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2010-03-26T19:43:00.001-04:00

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My Personal Perception

2009-09-28T15:07:00.000-04:00

Personal Perception

Life has provided many roads and storylines that shaped my character and personality. My image has been shaped like earth being slowly molded by water’s constant motion. I realize my image is not constant and it changes as my world view expands and I accept new knowledge and release unnecessary or harmful components of myself.

The image of “Travis” is supposed to be a reflection of my belief, abilities, shortcomings and fears. I display the positive and negative personas of myself. I believe my potential is perfection; therefore, imperfections must be acknowledged and alleviated. I may not remedy all my imperfections during my lifetime, but the road to perfection is the most peaceful journey. My quest to obtain my true form of perfection is propelled by hope and the search for truth. I learned the other roads are self destructive and so tedious, that one can get lost in one’s own pain and ignorance. A visit to the Holocaust Museum this summer helped me recognize the importance of hope and truth. The Germans after World War I felt abandoned and hopeless. These destitute feelings allowed Hitler to move into power. His message called for “national pride” and shifted much of the blamed for Germany’s condition to the Jews. This felonious message of hope and truth morphed into a communication of death for Jews, Gypsies, and many others. I am dedicating the balance of my life to help people uncover personal truth and hope in their lives.

I am

I am a good man on a trek for truth. I believe that my calling is to be a helper of all people. I sometimes compare personal perception and acceptance to the story of Jonah. Jonah ran from his calling and suffered a storm and being ingested by a whale. Once he accepted his calling and mission he was place back on the right trek and he fulfilled that mission. So, who am I? I am a loving, giving, thoughtful, and loyal person. I have a giving personality. I receive positive growth from giving and sharing. If I attempt to be completely selfish with my motives, any sense of satisfaction is too short lived to enjoy.

Career in the helping profession

My self-discovery began with an examination of “Travis.” I acknowledged all my attributes and flaws. I felt relief. The relief was a result of simple acceptance of my gifts and flaws. Now I walk through life working to eradicate flaws and display attributes. I finally accepted that it was not important to be perfect. It was important to accept the journey to perfection.

My mission to be a helper is based on this simple philosophy: Humankind’s position on this earth means sharing ourselves with the world. Humans have abilities and aptitude for individual and collective purpose in life. Deviation from that purpose leads to unhappiness and turmoil. My job as a helper is to aid clients in self discovery or methods to return to their purpose. I will help them obtain or maintain harmony.

“Who I am” is in direct correspondence with why I am in the helping profession. I walked blindly through much of my life and I was unhappy. I did not acknowledge my faults and downplayed my attributes. My decision to become a helper relates to the second half of Jonah’s story. When Jonah delivered his message of change and compassion to the people of Nineveh, his prejudice and hatred of Nineveh begin to devour him. He did not believe people of Nineveh had the capacity for change and hoped God would destroy them, but the people accepted the message and changed their ways. Jonah sat under a tree consumed with hatred and unhappiness. This story has an interesting irony. Jonah never embraced his own message of change and compassion for himself. He delivered a universal message as mere words. I discovered my calling to be a helper. I accept and embrace this calling. My mission is to use the knowledge I am acquiring in the Masters of Counseling Program to help others and myself. Who am I? I am a good man on a trek to truth.

The Girl in the Bathroom

2009-08-16T19:23:00.001-04:00

Technorati Tags: Love,life,spirituality,understanding,challenges,Short,story,exotic

I published this story last year. I decided to reissue the story, because it is one of my favorite stories I hope you enjoy.

At a glance it looked like an electric night. At a glance, it seemed to be the remains of a night of fantasy and sexual expression, but vision can often be misconstrued by the unknown.

She stirred slowly on the bed. Her movements could be described as a person returning to normal after a night of howling at the moon. Her neck even contained a dull ache as if she was attacked, bitten, and transformed into a strange beast or monster. She surely did not feel like herself. She moved forward and propped herself up with her arm. She surveyed the studio apartment and began to recollect the prior evening.

