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You're A Scared Bitch

Someone once told me "Resse.  If you go against your universal calling, life will always be hard for you".

This came at a time when I was about to give up on dance.  I had been traveling the world as a mover for some time and I could barely afford to make it back home to the states.  Like I'm a wild boy.  I would go overseas with around 200 dollars in my pocket, book a hostel in a foreign country and say..... "You're either going to make enough money to feed yourself, pay for shelter, pay for LIFE, or you're going to become homeless.

Funny thing is, I never trusted myself back then.  I know I didn't trust myself because I never trusted anyone around me.  And we are (in most cases) the reflection of those we see about us.

Thing is, I believed in something (still do), I believed in how powerful art could be, it's ability to shake money out of people's pockets, more than I believed in my own damned self.  And that's the thing....you need something in this world to put before yourself.  That's your 🔥 you're aren't the flame, you are the wood it burns atop of.

#morning #goodmorning

Stay In Shape...Even If You're Lazy

Beautiful, wonderful, protective, enduring, empathetic, humans.

It’s been a spell since our last chat, or you last read one of my blogs (unless you bought chapter one of my book for 1.99. if not, go to merchandise and grab a copy.), regardless I miss you. No excuses (I don’t care for excuses), I’ve truly been getting settled into what will soon to be my new home, Berlin. So, I’ve been wondering. I’ve been exploring. I’ve been having 1st time experiences, as if I’m a baby boy again.

Anywho….with no further B.S. lets hop into it.

As most of you may know, I dance. I dance quite often. Does this change how my body works? Does this change it’s aesthetic? You God damned right it does! Does dancing change my mental process to obtain a decent, and properly functioning body, or did my brain have to change to obtain this body and be a better dancer?

That would have been a dope question, for you to ask.
You should have asked that question. I would have given you some bagel bites.

Since I was around the age of 20 I have zoomed through, scanned through, and digested almost everything that I can stomach about getting all the abs, effetively training hard to hit areas, what to eat, what not to eat and how to bench press moons that orbit around neighnoring planets.

On God!!

You know what I rarely see?
Trainers talking about the importance of mental health before you touch a treadmill or weight.

This never ceases to amaze me.

As if some deep, dark depressed, poet, is going to pull himself out of a Dexter, bench watching, marathon, to go run fucking laps. You shitting me…..

Before you ever think about getting the body; abs, ass, tits, thighs, two piece and sides. First understand why you’re doing it. And not the B.S. ‘I just lied to myself, this is why I’m doing it’ cliche’ response but really understand how deep the love for YOU goes….or that it must never end.

Because strike number one comes when you fall from a goal because a source outside of yourself has broken you. Not only does this give way to resentment of bettering yourself but it also gives way to excuses.

So first, be able to understand why you want to be healthy; pros and cons, what it can and can’t do for you, etc etc. Then we’ll get you a workout plan. Until then….first muscle first, repair your brain…..

Ass and Abs come later.

The Reason I Love Spring

Remember when you would come to the Red House and play Call of Duty?  We all blew away a few years of our life just to level our guns up.

So they'd be gold plated.

In a virtual world.

You even got our clan name tattooed on you, "YNY".  I thought that was dope. A bit serious but dope.

I also remember a point in time where we had a bit of bad blood but it was never anything real.

Some years ago you became a bartender at the bicycle  shop.  And when I would come back from my travels, you'd buy my first drink and we'd exchange stories; you'd tell me how much you were growing, you were practicing vegetarianism (borderline impossible in Mobile, Alabama), that you'd started training with Bobby Rivers to become some Brazilian Ju Jitzu bad ass and that you had given up partying.

That's the reason I love Spring.

Because there's something of unexplainable magic watching a lifeform become itself.

We all know this.

We understand this.

I got to watch you flourish, my guy. Oh how YOU, you became and your new energy.....magnetic!! You started to control your life.  I could sense you had made promises to yourself and you were going to keep them.

This is how I will remember you Cory.

In your Spring.

Love you, PigPuke(YNY).   

A GOOD TEACER

Have you ever met a good teacher in your life? 

Like a GOOD teacher? 

You would know if you had because a good teacher stays with you.  A good teacher walks with you everywhere you go in life. Throughout our lives we recount their many lessons, their many quirks, even their justified angry outburst when we worked under our potential.

And no.

I'm not speaking of the teacher that let you skate with an "A" because you shared the "tea" with them before American History.  I speak of that teacher that changed your mentality towards the world.  That teacher that consistently made you conquer your old self.  That teacher that gave you new eyes for viewing the world.  That teacher who taught with a swag all their own.  That teacher that knew every student and every issue they faced outside of class.  

That teacher!!

Do you remember them? 

I'd hope. 

