The Book of Beautiful Feelings: a patriotic peek

Chapter Eight: POP CULTURE

American holidays 

Let’s bow our heads and take a moment to visualize the great American flag strung way up high in mid-air, above all the buzz, just free in the breeze. It’s quite a sight, and such a rich symbol of strength, triumph, and achievement.

Many warm thanks and praise to our soldiers and troops present and past. If it wasn’t for their valiant sacrifices, we would not have the precious privileges that our special beloved nation affords us so freely. United we stand, divided we fall; American military muscle gives us reason to stand proud and tall.

Big city to small town USA… multiple faces and multiple races gather far and wide. American freedom and liberty are so wildly celebrated on the Fourth of July by all its respective beneficiaries. Better known as “Independence Day” and rightfully so, it is America’s birthday, the day we honor our land of the free and home of the brave. Flags fly everywhere, to salute our nation’s good people, heroes, and rich history. Patriotism is on full blast.

The star-spangled fever everyone seems to have, is contagious. Camp trips, picnics, parks, festivals, concerts, sports games, and BBQs. Parties, clubs, beaches, pools, amusement parks, reunions, and gatherings…all with one last thing on their mind. All going out with a bam boom bang! The beloved classic all-American grand finale event: the firework display! oooo……ahhhh….

To me, fireworks splash huge extravagant colors in the sky in order to exclaim our nation’s united enthusiasm for who we are and what we stand for. Fireworks are the sparkler candles on the big fat birthday cake of our freedom. It is certainly a very meaningful annual celebration, which is inclusive of all American people, despite our differences. It’s a birthday celebration we are all invited to. On July Fourth, if you get the chance to fly in an aircraft across the states low enough in the sky, I bet you can see the plumes of pretty sparkly colors spouting out from all over the continent. Yay U.S.A.!

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America the Beautiful

Beads of jewel, fire & sharp gem sparks that infuse the empty blue dusk sky. An open horizon stretching with skylines of grey & pastel watercolor just quiet above the main street hustle. Little birds play. Pigeons paint the park. Trees rustle up high. The American flag is streaming live & proud.

Today is the 241st anniversary of our nation’s formal founding. The name America, though, is much older, dating back at least 510 years. America was named after Italian navigator Amerigo Vespucci (1454-1512.) And although history has it’s disputes over original settlers, land, & territory… I think it is safe to say that we celebrate on July 4th as a united community of all breeds, colors & creeds.

We are a giant fondue pot of blended personalities, views, beliefs, & cultures. We are free to express & experience life to the fullest here. Our human rights are protected. The Amendments protect & serve us. We are certainly blessed to have this land we call: Home… & also so very blessed to have each other in it. Happy birthday, United States of America.

We salute You!

 

JZapp

Circa2017

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Jar of Hearts

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Yes, I do have a jar of hearts on my shelf… alongside a jar of bruised egos. If your heart is so tender & flimsy that it can be broken by a woman whom you’ve never had a chance with in the first place… your heart deserves to be pickled in the pain of a jar. Second, that ego that’s beaten & bruised wining like a little bitch in the corner with a blue bonnet on & a taffy… disguised as sumthin’ harmless…. should be ashamed of itself for even existing.

Wipe the drool off your face & smack the dirty smirk right down the drain of your vampire stare, your dorm daze are over. No more secret cameo appearances in the scenes of my life. Take your blankie & go suck sum one else’s energy field with unwanted attention. Your greedy ulterior motives can take a hike right down the highway to hell.

The jar of bruised egos up on my shelf is now capped & vacuumed shut like a poisonous canned sauce. No getting out or in. Just a trip to the river will do. A heavy toss out the window into the air of contention, will disarm you. No more taking up space on my shelf. And as for the jar of hearts there? I will feed them to the frogs out back. All the ones I’ve kissed.

I’m done….! Zip, zap, over, ca-put, ca-pat, cap-plew-ey…. with drawing all wrong dudes. Let me be Medusa to their intentions. Let their ill vibes shrivel up in the heat of my Zen zone. Let their raunchy fantasies be smashed into smithereens by my laser sharp intuition. Let their insecurity, insincerity, lack of self-control, hidden motives, disguised disrespect and  self-aggrandizing disposition ban together to go gather sum sticks & thorns into bouquets for their own funeral.

In my life, there is no place for your face. Thank you for walking right passed me from now on. I dodge man bullets. There should be a master class on dodging man bullets. Its easy. I could teach it.

I do not accept any adverse advances. I am admired, respected, & recognized for my talent, skills, abilities, style, intellect, presence & shining spirit. My sexual energy is innately powerful. I own it. I don’t have to share it just because you think I should. I don’t automatically become your whore on a stick that you can have at your disposal just cause your dick is hard & your feeling confident. Crawl back into your cave of trolls. Looking seems to have become a form of lurking… & sorry honey… but to touch is a bonified privilege that you have not earned.

For the record… ya know another privilege you did not earn? Talking dirty to me or cursing at me or telling me to shut up or demanding either my attention, answer, or compliance. I don’t owe you shit just cause you buy me a drink or pay me a compliment. Just because I may exhibit or express a beautiful, sexual, striking, attractive, alluring, strong, or lovable female presence, doesn’t give any man a right to cross boundaries. Just because a woman is comfortable with her identity, doesn’t give every Tom, Dick & Harry… a green light to drive up onto her lawn & snap a bunch of pictures. Stay in your own lane. Keep your grimy hands to yourself, your creepy comments to the bathroom wall & try your luck elsewhere, buddy.