Various exhausted beer, wine, liquor bottles, and multi- colors smeared the glass tips on the floor. All objects decorated the floor in various positions. She sat up completely and place her feet on the floor. Her toes touched several wrappers. She looked down in question, inspected and raised her head in disguise. On the nightstand she noticed her pack of Newport, reached for them, shook the box and discovered that the box only contained a half smoked cigarette. She frowned at the “short” and searched for a light. As she began pushed party favors off of the table. She hoped to discover a light, but instead she found more wrappers. It was as if it was Christmas morning and kids went crazy opening gifts and discarding all but the treasures inside.

Shelia stared at the wrappers and proceeded to the stove to light her used cigarette. The short cigarette fought helplessly against the flames and slowly sparked. After it began to burn and she puffed away the stall taste of the used cigarette, and walked to her bathroom to started the tub.

As she walked into the bathroom, that’s when she first noticed her. There was a coco brown sister as naked as Eve. And speaking of Eve, this coco beauty was the perfection of Eve. Her face was the vision of an angel. Her mouth was curved with a slight frown, but it was obvious that under the right circumstances it would be a devilish grin. Her nose was a button with the roundness and flare of her ancestors. Her long neck connected to soft shoulders, full breast, small waist, rounded hips and muscle flexing thighs. She was glamorous from head o toe. Shelia stared at the sexy bitch and turned her head in disgust. “That hoe always parties and shows out,” she thought as she took a long drag of the Newport and frowned at the continued bad taste. Shelia disappointment was redirected at the young lady.

Shelia thought, “What did she do last night? I bet she was talking trash like she always does. How good she is. How no one has her skills. I bet any kind of money she went overboard again.” Shelia remembered there was several times she seen this girl in action at the past parties. Shelia also remembers that this girl drank too much. She always did. She needs, wants and commands attention. She would drink and talk shit to get attention. “Oh damn, all those wrappers on the floor! Not again!” She looks at her and the anger and resentment tinkle in her toes. As she stepped into the tub of running water and it was slowly rising. Her anger began to warm her body.

“That damn girl,” Shelia thought as her surveyed the room again and moved back to the naked beauty. She always feels empowered by the attention. Like Cleopatra who toyed with the affections of men only to die due to the poison (snake bite) of her actions. “Those guys last night did not love her the way she wanted nor did she deserve Love,” thought Shelia.

“How am I going to find man to love me when my roommate keeps screwing everyone?”

Shelia said to herself, “Going from man to man does nothing but leave you on the floor. I want kids and a husband. I have the capacity to love, but she messes it up with all this need for attention. I love me too. But I only need one. She keeps screwing everyman that comes around here. I am going to have to do something about that!” Just then her angry turn to grief, then pity. “She is so beautiful, she thought as she looked at her. “If she could only stop giving it away…”

The combination of the running water and the burnt down cigarette caught her attention. She looked away from the mirror, flipped the cigarette into the toilet, and wiped the tears from her eyes. As she prepared to clean herself, she whispered in a breath, “I am worth more.”

Holocaust Museum:description and experience

2009-08-12T10:35:00.001-04:00

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As I walked into the Holocaust Museum July 4^th weekend there were a couple things on my mind. I thought about the recent murder of the security guard Stephen Tyrone Johns and disturbing images of death and concentration camps I saw as a child. Stephen and the victims of the Jewish Holocaust are victims of same hatred, closed mindedness and dark worldviews.

I was uneasy about this museum simply because I did not want to revisit the same images I saw in a book during my childhood. This uncomfortable feeling continued to lay heavy on my psyche as I walked into the museum’s giant atrium and sat on a bench to watch people. Most of the people were chatting or giggling. Children ran pass laughing and teasing one another. I continued to think that I did not want to see this place.

