Shareholders With No Ownership!! Why Own Stock and Have No Say In The Company?

Here’s a thought I've wanted to put out there to my co-humanoids and my wonderful ex co-workers of Walmart: You bought shares in the company you work for right? Most of us do it for profit or call it another way of saving money for Christmas or a rainy day.  Do you realize that as a shareholder/stockholder you own a portion of that company? Then tell me how is it possible that you as a shareholder/stockholder need permission to go to the stockholders meeting? Exactly what does holding stock in a company mean and what benefits do you get from it if they still can fire you?

These questions also goes for Utility companies that say become a member and own part of the company, however if you are late on your payment, they don’t want to know how they can help, they want to know when are you going to pay your bill otherwise they are shutting you down?  Does any of this make any since? You tell me this is partly my company yet you have the right to turn off my utility if I don’t pay? 

We have been bamboozled, hoodwinked, and deceived. About what? What it means to be a part owner of a company.  What it means to support a company that does not have your best interest in heart. First let me start by giving you the definition of a shareholder/stockholder.

Without A Vision The People Perish.... War or Peace, Your Choice

I've heard this scripture quoted many times in church. The explanation given was "prophetic vision".... Well prophetic vision or just plain vision, what it states is still true: without a vision the people perish.  

Do you know what it means to not have a vision? To not know where you want to go in life or what the future holds? Can you imagine what it would be like to not be able to think past today? Or even dream or have aspirations?

Yet this happens to us when we allow others to dictate our dreams, give us fear of the unknown, or make us believe the future is hopeless. Without a vision of what makes our hearts happy, we literally set ourselves up to perish.  

Why do people commit suicide? They lost their vision, their hope, their reasons.  We need to have a vision or a thought of our future, "Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen" Heb 11:1. 

What is vision? " the act or power of anticipating that which will or many come to be". You don't have to be a prophet to have a vision.  This is part of our sovereign right...to dream dreams and see visions.  We've done this since our childhood, envisioned what our life would be like from day to day and when we were all grown up.  

Growing up I knew exactly what I wanted to be, I had a vision in my head.  I would be a teacher, I would marry for life, and have an even number of kids.  My life would be a happy one.  My husband would adore me and I would have enough money to live comfortably and enjoy the simple pleasures of life.

God Loves Beyond Measure....And So Can I

This is a beautiful thought for today and a testament as what TRUE LOVE is all about.  Thank you Heaven's Letters for releasing us from our misconceptions and limitations!

God Loves Beyond Measure

Heavenletter #4692 Published on: September 29, 2013

God said:

Accept how much I love you, love you as you are. Accept how much I love you and how much My love is dependent upon nothing but My love for you and not upon qualifying standards that you may think you have to strive for. It behooves you not to wait for My love dependent upon your earning it. My love is sacrosanct. My love is not changeable. My love for you is dependent upon My love for you which is a constant. It is not dependent upon your sense of peace or worth or anything. My love is not something that you have to qualify for. Judgment is not My way nor is judgment your way. My love is not a kind of fraternity in which you have to be selected. My love is not exclusive. My love is inclusive.

I award My love to all. My love is a given. It is the one thing you can count on. My love for you is a given, and it is a given never withdrawn from you. I do not give with one hand and take back with another. My love is a sure thing. My love is given freely. And you are to do the same.

You are not to assess My love as though it were a levy according to your perception of events in your life. You do not total up all the figures to make sure I did it right. No, My love is given spontaneously. I do not size you up. I do not weigh you on a scale. I do not deal in pounds and ounces or other kinds of worldly measures.

GOT FREE WILL? Then why aren't you using it?

     I've often heard the question asked "Why does God allow bad things to happen to us? Or where was HE when this happened? Or if there is a God, why isn't HE saving us now?

     The answer is simple. HE created us with FREE WILL.  That means HE gives us choices and HE respects our choices. By respecting us HE complies with our decisions regardless of what it is.
   
FREE WILL is our SOVEREIGN RIGHT.

     The ones who have tampered with this are our fellow human beings. Our co-inhibitors of Mother Earth, have tried to Lord or rule over us in a superior fashion, however they could not do this unless we gave them the power.

     You may ask "what power is that"? Our FREE WILL.

     You may say, "I didn't and would never give anyone my freedom of thinking & doing for myself".

     Well, let me ask you this? The job/career you work today, are you there because it was always your desire to have that position? Was this what you dreamed you would be doing when you were younger? Or when you finished school, is this the job/career you envisioned? Or are you there because it helps you make your ends meet?

     Okay. So you may still say that you didn't give up your FREE WILL.  So, let me ask you this? When was the last time you went on a trip or vacation that was not based on the amount of money you have or saved up? And how about the food you eat everyday? Are you eating the foods you want to or what you can afford to eat? Are you choosing the same food you would if all the food in the world was free?

     The home you live in, is that what you always dreamed of? If money did not limit you would this still be the home of your choice? Or would you move somewhere else?