Wash your ashtray mouth out with soap & take your beer breath to the next bar. I’m not your girl. I’m not your one. I’m not the answer to your dreams. I’m not your fantasy come true. I’m not your third-party solution to your marital problems. I’m not a swinger. I’m not a hooker. I’m not your recreational hookup. I’m not your toy. I’m not your booty call. I’m not sum floozy you can swing your limp dick at or shove your tongue into. I’m not your obsession. I’m not your drug. I’m not your dumping station, punching bag or rag doll. And I’m certainly not your therapist or sex teacher. Get over yourself. What kind of woman would I be… if I allowed any of that? I’d be a clueless asshole… just like you. Next please….

Do me a favor? Take your baggage, issues, dysfunctional emotions, clogged chakras, unresolved past relationships, fraudulent friendship, spiritual desert, anger management, contempt for women, ulterior motives & ill intentions & make like a drum & beat it. Make like a tire & hit the road. Make like a banana & split. Make like a bird & flock off. Let’s just pretend I have a giant mean ex-con bodyguard boyfriend who will wipe that dirty grin right off your filthy face… if you come any closer.

Thanks, but no thanks. I was trying to be nice. But Mr. nice guy went right out the window with the little lady who pretends like your shit is kosher, appropriate or acceptable. Next time you even remotely think… of coming at me in any kind of improper way…. think again. Because…. me & Miss Karma are sisters. We bust egos, break hearts, teach hard lessons & speak uncomfortable truths. Brutal honesty is our forte & vultures & vampires we eat for dinner. Don’t play with fire.

I am one phoenix engulfed in flames that you do not want to mess with. This bitch will poke your eyes out & pan sear your penis. To all the men out there… a word of advice: watch who u cross. You never know who you’re dealing with.

Women come from all walks of life. Many are traumatized, have P.T.S.D., have been abused; assaulted; discriminated against; used; hurt; harmed; disrespected; mistreated; manipulated; cheated on; betrayed; berated; beat; violated; abandoned; abused; oppressed; repressed; scolded; controlled; screamed at; belittled; degraded; damaged; & quite frankly… suffered at the hands of a man.

In neon big bold letters>>>>WATCH WHO YOU CROSS…. gentlemen. Cause u may cross the wrong one. And, it will not be your lucky day.

Written by: JZapparelli

Circa: Summer 2017

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Frienemies Versus Kindred Spirits

I am gonna go ahead & rip up the rulebook now. I think it’s time. My writing career has reached that season, as my spirit has evolved to the hum of holy holographic heights, & my range of worldly motion has reached prolific peaks. Click Follow. I’m on a role & plan to stay here.

This blog is essentially my online magazine of sorts. It was originally launched as a website to promote my book, but it has now evolved into a weekly publication of various informative & entertaining articles from all different directions. God works in mysterious ways. I am who I am, & if you don’t like me, where I came from, who I roll with or the powerful presence of mind I may have, oh well. Keep it steppin’ then. With that said, here goes my newest invention, ripped with style & grace as always. Thank you for attending the service 🙂

If two people have nothing in common, they don’t hang out. If two people disagree, they work it out, agree to disagree or go separate ways. So why do so many people mindlessly spend so much time around others that harm them, cramp their style, tarnish their ideals, victimize their hearts, & steal their mojo? It is simply not necessary or good for ya even. And, that’s around-about what this article will touch upon.

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Super Zapp! Here to shed some lustrous rainbow faceted diamond light again, folks.

I am gonna start with something a little taboo, though first…Since these days people seem to like to be lured into reading as if lustfully enslaved. I am gonna do just that from now on BTW. People do oftentimes read books still, but circa 21st century, they seem to read em on an e-reader. In the dark ages of the 80s & 90s…lol… folks used to pick up a mag walkin’ thru the local convenience store line, nowadays everybody reads headlinesonline.

Speaking of books, ya can’t help but notice the significant levels of endorphins that arise when one engages in the activity of reading escape-worthy delicious novels. The handsome hunk of a hero prevails, the seductive damsel in distress is rescued & ravished, vikings & villains have this sexy talent for illuminating intrigue, & the townspeople are all interconnected in mysterious rather promiscuous twined tales. The games they all play are riddled with scandalous wild forbidden provocative pursuits. Blood pressure rises, hearts beat with a bit of butterflies, & flying by the seat of the pants on a wing & prayer is quite stimulating, erotic & esoteric even. Spray me down with a hose there, Bill-bob…my ears are hot, my cheeks blushing…

I am not so sure how I intend on integrating that salacious edge into the prose I compose. But we will soon find out together. Mainly, cause I usually don’t see what’s comin’ til it gets here.

Sex & spirituality coming together in one sentence, on one platform… in not two separate chairs, but quite frankly…on a very cozy hammock. Swinging back & forth, & back & forth again, on the air & breezes of a lazy summer day. Happy together. Drawn to each other like two entities swirling in a magnetic cosmic dance of sorts. Essentially, exploring the many hallways of “a good-time.”

Can’t have a successful union without the consummation of sex with a spiritual backdrop. Period. Sex without the spiritual backdrop will be the kind that just feels…kinda empty afterward. We’ve all been there. Ya live & learn as they say. Some of us may still even be there, no biggie. I’m sure you’re open to improvement, & that’s what I am here for.