Once I entered the elevators to go to the main exhibit floor, my mood change. It could only be described as apprehension. This tension builds in the stomach as you sit still in the rollercoaster car waiting for the ride to begin. The anticipation of the extreme speeds and up and down motions of a very high and very scary rollercoaster is unnerving me. The elevator was a very large dull colored steel box with a television mounted high for all riders to see. The elevator doors closed and the box moved slowly upwards. The ride felt almost motionlessly. A voice began to speak over the intercom and the TV flickered on. After a brief prologue, the steel doors opened to a silent room of people. As I pondered my reluctant feelings and watched the people, I notice something very interesting. The obvious contrast of the individual demeanors and emotions I observed in the atrium and in the actual exhibit. The atrium was bright and lively and people talked, smiled and giggled. The only speaking heard was the film on the rise of Hitler and the shuffling of bodies from exhibit to exhibit. I felt an unshakable sadness come over me as I began this trek through this museum. I watch the film on the rise of Hitler and the Nazi party and I was dumbfound. How could a country of people allow their leaders to run amuck? A well known cliché states that hindsight is 20/20. The people of German were poor and disenfranchised and an evil man exploited their feelings hopeless. This is the same madness that fueled the countrymen of Rwanda to kill their fellow countrymen in an effort to rid their country of Tutsis, or religious leaders that condemn Islam or Buddhism by saying that Muslim and Buddhist doctrines have no validity, but I digress. I continued slowly walk around the exhibit studying different wall mounted information in dismay.

I took great notes of names of camps. I wrote down about Lt. Colonel Stevens and his film crew that documented these atrocities. I wrote about the Weimar Soldiers and the Treaty of Versailles. I also noted about Hitler’s genius marketing campaign and ability to speak, but all these notes do not describe the experience. I will not use them.

When I walked across the breezeway I looked down into the atrium and notice the teens chatting, moms chasing their toddlers, and old people lounging. They looked too relaxed and calm, too status quo. I thought that they did not see what I have seen.

I walked into an odor that seems to have hands to touch. It was a thick musky smell. I immediately felt as if I walked into a dense fog. The odor seemed to hug me and make me aware of its presence. This fog of odors seemed to trickle up and down my spine. It was the smell of thousands of shoes. I looked at the shoes of the victims of the holocaust and notice hast in my step. The smell did not linger as I walked into the section of portraits, but it did seem to add weight on me. I looked at the photos of beautiful families and continued my journey.

I walked slowly around the next level of the exhibit and I came up to a railcar. This cart was not as large as the railcars I have seen a train yards. The car was probably a third the size. I read the information and I learned that railcar held more than a hundred people. I could not imagine the feeling of being in a car that size with over 100 people. I can imagine the crowdedness, the inability to move or even breathe. Many people died in transport railcars. I continued my journey at a slightly faster pace.

The Holocaust Museum was painful and to some degree unbearable. I remember this feeling as I watched Amistad. The White sailors discovered there was not enough food for themselves and the men and women they stole from their homeland(slaves). They tied stones to a group of the men and women they stole from their homeland and drown them in the Atlantic. Men and women were stolen from their homes and murdered.

Cultural dynamics

This museum exists because of peoples’ inability to accept differences. This museum serves as a reminder of the product of fear. Oppressive actions of Hitler, the Nazi party, White supremacist, or any person or group operate within the realm of fear. This demonic fear consumes all logic and reason with unfounded hatred.

Insight

I was able to look at myself and consider what could possibly make me fear and loathe a group of people like Hitler. I have never possessed that much fear, but when I consider my apprehension toward White people I do not know personally, I understand why I become uncomfortable. I am uncomfortable because for much of my young life, Black adults said that White people were not considered trust worthy. I was not raised around White people. I was raise in Black neighborhoods and I did not really socialize with Whites at school. I was blessed to see beyond that prejudice behavior, because I met and became best friends with Anthony Cler. Anthony is White and it is this relationship that dispelled all the prejudice crap I heard as a youngster. It is the brotherly love that he and I share that assures me that White skin has nothing to do with who he is and who I am. He helped break the cycle of prejudice in me. Now I do will not continue a legacy of ignorance to my children.

Exploration of Happiness

2009-05-20T22:09:00.001-04:00

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"Why is easy so hard?"

Happiness is a part of who we are. Happiness does not need to be chased. It only needs to be uncovered and released. It is a part of you. This self help series looks at elements necessary to uncover happiness.

