Tupac vs. Biggie

Who do you prefer, and why?

I prefer Tupac. I've given this a rather decent amount of thought.
Tupac had a way better message, and I believe him to be a far better writer and talent overall.

He actually encouraged women and wrote a song about his mom. No, he was not perfect, but no one is, and I believe he was a far more socially conscious and courageous than Big and the east coast.



There are many theories that Tupac was a prophet. I believe the proof speaks for itself.

Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares and don't nobody else care

And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot
When you come around the block, brothas clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don't forget, girl, keep ya head up

And when he tells you, you ain't nothin', don't believe him
And if he can't learn to love you, you should leave him
'Coz sista, you don't need him
And I ain't tryin' to gas ya up, I just call 'em how I see 'em

You know it makes me unhappy, what's that
When brothas make babies and leave a young mother to be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman

I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
I think it's time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women

And if we don't, we'll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can't make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one

So will the real men get up
I know you're fed up ladies but keep ya head up

Keep ya head up, ooo, child things are gonna get easier
Ooo, child things are gonna get brighter
Keep ya head up, ooo, child things are gonna get easier
Ooo, child things are gonna get brighter

Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing to me
He had me feelin' like black was the thing to be
And suddenly the ghetto didn't seem so tough
And though we had it rough, we always had enough

I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules
Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or two
And I realize, momma really paid the price
She nearly gave her life to raise me right

And all I had to give her was my pipe dream
Of how I'd rock the mic and make it to the bright screen
I'm tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
It's hard to be legit and still pay the rent

And in the end it seems I'm headin' for the pen
I try and find my friends but they're blowin' in the wind
Last night my buddy lost his whole family
It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity

It seems tha rain'll never let up
I try to keep my head up and still keep from gettin' wet up
You know it's funny when it rains, it pours
They got money for wars but can't feed the poor

Say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is
It ain't no hope for the future
And then they wonder why we crazy
I blame my mother for turning my brother into a crack baby

We ain't meant to survive 'coz it's a setup
And even though you're fed up
Huh, ya got to keep ya head up

Keep ya head up, ooo, child things are gonna get easier
Ooo, child things are gonna get brighter
Keep ya head up, ooo, child things are gonna get easier
Ooo, child things are gonna get brighter

And uhh, to all the ladies havin' babies on their own
I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin' all alone
Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want 'em

'Coz I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure
And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more
'Coz ain't nothin' worse than when your son
Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'

You can't complain, you was dealt this
Hell of a hand without a man, feelin' helpless
Because there's too many things for you to deal with
Dying inside but outside you're looking fearless

While tears is rollin' down your cheeks
Ya steady hopin' things don't all down this week
'Coz if it did, you couldn't take it and don't blame me
I was given this world, I didn't make it

And now my son's gettin' older and older and cold
From havin' the world on his shoulders
While the rich kids is drivin' Benz
I'm still tryin' to hold on to my survivin' friends

And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up
But please, you got to keep ya head up

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What's With the Name?

I guess its time I explain my name.

First off, I knew I needed a stage name. I knew that I just didn't have a last name that was built for show-biz. Every (just about) famous actor, musician, artist...changes or alters their name in some fashion to have an easier, more fluid ring to it. I wanted something simple, something direct...something unforgettable, and something with meaning.

Back when I was a young buc, I made my original myspace, and my url became "purple vixxen".
I loved the color purple, and felt that it represented me well: purple was the color of depth, mystery, royalty...but it wasn't your standard color. Plus, I had in many ways begun to identify myself with the artist, Prince, who we all know is the man in purple.

Purple vixxen was ok. But it needed to be better, more smooth sounding.
So, I came up with violet vixxen. But, then, I still felt like a 'noun'. I wanted a name like "Carmen Electra", who was one of my idols. I read that her name was created by Prince, and was a conjunction of his two favorite plays: Carmen (the opera) and Mourning Becomes Electra by Eugene O'Neill.