 

With that said, to be on the same wavelength & energetic pathway where chemistry is a no-brainer is to be kindred spirits. If one decides to lay down with a person who doesn’t fit that profile via matching them vibrationally (said kindred spirit), the sexual encounter with certainty, will be lacking & unfulfilling any further than the act itself. Then when the lust factor subsides, what’s left…is very simple: blah. Yes, you heard it right…BLAH is left. lol. Leftover buzzes work to mask the blah. But, when the rose-colored glasses come off…one see’s how senseless & unmeaningful it all was. Hey, it’s all a person’s preference. If you are the type to be cool with the surface illusion of a great time masking the truth of a rather spiritually toxic time…that’s absolutely your god-given right to choose, baby. Who am I to judge?

Goin to the bone-yard without a condom or a clue…is just plain stupid if ya ask me. Sex with a kindred spirit on the other hand, always has a sweetness to it. Like fruit from a tree… so naturally satisfying, all aged to perfection with sunshine & raindrops, bursting with nutrients & flavor. Now what’s not to like about that?  That’s what I’m talkin about. Ya just can’t go wrong. If you wanna eat raisins, it’s certainly your prerogative. But I like grapes much better. Plump, alive & juicy…. OR… dead, shriveled up, & preserved with sulfur. You choose. lol

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As long as two people are connected to each other by way of wavelength… then energetically their spirits will thus blend & bodies will then just follow. It’s law. Easy breezy. Can’t feel crappy after that one…unfulfilled or shameful. It’s a “good time” not just cause of the benefits, but because each person’s soul gets fed too. It’s quite natural actually. How it goes down. hahaha (no pun intended).couple-in-love-drinking-coffee-in-coffee-shop-2-640x426

Two people blend & bond & benefit each other sexually & spiritually if they indeed are kindred spirits. If they are…then unconditional love is present within the union & the God-Force dominates & orchestrates their togetherness shared. You don’t have to be married to have that. You don’t have to even be exclusive or monogamous. Not that I am in favor of promiscuity or promoting irresponsible “free-love.” I am just saying that there doesn’t have to be a requirement for a label or expectation until the two folks decide otherwise. Communication is in place just for that very purpose.

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What I am speaking of here, is a brand of sexual connection that is healthy, healing, holistic, happy, & the ultimate rush, I think. The ultimate high. It makes perfect sense, for those of us who have grown tired of outdated dating. For those of us who are looking to change up the so-called rules & regs of the sex game. Trade out the dirty socks for clean ones….it is indeed 2017, last time I checked. A redefining of plenty of things is surely at hand, & that definitely includes sex & spirituality.

Things just unfold easily when you are in the arms or presence of a person who gets you. It’s never a trying experience. Time not only flies, but typically disappears. The quality of thoughts & feelings exchanged is enchanting. Magic seems to be all in the air. Things make sense. The environment begins to fall into focus. Warm vibes crown you both. Each is a muse to the other. No shortage of smiles. Giggles shall be plentiful. Mutual respect & admiration is king. You CARE. And, hugs, hands & hearts blend like butter & toast.soul-300x250

We obviously cannot have loose sexual boundaries with all of our kindred spirits. But we certainly can allow ourselves to feel good with each of them. It’s perfectly natural to favor a kindred spirit in such a way that your presence is complimentary to their flow. I personally, want to help up your game in any way I can. I want to be an asset to folks. I want to accentuate the good & great & powerful aspects of a person just by being fully present & aware. I expect, command, & decree the same in return. We weren’t put on this Earth to put each other down. We were born here to build each other up. And in order to do that, we must have open hearts, which I will explain further in a sec.

As I just mentioned, not every kindred spirit you meet, you will have sexual chemistry with. But, make sure the one you are sleeping with…is indeed a kindred spirit. Some kindred spirits are work or school ones. Some are family ones that you are related to. Some are friends, young, older, male or female. Some are both friends & lovers. All…serve individual purposes in your life. And, there is nothing like a life chock full of kindred spirits.d8053138b9a521481928f0a39808a173

It’s fun, it’s rewarding, it’s like a pleasant afternoon walk through life’s various scenes & circumstances…with little or no opposition or “frienemies.” I say “Frienemies” because the> “enemy in the brush” as I call it…is usually someone close. The more we excel as humans who identify with the spirit having a human experience, the more we supersede the attraction to us of said “enemy in the brush.” We essentially graduate “Red Flag School” with Aces, as we have learned the art of spotting the snake in the grass a mile away. No more do we endanger our lives, or jeopardize our progress, by accidentally allowing some brand of enemy to come around or scope us out. The static interference of the enemy in the brush no longer corrupts the sound system. Crystal clear sharp vibratory frequency then thus ensues, as all the folks in & out of our lives are…the “right ones”>>>kindred spirits.img_4253

When we have developed to a point in our personal evolution, where we are not tarnished or tainted any longer by past hurts or pains from residual effects of former relationships…that means that we have deliberately dug up certain weeds & consciously planted new seeds. We have done this in order to allow ourselves the opportunity to fully breathe again, & to honor our natural birthright to experience life to its fullest.

Humans seem to be so darn good at playing a victim role, self-sabotaging & depriving themselves of their true gifts, talents, joys & pleasures. It’s quite disconcerting. It’s time for us to grow out of these nasty habits & patterns, & replace them with new improved standpoints of being… where we shine way brighter, & tap unlimited resources within us rather than relying on temporal fleeting flawed elements in the material reality. Cosmic consciousness is eternal, infinite & immortal with limitless potentials. I say we learn to pick fruit & flowers from that garden.

Many folks are indeed doing themselves an injustice when they continue to cover up past pain via substance overuse or distractions. The acid reflux of the repressed emotions will continue to haunt & taunt until they are regurgitated completely & discarded &/or the emotional ties are severed via cutting cords. Snip! Snip! Snip! Up, up & out! Up, up & out, my friends. Locate it. Look at it. Let it go. Breathe in the good life. Breathe out what no longer serves you. Inhale prana life force energy. Exhale all toxic densities. Ghosts be gone!