Being Happy is not hard to discover or maintain. It seems hard, because our vision of happiness has been distorted. I am so sorry but this country’s Founding Fathers were wrong. There is no “pursuit of happiness.” You do not have to chase a part of your emotional make up. You may have to rediscover happiness, but you do not have to chase it.

This does not mean that you cannot pursue dreams and ambitions. It means that your dreams and goals are in the proper perspective.

Food for thought: Dreams and Goals are fleeting. When Dreams and Goals are used to achieve happiness, this happiness is not natural and is short lived. Once the novelty is worn, you have to find something else to fill the void and emptiness.

“Those who are fueled by happiness enjoy the journey as well as the accomplishment of the goal.”

2009-05-01T08:06:00.000-04:00

I am so proud of my little man Achebe. He was honored with the Citizenship Award 2 Quarters in a row. He is a gifted boy, and I feel blessed to be his father. When I think swagger. I believe that my swagger is personified in my children. They are my legacy. I lve you Nyrere, Achebe, Dela! God Bless you all

Video Blog- 02/23/2009

2009-02-24T08:16:00.001-05:00

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Video- Blog February 1, 2009

2009-02-01T22:50:00.000-05:00

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Video Blog

Meditation Journal January 27, 2009

2009-01-27T21:27:00.001-05:00

My meditation has been a little difficult over the last few weeks. The difficulty comes from my routine. I have a tendency to worry more about the breath. That creates agitation sometime and restlessness. It sometimes hinder the ability to deepen my meditative state.

I am working on focusing my meditation to different aspects of life at I am working on. For example, I am working on procrastination right now, so I will focus my meditation to that needed energy. With this focus, my attention is drawn to my procrastination and I become mindful of it. I find that tins form of meditation promotes mindfulness and objectivity.

I am working hard to reestablish my routine. Even though my meditation times have been spotty and challenging, I continue to enjoyed working on my practice to realize its full potential.

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Video- Blog January 20, 2008

2009-01-21T07:37:00.001-05:00

The Presidential Inauguration of Barack Obama!

It is truly a blessing to be a part of History.

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Video-Blog January 16, 2009

2009-01-16T21:43:00.001-05:00

Week of January 16, 2009

Well deserved!

2009-01-12T16:06:00.001-05:00

First day back to work after a 13 day vacation and I feel great. It was a well needed and deserved rest! Right now Iam on the metro to school and I can't wait. This is the essense of happy in my opinion.
Simply things are happiness. It is not the cars or clothes. My wife is not what makes me happy! We share happiness. It is my soul. My soul is golden, so it shows in my swagger! A Real Man's Swagger.

Video Blog January 8, 2009

2009-01-09T00:10:00.001-05:00

On the Way to TU

2009-01-08T15:38:00.000-05:00

Well I am headed to Orientation today. I feel like I am a freshman all over again. LOL! It is the excitment of the unknown and the need for change. I know that it will be demanding, but the fruit of this labor will be a part of my legacy to life and my children.

Namasté,

Travis M. Spencer

At Trinity University

2009-01-06T13:39:00.000-05:00

Well I am sitting in the admission office waiting for the new about my new program. I will receive the answer sometime today. I an a little anxious, but I believe that my calling is to work with people and help them facilitate change or just be an ear. I can't wait to hear back.

2009- A year to enjoy

2009-01-04T19:25:00.000-05:00

As I look forward to 2009, I stop to thank God for his blessing. Not just because I am start the program, but because I am going to be more honest with myself and I will express that honesty in my logs. I hope that these words can help a reader. These words will help me. By living 2008 within this realm of self reflection, I have move forward in life and enjoyed the goodtimes and reflected on the bad. God's wisdom will continue to open to me and will accept it with a humble heart

Thoughts of 2009

2008-12-31T14:41:00.000-05:00

I feel that God has allowed my journey in Life to twist and turn to lead me to this point. There are many points of change and transition, this one hold a special place because it feels right, and nature. I do not feel forced to choose. I feel blessed and humble. I know that I can place my faith in God and trust my wife for support.