So, I hacked off the end of 'vixxen' (spelled with two x's, just for url purposes, i needed something that noone else had). And I added an a. Now, it was a real name. Vixxa Violet.

The name took on layers and layers of meaning, and still does.
One of the main factors is that: the two names represent the two completely different sides of my personality.
On the one hand, I was this bold, sexy, powerful, strong...vixen! (or, wanted to be, ideally...like a Spice Girl, or an X-Men superhero). It represented the me that was bold, took risks, performed on stage, and said what she thought.

Violet, however...was my very, very deep, artistic, introverted, sensitive side. The one that wrote poetry and listened to The Cure and fell head-over-heels in unrequited love. The outcast. The loner.

The only other name I seriously considered before that was Vilma Grace. Vilma was my granny's name, who is now deceased. To me, she represented light and peace. After she died, I was never given any of her belongings or anything to remember her by...except for a little pin of a white dove.
Grace was my middle name.

Ironically, if you take the "L" and "M" out of Vilma...you get Vixxa. The two x's are crosses...crosses that I've had to bear in order to forge ahead what I hope will be the success of the lineage of women who were beaten, put down, and enslaved by their husbands.

I desperately wanted to get away from my last name.
Just about every person in my family with my last name has ended up seriously mental, addicted to drugs, death by cancer...it is a lineage of evil, death and destruction. (Vilma was married in to the family, so I don't really count the in-laws as inherently evil).

So, yeah. I could go on, but...that's all I shall say for now.

PS. Hold up two "V"s with your fingers, and look at what you have. This is what I'm after.

What Makes a 'Man'

What makes a Man?

I really feel for men. I do. Society is very hard on men. It sends them subliminal messages that they have to dominate, control, win...be the best, have the best. Male society typically rests the "quality" of a man on his possessions: how much money does he make, does he have a beautiful wife or girlfriend, how many homes does he own? So on and so forth...

I saw a commercial the other day.
I forget what the commercial was for, but it played during the football game. (obviously geared/targeted towards men). In the commercial, (lets just say for arguments sake it was Axe), they showed a guy in therapy. But, the therapist was a football coach. The guy was like "I think yellow makes me sad because..."
And the coach / "therapist" was like "You wanna get tough? Forget all these feelings!! While you're off in namby-pamby land, I'll be using this Axe deoderant to get chicks!"

((Or something like that...you get the idea. ))

First of all...No. 
Going to therapy does not make you a sissy, a wimp, or a wuss.
Also, there is this notion that all you do in therapy is "talk about your feelings". Well, number one...that's not true. And two...even if it was, so what??!
We do not get to talk about our feelings at our job. We don't get to talk about our feelings with our boss, our co-workers, most of our friends (especially if you're a man!!), even our girlfriends...so many of them are busy riding us about how much money we're making, and whether or not we took the trash out.

So, understandably...men shove their feelings down. They have to provide, win, compete, achieve.
Then, we girls expect them to want to share their feelings with us and tell us how they feel.

To some degree, this is warranted. I am very verbal, and I express my feelings fairly well, for the most part. To a large degree, I was raised like a boy. I was forced to work, told to achieve, and very rarely got to "just have fun". So, a lot of people in the 'real world' began telling me that I had 'trouble with communicating'.

We all have trouble communicating. Communication is inherently flawed.
But, I will say...that therapy makes a person way better at it. By talking about feelings, repressed memories, whatever...you're learning to identify what the feeling was, why it made you feel that way, and why it was ok to feel the way you did. There is no right or wrong. It is a process of learning who and what you are. It is a process of acceptance, and ultimate self-love.

So many chicks walk around with this attitude like, "I ain't f*ckin' with no man, I'm working on me!!".
Well...then, work. Do real work. Don't just say you're gonna do it, actually step up, have some balls, and do it. This does not include getting wasted, partying with your girls, and having one night stands.