As I stated before, we were born to this beautiful 3-D Earth plane planet to serve each other, lift each other up, not break each other down, or chew each other up & spit each other out. With that said, we must unquestionably have open hearts. What exactly does open heart mean? well, unclogging the Heart Chakra via unearthing & unleashing stuck old harbored hurts, guilts, fears, resentment, shame, pain, bitterness, distrust, disappointment & heartache, would be a nice big fat healthy jump off to the uncloggage process.

A little Chakra Ed 101: The 4th Chakra is the Heart Chakra. The Heart Chakra is located in the chest area, the Heart Chakra bridges the lower and upper chakras. It’s the bridge between the physical and the spiritual. The color of the Heart Chakra is a range of shades of gorgeous green. It is linked with feeling compassion, love, acceptance and gratitude. So when it is closed or repressed, the emotions of compassion, love, acceptance & gratitude are impaired….resulting in the experience of being a prisoner to the “painbody” rather than living a sweet human experience with a sense of excitement, joy & freedom. A closed or semi-closed Heart Chakra will lead to a very unfulfilling existence that indefinitely leads to much suffering, & a slow lonely death, basically.

Chakra is Sanskrit for: spinning wheel. 4809979-small-copyThey are essentially energy vortexes made of light & color that spin & churn energy, transmute it & distribute it accordingly. Opening & cleansing chakras can result in increased physical comfort & significantly improve health & well being. Since we are mainly just focused on the Heart Chakra for now, I will give you a visual so that you may use it as a tool to cleanse & unclog, so to speak.

maxresdefaultThe Heart Chakra is related to the element of air. This is why conscious breathing & the letting go process is so relevant here. So while you are consciously breathing…visualize the green golden spinning light vortex. It spins at medium speed, clockwise. The colors of this chakra are emerald, jade, & teal green shades of a beautiful lush sparkly forest. Located at the very center of your chest, you may focus your attention mindfully. There is a smaller chakra as well called the “Higher Heart Chakra” located to the upper right of the Heart Chakra that spins white hot golden pink firelight. They work in conjunction with one another. The Higher Heart Chakra echoes into the rich vibrant colors of the lushy green forest of the Heart Chakra. Sometimes I like to imagine each chakra as an alive, living,  pulsing many-petalled light-filled flower blooming, if that makes sense. Can you see it? It’s similar to like when time lapse video segments are combined into a one-minute piece, showing a flower growing fast before your very eyes. To me, that is the gorgeous green petalled Heart Chakra. It seems to be… just sat there as if breathing in a state of eternal bliss & blooming. Quite cool actually.

In order for the Heart Chakra to be clean & open it must be properly maintained. Like the engine in a Mazzaratti must be serviced regularly in order to keep it at its full operating capacity for optimal performance. One could say, that the Heart Chakra is the engine of us. It, therefore, must be free of all build up in order to function properly. All its pistons must be free of gunk & lubricated accordingly, in order for the rest of the car parts to function at their best. Past pains keep the heart center either closed or clogged. If the Heart Chakra is not renovated & deliberately opened… then it will warp a person’s emotional reality & stunt their capacity to give & receive love. It will disable their ability to feel good outside of artificial temporal means or the usage of others to feel good like a vulture or vampire.

Love from within comes from the Heart Chakra. Self-love is seated there. The only way a person can be whole in this lifetime & position themselves for superior success on all levels, in every area of life…is to heal & develop the Heart Chakra. Period.

When we learn to become one with our own true identity through this…subsequently, we become free of the belief in scarcity, neediness, greed, & selfishness. We will experience much less grief in the form of dis-ease, suffering, pain, chronic sadness, depression, fear or anger. We will be more inclined to float above, so to speak, the constant undercurrent of human-hood. We will learn how to manage not being caught within the ebb & flow & push/pull of the paradoxical reality of the opposites, consequently letting it affect & dominate our moods & attitudes leading to the Bi-Polar Nation we seem to live in today.

What were once manipulations, now become manifestations instead. We lose the need to manipulate because we have learned how to autonomously manifest our own chosen realities. Who needs to manipulate others & circumstances in their favor if they have harnessed the powers of deliberate creation via the law of attraction from within? Becoming a master manifestor eliminates the need for competition as well, for he knows that there is no need to compare or compete in order to manifest glory or significant increase. There is plenty to go around. One does not have to take away from one thing to give to another. Abundance is just that: Abundant. A master manifestor versus a master of illusion with a poker face… is much more admirable & evolved.

Where we were once inclined to feed off the TV, mindless fruitless activities, food, alcohol, drugs, sex, or any kind of over-indulgent behaviors…such as over-compensating, over eating, over working, over mothering, over gossiping, over spending, over exercising….we are now more inclined to be balanced & to be content with the stillness of the moment. The here & now…as they say.

Living successfully within the present moment, indicates that we have now learned to bask in the sun of the ever present eternal now. Unmoved like a tall strongly rooted tree in the midst of a raging hurricane. Be that eye of the storm, the peaceful calm…in the center of it all. Affirmation: ” I am! The eye of the storm!”

We become masters of our own realities as we have learned to tap source from within as opposed to lookin’ all around & out & about for things outside of us to cleanse our pallets & stimulate our appetite for satisfaction & fulfillment.