     If the answer to any of these questions is "I wouldn't change a thing" then I commend you, you have NOT given away your power.  However, if you have answered differently, then the time to take back your power is now.  Not tomorrow, not when things get better financially, or any other excuse you can make.  Start today. Start by writing down or remembering your dreams about life without restrictions, without the limits of money or anything in your life that stopped you from dreaming.  You know what or who they are.

Quitting the Oppressive Plantation - Wal-Mart

So I finally did it!!! I quit Wal-Mart. And really I'm not knocking the fact that WalMart has helped me feed my children, put a roof over our heads, etc.  However, the work conditions there like so many other corporations is similar to that of a Plantation.

And they said slavery was dead!!! No it actually is not.  It just got a facelift.  Instead of working on the plantation you work in corporate america.  The slave-owner is your job whether it be Target, Wal-Mart, Chevron, Exxon, Apple, Ford Motors, AT&T, or Oprah Winfrey herself, etc. (for a complete list http://money.cnn.com/magazines/fortune/fortune500/2013/full_list/) the point is, you will never own it, even when you buy stock, you have no say so, it's no different than the plantations of old.

The house-niggas are the management teams.  They have no mind of their own, they are just puppets.  And mind you I'm referring to the majority.  The ones who try to be fair or try to follow policy which are supposed to protect the people, are either ignored, dis-empowered, or made into field hands.  They give you a little more money than the field hands and you think you're make a difference.  But in essence what they did was give you hush money, see no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil, especially when they crack the whip on the field hands back by demanding "work faster, work harder, same production level" even though they "hung" (fired) some folk for the same pay.

So why did I wait till now to finally say what was on my heart for the six years that I was there.  It's simple. FEAR. Worrying about whether I would get another job, be able to pay my bills, etc.  But isn't that just how the field hands felt? Fearful. You think the slave-owners felt that? Only if there was an uprising. But they had so many different tactics and ways to "keep you in your place".  Only they were allowed to enjoy the "fruits of your labor".

We just allowed FEAR, to keep us from following our dreams.  And once again I am only speaking to those who were like me who felt trapped.  "Leave master and you may get lynched or blackballed", you know what I mean.  So many of us regardless of the color of our skins played a role, some were Kunta Kinte, Kizzy, Chicken George, Binta, or Toby.  It didn't matter what plantation you went to they would still get you. Sure the higher you went up, the easier it seemed but it always comes at a price.  Maybe you have less of a social life or less family time, or you have to compromise your integrity.

Eventually, you take on the attitude, "if I can just make it till retirement" and by this time the best part of your life is gone.  And those of us who lost all zeal of life will declare like Celie "this life soon be over.... Heaven last always".

The Trilogy

This past week has marked a trilogy in my life, that is, the death of the three oldest members of my family.  My father, Ralph Sr. (born) August 23, 1922 - (died) September 6, 2006; my mother, Grace (born) August 24, 1929 - (died) March 2, 2012; and my oldest brother, Errol (born) January 26, 1947 - (died) August 26, 2011.

It has been a difficult week but bearable. The last two deaths were very hard to deal with, a change I'm still not use to them being gone.  My brother fought till the end.  I can still remember the last day we were together.  It seems so unfair now if not for the fact that he's no longer suffering.

My mom's death is even harder to deal with.  I thought I was prepared for her death but I wasn't.  I know she's dead but I don't want to accept it.  I find myself at times thinking about trying to call her or her calling me about 1 or 2 in the morning while I'm at work and then I remember she can't do that.  So then I try not to think.  I miss her so much.

I wonder at my naivety, why didn't I understand that she was really dying? Why did I continue to hope when death was in my face?  Why did I see her having more time than she did?  In hindsight, I feel stupid.  I missed out on the opportunity to make her last moments easier for her.  I know it's in the past and I will get over it.

I've heard the cliche over and over again that at the end of the day when everything is said and done, all the arguing, disagreeing, bad feelings, etc.  don't matter.  What matters is the love you shared and the good times.  So don't hold grudges and try to get over the big and the small stuff.  NONE of it matters at all.

I did a poem for my brother and one for mom.  I'm only sharing the one for my brother at this time.  Click link below.

Poem:  Ode To Errol

Finally Getting My Release

So I finally got my release.  And it's sad that it took me so long cause I knew what I needed to do and that is pray.  That's always the key.  I'm still trying to make that my habit, the moment I feel distressed is to pray.

I can always remember to give praises and glory to God for the good things.  I just need to work on doing it for the distressful things.  Sounds backwards, but so true.  For some reason staying mad just seems easier than to forgive, even though in your heart of hearts you know its not right.  So when that happens its just time to pray.

I did that, even though, my head wasn't in it, and I felt the release.  It's the beginning and that release feels good. I'm not weighed down with negativity, cause that just brings on depression, then self-destruction.  Just not worth it.

In all things God must be the center.  That's my goal and I'm working on it.

Poem:  My Release Prayer