And you men...do the same. Stop expecting to find the "one" when you have not found yourself.

It takes strength to admit weakness. It takes the ability to surrender to finally become the captain.

ANTI-Biotics Means "Anti-Life"

I was watching a TV show program on WHYY, called 'The Road to Perfect Health'.

Because I suffer from Chronic Fatigue Syndrome / Fibromyalgia, I have begun an extensive exploration of my entire body and health system...from my brain chemistry, to my body chemistry...from my lymphatic system to my endocrine system to my pH levels to my colon.
While it has been necessary for me to take certain medications to manage my Bipolar, I have always stayed as up-to-date on natural and holistic treatments. I've always exercised, taken fish oil, eaten lots of fruits and vegetables...even my family has remarked on how much I do to maintain and better my health...yet I still stay tired, depressed, sick.

However, I have been on at least 6 to 7 different anti-biotics in my lifetime. At 9 years old, I began to get boils. Boils are skin legions that would develop from an infection in the body.
What did the doctors do? (Of course...and no, I don't blame my parents here)...they gave me anti-biotics.
I had at lest 2 other staff infections before age 20 which 'required' antibiotics.

At age 12 or 13, I began to get acne.

Very bad acne.

Over the next six years, I tried every over-the-counter and prescription acne medication you can think of. Proactiv, Differin, every salicylic acid and benzoyl peroxide and sulfur product. Tea tree oil skin care products from the Body Shop. Then, finally....my dermatologist placed me on at least four different anti-biotics including Bactrim, Tetracycline...at sixteen, on birth control...the last, final, recommended step was Accutane.

(As desperate as I was to have clear skin...I refused to take Accutane. Thank God. I'd probably have a failed liver or have committed suicide had I done it.)

The point is: antibiotics translates to "kill" "life" (bios). The antibiotic supposedly "kills" the "harmful bacteria". HOWEVER. It is also killing GOOD bacteria. Hence 'probiotic'...often we hear the word probiotic in yogurt (esp. live culture Greek yogurt or Activia). These bacteria are good, and they promote  healthy digestion.

I know anti-biotics have done major damage to my immune system. Other medications, as well...including everything from anti-depressants to processed food, etc. 

So...what do I suggest??

1) Stop taking anti-biotics. Unless you have a severe illness, or it is a life or death situation, of course.

2) Supplement with probiotics. I need to get on this!

Greek yogurt has lots of natural pro-biotics. You can also take a digestive enzyme (I'll follow up with good enzyme supplements).

3) Limit processed food. Eat LIVE food. Fruits, veggies, water. Coconut Oil is great for the digestive system.

4) Avoid unnecessary vaccines, like Gardasil, flu vaccine, etc. 

Here's to a healthy gut in 2011!!

 

Psyche: Greek Goddess of the Soul

"Psyche was a daughter of mortals. She had two more sisters. Cupid, the god of love, fell in love with her. They had a daughter Hedone/ Pleasure. 
Psyche, the soul of humans, was exploited by the philosophers of the ancient times as well as by all religions. The majority accept that Psyche is immortal. 

 ***
Psyche never was part of Greek mythology. The word is Greek for soul (as in psychology). Not until about about 160 AD does Psyche appear as a person, and it was in a piece of Roman fiction. The Roman philosopher and writer Lucius Apuleius wrote a long story called The Golden Ass. In this an old woman tells about Cupid and Psyche and in her tale Psyche is taken into the company of the Greek deities, or rather their Roman counterparts. 


In Roman mythology, she is the girl whom Cupid fell in love with. She is said to be more beautiful than Venus, Goddess of Love and Beauty, herself. Since Venus wont stop in making Psyche suffer, Cupid asks Zeus for help and makes Psyche as a Goddess...Goddess of soul."