As of late, anyone that has been following my journey will know, I have chosen to become Vegan. I am now choosing to only eat vibrant plant-based foods. I have chosen this, not only for the sake of animal rights but by consuming natural earthy elements only,  it assists my soul in evolving more freely & rapidly. Leading to a more peaceful existence undone from the conditioning of the past in such ways via the harsh DNA strands in slaughtered & abused animals, my world shines much brighter & life becomes more of an effortless journey.

The heavyweight of any toxin that may have been a hidden “enemy in the brush” of sorts, concealed & lurking in the foods or liquids I may have been consuming for so long, is now lifted. The elusive threat to my well being is now removed. My spirit is now freer to animate & orchestrate my behaviors, choices, desires, thoughts & feelings accordingly… and my life, body, mind & soul are the beneficiaries thereof.

I am a firm believer in freedom of will & choice. It is up to each of us to discern what our own personal requirements are. Jesus once said: “Know Thyself.” It applies here. If you are to choose to partake of meat & dairy, please choose to do so responsibly. Choose: grass-fed, organic, free-range, humane farm raised everything. And, keep in mind: Moderation=Maturity.

There is an ancient Hermetic quote I like to refer to with regard to these concepts. It is as follows:

“As above, so below; as within, so without. All is mental; all is energy.”

—Hermetic Law

original_etched-apothecary-bottle-kindred-spiritMy advice…stick with your tribe. Life is much more fluid that way. Within the context of a life lived alongside kindred spirits…is joy & peace; serenity & fulfillment at it’s finest. La Dolce Vita! And, one more thing…detox the Heart Chakra…& you will finally realize what you’ve been missing all this time 🙂

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You talkin’ to me?

d010645ad0741cfc29b67f86b71b1f07Im gonna go ahead & out myself. People don’t know it. But, I am actually an undercover Boss. I sit on billions. I am an heir to old money & fortune with a family stamp that could & would have anyone’s head spinning. The mob used to be a real thing. Not just a depiction in the movies. My Grandmothers real Godfather was a well known infamous organized criminal with serious street cred & a valid license to kill. The mafiosos were never a joke. They kinda were the real deal. And, I am a living heiress to their legacy. I am 100% Nahb-la-dawn. Napolitano is my heritage & I am proud of who I came from. And despite the common trendy craze for Sicilians…we are the true dominant brand of Italiano. Don’t get it twisted.

My late father had our house wallpapered with gangsta pride growin’ up. I kid you not.godfather

Not only are we a lovely clean shot between the eyes if need be… but we definitely are the true love makers & heartbreakers of all time. We are the perfect blend of pasta, passion, prayer, pinot & payment. I am either paying you or you are paying me, I am either feeding you or you are feeding me. I am either praying for you or you are praying for me, I am either pleasuring you…or you are pleasuring me & there is no in between area of lack or limitation involved. Both people in the equation are beneficiaries. Both bonded by blood, booze, broads or bank accounts. Both ever sure of their standing. Why? Cause…”I said so.”ac2e4968e9974ef54359c34533f6c06c

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Na, just playin. I am just a little ole me, folks. Well…

And, even though I have many given talents that seem to reveal on any given day…I will remain modest & anonymous. I might gift you some day. Heck, I might be gifting you now with these words.

By no means am I a follower. I am a dreamer at worst, a superhero at best. I will take you places you’ve never been before. I will broaden your horizons. I will make you blush— crush—- & flush out all your demons. Prance around in the middle of the nite with a fly feathered hat & a cigar smoke halo. And there is no tellin what time it is, cause it is always wine-thirty & beer o’clock…& it is always…. time to shine.

We can shine together. Free-style.

Despite edgy appearances…Snoop D-O-Double-G has a golden ticket…believe me. He’s in the Vortex with a capital V…as are many others, friends…

Pay attention.

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noun: vortex; plural noun: vortexes; plural noun: vortices
  1. a mass of whirling fluid or air, especially a whirlpool or whirlwind.

     

    voa-43dmainWith regard to “Ester Hick’s & the channeled “Abraham’s teachings” : The vortex is Abraham’s term for alignment to Source energy>>>

    The vortex is Abraham’s term for alignment to Source energy.  (Or whatever you call Universe, God, All That Is, etc.)

    Being in the vortex means you’re at one with who you really are, you’re feeling fab, and in vibrational alignment to your desires.  It’s represented by feelings like enthusiasm, inspiration, passion, joy, and appreciation.

     

    Being out of the vortex means you’re energetically kinked, not letting in the good stuff you’ve been calling in.  It often feels frustrated, hopeless, fearful, or angry.

    Need I say more?

    I think that about does it.  I must recommend that you stay tuned for more juicy juice. This shizz-azz-le has only just begun. The jump off is officially up in the air. 24 Karat Magic actually…is in the air 🙂 Watch, listen, learn, dream, fantasize, energize, supersize, materialize, micacle-ize-the-magic-here.

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A story about Jack

20150316_174643I had a friend once, he lived in a beautiful loft-like high-rise condo up 15 stories or so…right smack front & center of the beach. Beachfront as they say. Myrtle Beach to be exact. “Dirty Myrtle” as they call it. The gritty Southern twang version of a “what stays in Vegas” underbelly. Myrtle Beach: the Jersey Shore of the South…lol.

3 whole Bike Weeks, an Inlet Coast that stays speckled with local live music venues & Sunday Funday is always spilling well over into the weekdays. Jet skis & jello shots, party boats & casino floats, clambakes & bonfires, DJ’s & dancefloors, fireworks & hot tubs, water slides & wet tee shirt contests…light that underbelly right up in flames. Not to mention the neon girls wearing thong bikini’s strollin’ the strip, flyin’ by on skateboards jiggle jagglin’ what the good Lord gave ’em. It all makes for some saucy people watching. Yessiree-bob…..