If it is said that our human encounters are the building blocks of us, then a great teacher is our foundation (I just made that up 😁).

Thanks;  Tanja Parent, Tina Miracle, Glen Meynardie, Meredith, Mrs. Carlyle (she got me into reading), and to the countless others.  

Thanks for your time.

*HANDS TO HEART*

We Are God.

Flensburg, Germany Circa 2018

God

/ɡɒd/

noun

1. 1.

   (in Christianity and other monotheistic religions) the creator and ruler of the universe and source of all moral authority; the supreme being.
   
   No matter where we go there are talks of God. The mystery of him or her. The competition of church. Should we keep him out of schools and work places? The dude even has an all time selling book, to which the proceeds go……I have the slightest clue.
   
   Thing is, outside of your religion what is God, but a diety or body that creates. Nothing more.
   
   In a sense we are all God (bare with me).
   
   Think on it, since the beginning of us. Since the beginning of man, we have created out of necessity. We desired warmth, we made fire. We needed shelter, we built huts or squated in caves. We needed protection, we made dogs our friends. We desired connectivity, we built roads. Etc etc etc.
   
   We have always created a world that better suits us. This is nothing new.
   If we gaze a bit closer we even see reflections of god (our universe) in ourselves. From our eyes to how our blood cells navigate our anatomy.
   
   We are God!
   
   We are the creators of our reality.
   
   We just have to make a decision on whether or not we will continue to create the world we wish to live in. There’s nothing wrong with giving yourself permission to create. There’s nothing wrong with being extraordinary. But you must first get out of the way of yourself, and remove those who stand to hinder you.
   
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What's A Brand???

Beautifulmind isn't Resse, nor am I Beautifulmind.  I was born Tyresse Lydell Bracy; son of Theresa Johnson and Benjamin Bracy (the former is cooler).  A majority of my growing both physically and mentally was done on the red dirt roads of Grand Bay, Alabama.  My siblings are Zechariah Bracy and Clyde Moore, I love them so.  

But I digress.   

My odessey towards becoming a street performer began some 6 years ago, in Dublin, Ireland.  Where I met a guy by the name of David Loudon who had setout from Seattle, Washington with a one way ticket to Europe to busk.  His hopes were to become such a great violinist, that passer byers would tip him enough to make it back home.  

Young me knew nothing of such bravery.  This kid was magnetic.  I had to be apart of whatever he was.   

The next morning at hostel breakfast I asked could I join him.  With no hesitation he replied "yes".  The shit was sealed!  I was going to dance; alone, on streets, for offerings, for the first time ever.  I could barely catch my breath, let alone think of what I wanted to do with my 6'3, awkward fucking frame.   

We find a spot on O'Connell Street.  Next to the Spire.  He unpacks his bow, next his violin, he begins to play.  As the crowd begins to form, my nerves begin to betray me. 

I think to myself, "this crowd will never see you again".  So what if they laugh...

I kick my shoes off and begin to move;  nervously at first, hesitant, unsure.  Some people leave and in my mind I'm writing the entire experience off as a disaster but David continues pull and slide his bow over the bridge of his violin.  If he's not stopping nor should I, I tell myself.  This dance and violin collaboration continues, it gets easier, it becomes so simple to do what I already knew how to do, that the crowd vanishes before me, I began to play around with my dance, I began to enjoy the spectating eyes of foreign faces.

Some 20 minutes in, it began to rain.  David had to pack up due to the fragility of stringed instruments. 

We marched back to our hostel.  Where he attempted to split the earnings but I couldn't take anything from him.  David had taught me a great lesson.  David's taught me how to measure success in my life.  David taught me that nothing should precede my happiness.  David taught me that if you allow action to preced thought you could just about accomplish whatever the fuck you wished.  

And so the Beautifulmind Brand was born.  Personally I felt the need to always be reminded to measure my life in happiness, and to never spend too much time thinking but to act. 

I some how feel that the world could use this ideology a bit as well.   

Love you David, wherever you may be. 

*HANDS TO HEART* 

Trauma Is Your Weapon

Dance is simple. 

In fact I'd go as far as to say it's in a human's nature, to dance. Its part of us all (even if we've forgotten it).

But to be a great dancer is something else, entirely.

I've been at this since I was 7 years old (dancing).  I never slept as a child (I adopted insomnia from my mother); nightmares of going to schools where I had to physically fight every single day, fight mentally against the attack of dark thoughts that came from bullying, fight spiritually against the dark spirits that looked to consume me.  Shit!!  I could have became all bad; could have started in on the activities that the country block boys were doing, could have started harming other to escape my internal turmoil, could have started to harm self.  Dance saved me.  Long before I considered myself an artist.  Long before I was getting booed at pep-rallies (I was trash).  Long before the fighting stopped.  It gave me a voice. It taught me to speak pretty things to myself.  No one knew it then because a bullied and depressed child rarely shares anything.  But dance was healing me and even I was unaware.

