GANBATTE - by: Phareke

Day 2 No Facebook

Yup..

Day Two without my facebook page... I've had that Phareke facebook page for about four years now and I have only ever spent one morning off of facebook. Shit, it's nuts huh? I don't mean that I never get away from it but, the one time my page got deleted from spamming and then permanently deleted for telling the facebook workers to do their job and research the people who make the complaints, rather than just take everyone's word for it. Now I'm trying to put this band together and the lack of response I'm getting from these guys on facebook is frustrating. It made me realize that the site is something I'm beginning to take personal and I shouldn't. So, on the promise that I won't lose photso or friends if I decide to reactivate, I decided to deactivate. Feel good about it

Anyways, room for other things to think about and work on.

PHAREKE - "KICK BACK" PERFORMED FOR THE FIRST TIME after only one practice

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Jah Means God

Jah Means God

by Phareke Frazer on Tuesday, January 11, 2011 at 9:09am

Why did I make that my title? Well... it seems that when talking to me, some will use the word Jah, however, while talking to others they will use the word God. This is just fine, I have done the same thing. Using each in different ways, as, they are the same thing. Jah, God... Jah Means God. Who or what is God, I can go forever on it. Not sure why I brought it up... I woke up with the strong feeling on my mind. Two strong feelings. One is that I am slowly but surely caring less and less about what other's perception of me is unless they are someone working to get to know human me. The other is that Jah is God and that some people seem to only attach the word Jah to Jamaican culture. In fact, Jah comes from the Indian word Jai which too means God. Just like Ganja comes from the Indian word Ganga which is Cannabis Sativa aka marijuana. Now if you wanna check out my facts, please do so and if I have mistaken anything, let me know please. I mean, we only take what we learn and pass it forward.

WHY DON'T I EAT PORK?

I woke up with this feeling once... over three years ago. I woke up outta my sleep and out loud said the words, " I no longer eat pig"

Since then, I can't believe the kind of ridiculous scrutiny I've received over making the damn decision. It's pretty stupid actually. I mean, who really cares that I don't eat pork? What is the point of harassing me over it? I am telling you, I've been straight up harassed. It seems to be the big topic at any dinner table I sit at now. First the observation, "Oh he doesn't eat pork" Then the question..." Why?" Then my answer because I'm sick of answering, "Because it's a choice I made and wish to stick by" Then comes the rain of opinions regarding the decision. The trying to convince me that I gave up the wrong meat and how silly I am. Then there is the calling me a RASTA and the calling me MUSLIM and whatever else. I can go on about that too... I just might. As far as pork is concerned.. it's a filthy animal. Have you ever visited a pig farm? Now, people will jump up right away, as I've experienced and tell me how filthy a chicken is or a cow. Well, all animals have a degree of filth to them, especially us humans, however, check their diets too. I don't like the pig. Something in my gut tells me there is something wrong with the animal on both the physical and spiritual plain... period!!

AM I A RASTA?

There are elements of all religions that carry truth. The prophets that have been turned Gods actually exist and did wonderful things and spread wonderful messages and saved many peoples lives through inspiration, spiritual guidance and miracles (depending on your idea of a miracle), however, they were humans. Men and women just like us. As far as Rastafarianism is concerned... I was born in Bull Bay which is ONE OF the few, but not "the", original areas where Rastafarianism was originally born. The more I learn about where I come from the more Rasta I seem to be. I was told that I am a Rasta and I just don't know it yet. I am a man of flesh as well as a spiritual being on earth who was born from a woman who was created by a higher power. Rastafarianism was created by a man who believed in his people and believed in finding a path for his people to follow. Inspirational beliefs that can be matched with a strong black image... a black king on earth. I pray everyday to Jah... God. Everytime I eat, every time I sleep, every time I wake... I pray to Jah. Jah is NOT Haile Selassie I to me. Haile Selassie is Jah prophet. An man, working by the power and the hands of Jah. An image in the likeness of Jah as we too are images in the likeness of Jah. So if you take the dogma out of Rastafarianism then I am a Rasta. If you remove the dogma from Christianity and stop telling me that Jesus is my Only path to everlasting life, then, I too can find some truth in the lie. You see, I am what Muslims and Christians and Rastas are... seeking enlightenment... Everyone's truth is their own as the only collective truth is the un written and un spoken laws of the universe. Infinitely small within and infinitely large beyond makes us all each the center of a universe... make sense?

If any of these religions and practices insist on claiming a status of being right over the other, then, they defeat all their purposes, unless, that lie is their purpose. In that case, they practice and preach from the wrong place and spread a false sense of spirituality that exists to preserve the strength of a dysfunctional collective.

I and I

Crying... no Bawling un-controllably! WTF? Sometimes thoughts of then and now hit me so hard in the chest I actually fall to the ground in pure agony. Like, now at this fucking painful moment in this beautiful life in hell. Holy smokes... I can smell my heart burning. Seem to be moving forward but every now and then I will drift for days and wake up in a different place wondering how the hell I got there! Now, here, fucked, or... not, just hurting. I love You and I miss You and I pray for you and I am happy to see you and I am am lucky to be with you and I am not mad at you and I don't blame you and I hope you forgive me because I forgive you and I learned from you and hope to guide you and I have been liberated by you and fall to my knees weak for you and ache for you and am I without you and am better with you and better off without you and uplifted when I rejoice with you and dance with you to nothing but the song my heart creates with you and am drowning in tears lost in thoughts of you and am fucked up over you and stand tall and see clear with you when I talk with you when I smile back at you . . . are all a reflection of I . . . Love you

Oh God... I NEED this freedom. This one thing so coveted by all... freedom. Where? How? When? When. . .

On and on we go looking for answers to questions that may have nothing to do with what's been put forth for us. Finding ourselves babbling on and on. . . run on sentences in online blogs. . . helping to stop our eyes from leaking. Shit. Happens to be that clear to me that we can make all kinds of plans for ourselves, our lives, our loved ones, our careers, our dreams.. plans that we can watch go out the door as destiny takes it's course. Ha Ha to the I for not realizing that only 2 of my eyes were blind while the third eye was dry...