Anyway, back to my friend’s beachfront condo…the heavy sliding glass hurricane-proof doors opened out to a balcony overlooking the sea…

The ocean waves crashed practically right down below us, depending on the swell. At night the moonlight was strewn across the ocean waves like a sea of sparkles right in clear view from the kitchen bar stools. He had wicker everywhere, only Pepsi, beer, butter & eggs in his fridge, Stoli Vanilla in the freezer next to sum frozen hot dogs & a cabinet full of Ramen noodles n dog food. He had all kinds of signs hung about, like “kiss me I’m Irish” & “Life is better at the beach”  & also probably upwards of 12 or 20 others, it was quite the collection.

He had a big ole white shag soft & fluffy throw rug by the sliding glass door that one could easily find very inviting. Then for the stoners & stragglers, there was the super comfy crash couch across from the vintage wooden cabinet jukebox that played retro fuzzy recordings of Bob Seger & Foreigner tunes.

I can still hear the waves crashing. It was the background music to life there. All day every day, you had a front row seat to Mother Nature’s bountiful display of Ohm ness…wasn’t I a lucky girl!

We lived together for a brief window of time. He was a good friend. One could say, I crashed at the crib for a bit, when I needed repose. He was my Angel then.

I stayed in the back room with the bunk beds, cause the master had the master. We were buds. And, I was blessed more than ever indeed, to be waking up every morning, to the cool breeze of the blue beach & the shiny sunshine bouncing off waves. Free of charge I might add, with my own key chain & only two daily chores: 1.) walk Rocky the dog. 2.) honor the OCD….lol.

Every morning I would skip down to the breakfast cafe, hop on deck with beachfront benches for some eggs & OJ, the sunrise & slow-motion Reggae. The scent of hot fresh coffee tangled so perfectly with the cool morning salt breeze, it was the sweetest nectar. After only just a few moments of staring out into the deep blue distance, I’d get the Pool-Jones. I would then pounce from the palm tree lined oasis to the pool patio where the 8 foot deep dive down into the gorgeous salt water pool was salacious. Such a sexy sidekick to the sandy dunes it sat right within.

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Yep, that’s right…the condo stood 15 stories up into the sky blue. 15 feet out was the ocean blue. Then 15 stories down was the saltwater pool blue. The perfect place to live. The seagulls were happy. So was I.

I stayed in bikini bottoms. Underwear wasn’t even in my vocab that summer. Tan lines shmanlines...topless it was, if I could help it! I was water-ready at all times & aqua bound most days & most nites even. It was great. Night swimming. Day swimming. Nite drinkin’. Day drinkin’. On a boat. In a pool. At a tiki bar. At the beach. On a balcony, deck or pier, on a towel or a dance floor. In the backseat of a car…oops, did I say that? Definitely, cruisin’ droptop style. And there sure ain’t nothin’ a little healthy Harley ride can’t fix. I hung out. Tough. It was fun. Fun in the sun!

So yea, let me tell ya the real reason I mentioned this cool venture I was blessed to partake of. It wasn’t to brag…lol. Well, maybe a little 🙂

The man I stayed with, we will call him Jack. Jack was a handsome man with a long dirty blonde ponytail, a quik wit & a dry sense of humor who wore surf tea shirts. He was smart, a business owner & kinda jaded by betrayals throughout his life. But he seemed content enough. Livin’ the dream, as they say.

Jack always told me that he didn’t want a girlfriend. He was married once & she took him for a ride, & now that he is older with a thriving little gig, Rocky the grey-bearded royal dog mut & the hottest crib ever (if ya ask me)….who needs the stress or complication of a relationship? …He would smirk & giggle.

“I do what I want, when I want, how I want, with whomever I want, & I don’t owe anyone anything other than a good time on occasion when duty calls…lol.”

“It works for me.” He used to say. “I have friends when I need em, I have the boys to help me run my business, I have a smart & beautiful daughter who is the apple of my eye…& most of all I have my best friend: Rocky the dog…a rescue &  love story like no other. Who needs a wife?”

Check it! The real ROCKY>>>

He’d say…”Companionship is great n all. Good sex is even better. Affection & tenderness is a nice treat once in a while. But this is the way I see it…. remember what Charlie Sheen said?”

And I would say…”What’s that Jack?”

And he said: “Well the courts were sentencing Sheen for using a prostitute & the judge asked him why a man like him would have to pay for sex. So Sheen reportedly replied: ‘I don’t pay them for sex. I pay them to leave!‘ Brilliant, I thought. I’ll– take– that!”

Jack said, “When I wake up in the morning & she is still there…I swat down the stack on the dresser & say: thanks, hon, bye bye now!”

I personally am not a real fan of Charlie Sheen. He’s definitely not your typical role model type. I giggled, but felt offended the first time I heard Jack say that. But, then…all of a sudden, boom! It all became clear. Even sexual deviants have wisdom on occasion, I guess.

So here is what dawned on me…

Let’s revisit the subject of “Prostitution.” I would like to redefine it.

There is a brand of dudes out & about in society, that due to damage, circumstance, profession, preference, age, maturity level, or just sheer independence or choice… that prefer to not have to be engaged or interested or at least, be obligated to be engaged or interested. They might fancy a lady but do not want the bells & whistles. Thee…” wham bam thank you, ma’am, keepin it simple plain Jane Jackson for a nite will suit me just fine“… guy. Yea, that guy

When the few hours are up & the rendezvous subsides, the out of service sign flips on. Jack says: “The action of payment is essentially just like Sheen said….a payment for leaving. The boundaries of a paid timeslot allow both parties to frolic about, be themselves & not have to be concerned with catering to the other outside of it. No expectations exist other than the payment & pleasure. It removes any & all stress, tension, attachment, or tangly emotional ties from the equation.