All along this is what I was doing in my room, momma.  This is why I slept so much in class and during the day.  This is why my grades were just average.  I had something better.

I'm not average anymore.  I'd go as far as thanking those who gave me shit for so many years.  You just turned me into something magical you bitches.  

So, if by chance, you are hurting from yesterday, if you are able to hold on a bit longer, maybe turn that thing you can't live without, into a pretty thing to help another.   

*HANDS TO HEART* 

Hard Pill To Swallow

We listen to a great deal of artist recount their lives before they reached a certain destination of self discovery, and it's always the same.  They endured; endured loss of love, endured loss of family, endured loss of financial stability, endured loss of comfort!  The thing is, everyone wants abs but nobody wants to give up the dollar menu.  Everybody wants to travel but nobody wants to stop going out every night in order to save.  Everybody wants to love but nobody wants to deal with their issues of the past, so that they may first love themselves. 

The matrix is real my guy. 

Maybe not in the navigating a septic tank in the nebuchadnezzar sense, but of the mind.  This to me is why we find such difficulty listening to the words of so many.  One would think, because words find formation in the mind that they are a reflection of it.  This couldn't be further from the truth people talk around what actually hinders them to appeal to their brethren; for kudos, for likes, for heart reacts.

Imagine if we spoke honestly to ourselves, of our wants and needs.  Imagine if every man took control of where he is and where he wishes to voyage to.  Imagine if a person staked claim to the world they created instead of deligating power to outside forces.  All I'm saying is, everything in our world is based off of personal choices.  Decide to be a better human and guess what....we better humanity.

Namsayin!?

Hands to Heart!

BITCH! Go Fail!

October 4th Berlin •2018• 

We all traveled light years to be here.  Energetic life forms that occupied a boundless space.  And I don't think we setout to be regular, nor fearful...nor to remain undeveloped.  Contrary to what your environment wishes to portray to you, there are worse things to be;  than a couchsurfer low on money, out the loop with trends... dead.​

That's right, there's more excruciating positions to hold, outside the casket.  ​

What if you stayed here until death, and never came to fruition? ​

What about fear of manifesting personal destiny? 

What about society molding you, instead of you? ​

To me these are the truest forms of never being.  To be one of the 1 and 7,000,000,000,000 chances, but to make nothing of it.  I don't want to sale a dream, I have enough of my own.  You should sale your visions, to you!!  That's not the job of anyone else.  And if you're awake enough to understand that you want more, then you're awake enough to get more.  Even if that means failing time and time again.  Fail until happiness clicks, until satisfaction clicks.  ​

*HANDS TO HEART*​

Yesterday Is A Map

Berlin Wall Circa 2018

I always return to familiarity;  the same points in a magic city, the same chipped tooth smiles, the broken love of old flames.  Unknowingly, in most cases.  Alas, like bench marks in life, or good savepoints in video games.  As if a migrating beast.  As if a engineer of dreams in Inception.  

The past is very real for me. 

It's needed for me. 

A compass to assist the projection of dancing feet, for me.  

Even in the rare findings that I rule my stay in familiar town concluded, and I wish to overstay my welcome elsewhere.  There are parts of me that refuse to lift, nor close doors and gates to yesterday....to what I've grown so used to.  This feeling both offers great strength and fragility.  In one scenario I'm unaware of every twist and turn in familiar town, on the other I'm quite bored.   

Berlin you are a mix of both (moreo the former), ole gal.  

In moments I feel a stranger me, an alien in my own body, I can find me, a more glorious version, in elderly sightings.  Places that aren't behind me, nor a front, not even necessarily within, but they do exist.  Whether upon a field of dreams, or interdimensional, they exist as powerful reference.

*Hands To Heart* 

IT ALWAYS FREAKS ME OUT

Being a genuine person should be referred to as an easyhard task.  Because at the core of every man is an overwhelming want to be accepted by the world around him.

This is a black hole for many of us. 

This way of thought, these artificial -beliefs-

Black holes didn't come to be to ever know contentment.  Once a cluster of burning things to look up to and wonder over, is now infinite in appetite.  It has become the reason for the spiritual demise of so many. Don't feed this place. Give it no play.  

Tell your friends.

There is no obligation nor binding contract for the world to accept you.

No matter how bright your character sparks.  Keep it moving.  It's important to face the feelings of unwant, it just shouldn't crush you.  Don't drag it around town with you, refuse to lift feelings of societal unwants.

Pay attention to your want to be accepted by everyone.  

It's better to put that energy into a craft, the cool people that already surround us, the Earth around us.  

This will keep you on task.  

This will create a more genuine human.