What mad them that angry? Because Jesus came back home and spoke truth to power….

Jesus strait up told them “No prophet is accepted in his own country.” And was he not right? As soon as he spoke truth, brought correction and showed he wouldn’t conform back to who he used to be he was ousted from the church.

Most people you know respond to you based on their conceptions of what you’ve previously presented to them. Good and bad. That’s why family members can’t stand your spouse because you present to them your spouse’s faults….

  When Jesus came back to Nazareth, the people knew him as “Joseph’s son” or “the carpenter”,  or the man who was just fine among us not long ago doing the same things we were doing. The people could only see his past, not who he had become because they were brought up with him and felt entitled to thier perception of who he was to them. They also could not recognize his shift because enlightenment can only be seen through action.

By internalizing the svripture passage he read to the congregation, Jesus was showing the synagogue that he was in an elevated state of thinking. Sadly, due to the ritualistic condition of the membership they could not discern what Jesus had displayed.

When anyone steps away from the collective concious as Jesus did for 40 days, they are not bound by the lables of what used to be them. Past people will not recognize the higher or more centered you because you are not of thier world anymore. You are in an elevated dimension of thinking that the concious collective has not risen to. In due time, it will.  By the people you encounter, the relationships you build, and connections you make, more and more people are awakening around the world, especially with technology at our fingertips literally. The number of Americans that are realizing the seriousness of the deception we’ve allowed and participated in is on the steady rise. Corruption cannot keep its pace much longer. But I digress…..

Friends, the world is in desperate need of enlightened thinkers. Not those who regurgitate fowarded quotes on Facebook. We need people that are not afraid to analyze the quote and declare what it means to them. Its only through gaining perspectives that we can enhance our life experience.

We need people not searching for followers or giving gimmicks, but creating atmospheres of vulnerability so that the masses can feel comfortable to be themselves in whatever positive way they feel. Not everyone will stand and give a sermon, or direct a film, or build a community, but the world needs you to think like you so that you can contribute to it only what you are capable of giving. What is it that you have a burning desire to do but circumstances keeps you from? Cultivate that thought and watch it transform lives around you; including those who hold you to your past. As you transform, they transform. And the old memories of your past eventually evaporate into….


My Crazy

I’m crazy. There, I said it.

I’m labled crazy, or depressed, or mentally ill according to someone else’s standard that hasn’t experienced my life’s journey nor do they care to, claimimg to have an objective opinion.

I’m labled crazy by those who have walked next to me for what they think is long enough to claim to know me. How is that possible when my thought process constantly evolves and matures? I can’t even wholeheartedly claim to know myself enough to pass a blanket judgement on me so how can you? I have an understanding of who I am now, and because of this greater understanding it’s difficult for me to criticize or injure myself and those around me, because I’m progressively  seeing my self in them.

I have ignorantly accepted a diagnosis of myself that carries a stigma with it because there was a time in my life when playing a victim role was imperative; to need help outside of my own natural control or judgement was allowed because I believed my thoughts weren’t normal; whatever normal thinking looks like.


I embrace my so called craziness because its the origin of the authenticity of my contributions to the world. If my being “crazy” is uncomfortable for you, you then have a choice not to look. That dilemma poses a problem for you because my craziness is an experience you’ve never experienced, and people who watch, listen, or read my thoughts are overtaken with curiosity; my crazy is captivating.

My crazy allows me to think beyond the limitations set by my parents or social influences, my education or financial status, my past experiences or my tainted image of love. My crazy is the essence of who I am and who I will be.

Now no matter where I go, what I do, who my audience is or why they are watching, they are sharing the beauty of my crazy with me. That which was used to destroy can bring life. That which was used to make enemies can now build relationships. That which was meant to kill me is the antidote to break someone else free from mental disease.

I think.the world is increasingly becoming emotionally unstable, to the point where “objectively” rejecting and devaluing one’s ligitimate emotional needs will be the cause for revolution. Those who are considered sane will be a minority if they already aren’t, and the balance of power will be completely toppled over and placed in the hands of those relegated to “crazy,” and “crazy” will be the new normal. With that being said, cultivate the beauty of your crazy so that when the toppling of this “objective” thinking takes, you are not harmful to yourself and those around you. Encourage your beauty so that love can replace the voids in your life.

And forgive. Most of all, forgive.


Parental Enslavement

When a parent teaches a child to hate the other parent, subconsciously that child begins to devalue his or her self because the child identifies with and finds comfort in both parents. If one parent is conceptualized as inferior, the child will internalize this thought and often times will subconsciously handicap themselves into behavior similar to the “inferior” parent. The child is therefore forced into a double-mindedness, having to experience life choosing between the two perceptions while formulating thier own.

This happens also within our education system. The education Black children are currently under emphasizes to them that existing Black peoples are the descendants of slaves, while undervaluing if at all mentioning the contributions made by Black peoples worldwide before the inhumane institution of slavery. With this historical rhetoric constantly pumped in our children with intentionally limited impactful alternatives, they subconsciously deduce that they exist only to be exploited by a superior white race and eventually, they will crash into a glass ceiling. With this concept cemented in them, our children are constantly plagued by a survival mentality, and the environments which they reside are not conducive to any area of elevation.

The solution

Instead of reducing our children to learning about Alexander “the Great” who is not historically relevant to Black achievement, our children should be learning of Mansa Musa or Shaka Zulu; both of which exude relevant cultural pride and both were historically documented economic and cultural power houses of their time. These are just two of “The Greats” of our people that go unmentioned besides a re-run of “Shaka Zulu” on television. Most Black people have limited conceptions of thier own truth because it is not made as readily available to them as European history and achievements, for example movies like Troy or 300, which depict European conquest in great detail and honor.

Its imperative that Black parents of my generation today understand our history first, so that the lessons from it can be passed down to our children now, orally or through literature; at school and in the home. But of course it starts in the home….

And then ask your pastors why these men are never spoken of in a platform that reaches so many on a weekly basis? Is that not where most of our people currently get they’re history lessons from? To talk of what one man has done and to disregard the many before him is for a reason. You must ask the right questions.

-Excerpt from “Kongo Blood-American Mask” by Inside Nianda Speaks