PSYCHE was cursed by her sister, Aphrodite (Venus), to marry the ugliest man on earth. Aphrodite, despite being beautiful herself, was jealous of her sister, Psyche, and of the love and attention she received. 
Aphrodite commanded the god Eros to cast this spell onto Psyche. However, he feel in love with her, and instead hid her away in his secret palace. 
Psyche was cast out, per some mistake, by Eros, and returned to Venus, by whom she was enslaved. Psyche suffered and suffered as Venus' slave, doing very hard work and labor in the Underworld. Eros returned to Psyche in love, and aided her in overcoming her despair...ultimately, the two were wed, and Psyche became forever immortal (she is often represented as a butterfly). 


REMEMBER, Psyche in Greek means...Soul!!!
Yes, psychology, is and should be a scientifically-based study...but if it completely ignores the soul, the spiritual side of the human, than it has not done its job. 

Read more: http://wiki.answers.com/Q/What_is_Greek_goddess_Psyche_goddess_of#ixzz18zJVNS3m
Additional Source: http://www.theoi.com/Ouranios/Psykhe.html

Serial Predator in Kensington (PHILADELPHIA)

Police Deem Killer A 'Serial Predator'

DNA Returns As A Match In Kensington

Just in the the Fox 29 Newsroom:

Philadelphia police and investigators have just wrapped up a news conference where they  announced that DNA from the 3rd strangulation victim in Kensington has returned a match to the other two strangulation victims.

Last week, 27 year-old Casey Mahoney was found strangled in a vacant lot on Front & Tusculum Street.   She is now the third victim of the so-called 'Kensington Strangler' .  The other victims, Nicole Piacentini and Elaine Goldberg were also found strangled and beaten in early November.

Fox 29's Sean Tobin was at that news conference and reports that a serial predator is now responsible for these three murders.

Earliet this afternoon, city officials announced the total reward is now at  $37,000 to help find a man who has now killed three times.  Officals were also quick to discourage vigilante justice.

Mayor Michael Nutter said during a Tuesday morning news conference on the 1900 block of East Cumberland Street there's "a very dangerous person on the streets of Philadelphia."

"We need to find this person, we need to capture this person. We need to get this individual off the streets of our city," he said.

To take a look at portions of that press conference, click here.  

The Mayor and police stress that anyone with information on these crimes should call 911, or you can call 215-686-TIPS (8477).

Stay tuned to Fox 29 for the latest updates.

Basic Science

If you've done cocaine for ten years, your brain is no longer normal.
If you've drank gin for thirty years, your brain is no longer normal.

I have done neither of these.
I take a small dose of Prozac, and Adderall, to help me stay focused, and drive my dopamine levels up (which were depleted through sadistic abuse and stress as a child...stress creates synapse damage in the brain).

I have spent the last six years fixing my brain, to make it the most optimal, functional thing I can make it.
This included:
graduating Honors and taking Honors courses in English & History in high school,
three years studying in college,
two and a half years in counseling,
two years psychotherapy and being seen by two of the top psychiatrists in Pennsylvania,
taking the proper medications, and the most functional diet possible in order to help my brain
(2 Tbs fish oil / day, ginko biloba, NADH, L-Theanine, dL-phenylalaline, L-Tyrosine, lots of fresh fruits and veggies, lean meats & proteins, omega-3 fatty acids like walnuts and almonds, regular exercise, yoga, meditation, etc.)
doing crossword puzzles and playing Tetris to help with cognitive function
forcing myself to learn to read maps because I did not and still do not have a GPS.

Don't hate me because I'm smarter than you.
Hate yourself because you have not optimized your brain properly, in order to think, function, and rationalize clearly.

My opinions are based on science and fact. Not my emotions, my satanic soul, or my paranoia.
Unless you have completed more schooling, professional therapy, reading, and have stayed clean (no drugs, no nicotine, cigarettes, other foul chemical agents), then you will not tell me that I'm crazy or dumber than you.

Thanks :)

Powerful Affirmations.