I have set my goal. Now I will enjoy the ride.

X Mas Eve

2008-12-24T07:20:00.000-05:00

Today seems like the eve of a new phase of my life. A rebirth, or a dawn has come. So as I step into the future, I will follow my divine lead. I will walk and enjoy the journey as well as the destination.

Namasté,

T M. Spencer

What Passion is ...and What Passion is not?

2008-12-20T13:57:00.000-05:00

If you have some age on you and you have experienced several relationships in your quest for love and life, you realize that there are elements in relationships that must be in balance in order for a relationship to work. Ideally, your partner provides that balance. Many successful relationships are due to this balance. When this balance is not represented in a relationship, the relationship may become unhinged and it is very difficult to maintain this type of relationship. In my life I have indulged in relationships that were based strongly on passion without any practicality.

In the past I have indulged in relationships that were more passionate than practice, I always seem to go too far. Nothing criminal, I assure you, but the relationship just seems to dig deeply into indulgences with little or no practicality whatsoever. Now love was there and we cared about one another deeply, but our relationship would swing from end to end. One minute we were blissful and the next we were at each other’s throats. The passion was out of control. We could not last, because we did not bring an element of stability to the mix.

I have learned in life that this does not only apply to romance. When a person is looking for their responsibility and contribution to this life, you know that you are there if you provide a necessary element. You position in life fit as a puzzle piece fits.

It is a simple as that! Look do you fit into your overall element?

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On my Soapbox 12102008

2008-12-10T17:34:00.001-05:00

If you look out the window and you see rain, you will usually prepare for the weather. Why? Because through past experiences or observations you know you must prepare or get wet.Life provides a window view, but we sometimes ignore the signs or "view". The end results are not favorable.

Namaste',

Travis M. Spencer

Meditation Journal 12/10/2008

2008-12-10T13:03:00.001-05:00

I haven't meditated in a week now. I haven't done yoga as well. I am creating new habits for my work day, so I have eliminated the meditation for a week while I get my schedule running smoother. I do meditate on the bus or metro. I think that this is a part of my transformation. I am working hard to be a better man for myself. This progress will automatically make me a role-model and inspiration to my boys, wife, and friends.

I am seeing a change in my thinking process due to mindfulness. I continue to be mindful of my FEAR. My fear manifests itself in my "need to control". To Believe and trust people is difficult for me sometimes, but I am growing my faith overall. I am also working on my pride and selfishness. I used pride for a long time as means to falsely exude self confidence and high self esteem. Pride does not build self- esteem, it mask it. You cannot build your self esteem, if you cannot see your true self.

Namaste'

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Meditation Journal 11/26/2008

2008-12-01T09:11:00.001-05:00

I am working hard on routine at this point. I have missed days of my practice. I am being mindful of this so I can make sure that I do continue. I continue to enjoy the practice. Mindfulness is the essence of my practice. This practice strengthens my cognitive skills and anchoring my emotional, spiritual, and cognitive development. Meditation provides a bridge. I am more conscious about my deeds, life, and perception. I look forward to more development.

Thanksgiving Dinner

2008-11-27T17:55:00.000-05:00

Here is a shot of Thanksgiving Dinner minus a couple dishes. My Wife Shanickwa did the sweets and the Turkey. I cook the other dishes. The Crispy Fish was the Best. Nyrere did quite a bit as the Chef assitant. He mixed the dressing and the helped with the turkey.

At Supper, we all took time to thank God. Mandela yells, "I thank God for Everything!" I thank God for all my Blessing, the good and the bad. This Year is truly a blessing.

Meditation Journal- 11/25/2008

2008-11-26T19:20:00.000-05:00

Meditation has been up and down, but the blessing continues to shower on me. Meditation continues to give me that additional "me" time necessary to move forward spiritually, emotional and mentally. I feel that this is a means to continue the inward journey to find strength, courage and love. Strength to continue to be the man my children can emulate. Courage to move forward even when forward seems like an impossible trek. Love that will continue to flourish and shower all that I come in contact with in life.

Namasté

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