So…what does “paid to leave” mean actually? The female is getting paid, to essentially keep her feelings at bay. Makes sense, doesn’t it? Since woman are the softer brand of human…it is important for us to know if we do indeed have to practice self-discipline in an area that has always been challenging for us. Getting “paid to leave” gives us that clarity. It makes it perfectly clear that there will be: no strings; no expectations; no emotional ties; no lingering feelings, friendships, or familiarity. It is payment for a fantasy fulfilled without further depth.

68d26d5583d32650705ada54736250c2It is a Rent-a-Lover for a day, hour, or evening & then “clock out, baby, when the gig expires”…with no questions, no lip, no back talk.  No resistance. No drama. No adversity. No disagreement. No opposition. No explanations. No guilt. No apologies. No misunderstandings. No guessing games. We have sealed the deal, & now I am paying you….TO LEAVE. And… that very payment makes it much easier for us to put the kybosh on the crackin’ of the feelings vault, for sure.

It might seem callous or abrasive, but really it’s just rather blunt, is all. It cuts out the coy, beat around the bush demeanor & lays it all right out on the table to be signed by both parties. It’s a contract. It’s a deal. It’s an agreement. It’s fair.  It’s honest, upfront & transparent. It actually makes perfect sense for both sides.

If you are a woman & you can handle the detachment within this kind of sexual connection with a man, then go for it. You may just as well be in a similar position as said gentlemen & would just as well prefer to be “paid to leave.” It is a business agreement that can indeed suit both parties equally if both candidates are on the same page with equal intentions. Furthermore, treating each other with a mutual respect goes without saying.

Neither might have time for a relationship or what not. A woman’s worth is not devalued by the act of payment. the service rendered is actually not the sex, it is the casual non-commitment that goes with it. I can see how honorable it is in a way, that a man feels like it’s only right to compensate a lady for her time & attention if he wants no further commitment past that. He is just being fair, in my book…& honest & behaving accordingly. Props, there Jack…props!

Whereas the one nite stand guy that she met at the bar the other nite who calls her only for booty calls once a week n doesn’t even buy miss thang a candybar…is totally out of line & not acknowledging a woman’s true worth at all. If you pay us to keep it simple, we will. If you do not pay us to keep it simple, we might then end up feeling used, or mistreated if you do not engage, connect or show interest in furthering the relationship. That will create unnecessary static,  conflict & all kinds of issues that can indeed be avoided. if you prefer to have FWB relations only, then compensate accordingly. FWB might not cost you a commitment but it will cost you a fee. Just sayin’…

As long as everybody sticks to the game plan, no one gets hurt. Kinda like a bank robbery. lol. Catching feelings is a no-no in the case of FWB, & should be avoided at all costs, for then the game changes significantly & unless both people start to fall in love mutually, the contract becomes null & void, due to an accidental breach. Otherwise, if they both wanna move it to the next level…FWP (friends with potential) is the next natural move.

The minute the fee is lifted, is the moment two people have decided to go from FWB to FWP. (Friends with benefits to friends with potential) Which can happen.

We are all adults here.

Ladies…some advice: If you are into the NSA (no strings attached) & FWB Sugar Baby lifestyle, it’s all good. But my advice to you, is to find a man you like. Period. Anything less, will leave you feeling subpar. Don’t ever settle.

Gentlemen…If you are going to play with a girls heart…get out of the game.

You have two choices: A.) Be an eligible bachelor who is willing to be engaged & interested with an open heart… or B.) unleash the credit cards & remain anonymously the “Sugar Daddy.” Whatever you do…do not misrepresent yourself, please.

When you approach a hot dog stand…you don’t just stand there looking stupid & expect the food truck guy to guess what you want on your dog. You tell him.

So yea…don’t expect us to guess either. Women deserve to know your intentions. We deserve to know your level of commitment. FWB or FWP. You are either available or not. Indecision is slow poison. Hidden agendas are plain unfair. And, nobody deserves to be taunted with mixed signals. Period.

Jack would say…”watch out kid, for those landmines of red flags!” He often said that I needed to go to “Red Flag School” to learn to spot them better…lol! He said he had the skill to spot red flag city from a mile away. He was a good dude, a great advice giver, & ya know, for such a detached man, he had a very warm heart. I kinda miss that guy…

Let’s mull over some definitions, shall we?

FWB> Not emotionally available

FWP> Open Heart

FWB> Expects nothing other than that each will honor the mutually beneficial agreement with respect & honesty.

FWP> Means there are two open hearts laid out on a table & to go forth & tread lightly, is an understatement. Humans are sensitive creatures & emotions don’t discriminate. Catching feelings is always a delicate subject for a woman or a man.

With that said, it’s only fair gentlemen, to be honest & upfront to any woman crossing your pleasure path. Dig?

Must I repeat that? Cause it’s very simple. It is either black or it’s white in this case. Greyscale leaves too much static & fuzz on the screen of the imagination & leads to wasted time & heartache.

So…state your case. Behave accordingly. We are not a revolving door you can keep walking through over & over again. We are your walkway to satisfaction, freedom & fun, if you know how to communicate like a grown man.

