If Trump is Elected I Will Know the End Times Are Here

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Ok, it’s time to admit I’m a bit nervous.  I said I would never put in writing what I really think of Trump, but…. why on earth would anyone vote for him?? I just can’t hold it in anymore!  I keep hoping it’s all a joke.  I’m praying it’s just a hoax.  Yet, I will say I am thankful I have friends world wide. 
So, should he some how actually win the election I will know that the Bible is most definitely true and the end times are near.  However, my top 3 places to escape to are as follows:

1.  Bristol, England where my best friend Sarah has promised to be getting a room ready for me

2.  Cape Verde, where my co-worker and friend Ana (heeeeeyyyyy girl!  Shout out to you for reading this) has promised I can come to her parents’ place

3.  Peru where my friend Aymar has family,  hopefully I will be accepted to his people in the Andes mountains

If none of those places work I’m hoping  my friend Susana (Heeeeeey! Shout out to you too girl!!) will bring me to Madera, Portugal or Sarah’s family in Brazil will take me in. 

I try very hard to keep an open mind, but, when it comes to Trump supporters, I just can’t see the other side.  I really hate giving him any attention because, seeing he is pretty much the Kanye West of white people when it comes to opening his mouth, I just had to share this video. 

WATCH KIDS REACT TO DONALD TRUMP

These are kids reacting to Trump.  You can’t get more honest or intelligent than kids sometimes.  So fellow bloggers, anyone out there have a place for me to stay outside of the US,  just in case??

Photo credit: I do not own the rights to this photo it was found on the Internet

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My Truth

Do you ever find something you wrote a long time ago and amaze yourself with how smart you were?  Sometimes I think we need to remind ourselves how much we really know.  Many times we know the answers to the questions we are asking but ignore them because they aren’t the answers we want. 

Truth. Honesty.  It’s amazing how speaking the truth does so much for one’s well being.  Being honest with yourself.  That is the key.  Why do we lie to ourselves?  Sometimes we are even afraid of our own truth.  Amazing.  Once we begin being truly honest with ourselves can we open up and allow the truth to flow around us.

Trust not just in other people but in ourselves!  That is the real truth.  Knowing ourselves and what we want.
Taking ego and fear out of the outcome.  Speaking your truth just frees you.  No matter the outcome, once you are sure within yourself, other people’s response will not matter.  You will simply feel free because you are confident in yourself.

I read this and thought to myself, wow! I wrote that??  I wish I had taken my own advice months ago when I shared my first blog post.  The one that was posted on Wendy Jane’s Soul Shake.  The one that I was terrified to post because even though it was speaking my truth, it was also sharing a piece of me.  It was very personal because ultimately I would realize it was my way of working out who I am on paper.  It was really me pouring out pieces of my heart and soul onto paper. 
I was so scared to share it because I was worried what people would think of me.  I still get nervous when I share it, that it will be read wrong or offend someone, but I know that it is written in love.  It came from my heart, my thoughts and my feelings.
So here is my personal essay on Why I Love Black Culture.  Love it or hate it, it is my truth. Here is my personal essay…

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Just Me —– by Elissa Butson

When I think back and try to figure out where my love and interest for black culture came from, I still can’t pinpoint it. I can remember being in Evan’s
market with my mom and my baby doll and hearing a little girl say, “mom why does she have a black doll?” I was so upset by the comment. Why would she say that? I remember feeling embarrassed, like I was the one who had done something wrong. At the same time, I felt confused. I couldn’t understand why it was a big deal.

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Truth and lies

You try to cover your truth with lies
Close your eyes
You can’t disguise
The monsters and demons
The pit of my stomach
Intuition is beaming
It’s a knowing
A feeling
Lies so soft and sweet
Telling me what you think i want to hear
This is not strength
It’s fear
Afraid to speak your truth
Honesty unknown
Lie to me
To keep me smiling
But deep down inside
I am dying
Tearing apart with each falsehood
Truth hurts sometimes
Unfathomable
Breaks
Cracks
The pictures of perfection
shattered images
Facing reality
Not always easy