Who likes to watch a black & white Tv with crummy reception? I myself prefer an HD flatscreen. So can you do a lady the service…of wheelin’ in the flatscreen por favor…? It’s a no-brainer really. See for yourself>>

You either take me out & show me a good time, pay my way, my bills, or drop a stack of Bens in my purse pocket…many-100-bills-bundle_77cd5d9b9ae7847a

OR> you choose to meet me halfway with availability, openness, care, consideration, interest, engagement, intimacy & true friendship…& your wallet too, I might add, for all the fun adventures we will end up having together…stock-vector-valentine-s-day-two-people-in-love-holding-hands-cartoon-children-s-drawing-style-series-see-more-68546989

You choose. I will respond.

But DO NOT. I repeat, do not…let us just guess which car you are driving. It’s annoying.

Round of applause for Jack & Charlie. Thanks for the insightfulness.

And thank you… J.L.C.— for being on the fence. It inspired this article.  🙂 (Don’t blush…it’s all good, honey)

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The Last Meal

The Last Meal> BFF: Bacon & Eggz

Back in Culinary school, we were asked to name the “Last Meal” we would choose to have if we were gonna pass on in a few hours. If we were given the option to enjoy one last delicious Hoo- Ra before we sail off into the sunset to meet the Big man in the sky….just… what would it be?

ronswanson4Ya know what my answer was every time someone ever asked me that? Bacon & over easy eggs on buttered toast. Hands down.

“Dippy eggs” we used to call them as a term of endearment for the poor little unhatched chic sweet peas. Then we have the slathered melty, buttery, good ole polka dotted wonder white, nutrient-free, bleached fake fortified bread product…lol. And at last… we have thee most elite guilty pleasure of all to ever to hit the palate or plate stage…

Thee RockStar of every kitchen across the globe: BACON.

I am it’s #1 fan, believe me. Just like the fat kid that loves cake I love bacon, just as much as the next guy. Crispity, greas-pity, crumble in your mouth-watering; lick your lips sizzling; mini orgasm in a pan frying: BACON. Geez, it’s even fun & satisfying to muse about.

october-1997-he-looked-good-seven-years-tibet-laBecoming Vegan & giving up bacon, is just like dating a super model or Matthew McConaughey (for the ladies) & then… breaking up forever…to never again partake in the fantastic pleasure of their acquaintance ever… ever…. again. All that’s left is a dreamy memory, a fantasy of what was, & pretty much… a skeleton in the wind. Then the usual forward motion protocol… is typically to compare every next person to the god or goddess template, who will essentially never really truly compare. We’ve all had that template person at one point, I’m sure.supermodel-perfection-1419587607

Well, in this case, BACON is that template person, & it’s not the easiest break-up to shake. We as a society…revere it. We put bacon on a pedestal, & have praised its greasy glory for many moons. We definitely are a peculiar brand of people, I must say.images-1315baconfestwinner

.mw-bv926_breakf_mg_20140304230342This photo is fondly named: “Breakfast in America.” Wow, right?

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But, look how simple… Look how beautiful…

Eggs, butter, bacon & cheese are RockStars in my book. As a Culinary Artist, moving forward, I find it depressing to not be able to utilize these essential ingredients to every Chefs forte. But….oh well. I will suck it up, I guess. It is a small sacrifice for a morally worthwhile very significant cause. Saving God’s creatures is King. On the ethically-correct scale…preserving Mother Nature & respecting all life is Top Dog. I’m not a jellyfish with no backbone who can’t sit up straight or practice a little healthy self-discipline for the sake of the greater good. I don’t just talk a good game cause I can. I talk it, cause I honor the unspoken code of loyalty to mankind & integrity of personhood. My money is where my mouth is. Is yours?

I am a bonified 100% American Chef trained foodie who loves & appreciates ALL cuisines, & If I am willing to go Vegan for the sake of: service to the Planet…..then….so can you, my friend…so-can-YOU.

Not sayin’ it’s gonna be a walk in the park or a sail down the waterslide….but it’ll be an adventure worth every mini attitude adjustment made. The cleaned up karma alone, is one valuable long-term benefit to look forward to. With regard to a spiritual standpoint…due to the elevation of vibrational frequency via the consumption of vibrant plant-based foods, both personal & planetary karma will be reversed naturally.

All in the scheme of things, like a series of events that follow one after the other in sequence, the significant behavioral changes that take place due to a newly launched or practiced Vegan lifestyle…result in a new set of circumstances. “Cause & effect” is altered when the new invisible energetic trends fall like dominoes through the portals of planetary improvement. Thus… a new found freedom transpires. Freedom from the ball & chain of outdated toxic programs & patterns. Wonderbread be gone!

Breakin’ the unbreakable chain is a worthwhile feat… for the advent of a New World order is at hand, & the dawn of a better day is upon us. Essentially, the toilet is getting flushed of all the substandard practices of a formerly morally corrupt human society.

Keeping in mind that the decision to embark upon a Vegan lifestyle can be a gradual change for those going at their own pace… progress, not perfection would be appropriate to insert here. ANY small change is contributing to the welfare of mankind. The greater good surely appreciates all effort & steps toward positive change. Going Vegan cold turkey (lol) very well may be a challenge in such ways. However, effort & small adjustments do indeed add up to bigger ones eventually, for sure. Mini changes are changes too. Adjusting one’s self, life, daily habits & patterns may take some time & concerted effort. Prioritizing accordingly might indeed be called for…a Re-Eval as they say. Even a certain death may seem to take place. Grieving the loss of not only cherished edible delights but also the fond memories that go with them.

All the lavish warm holidays spent gathered around a juicy browned turkey by candle lite with all the tidings & trimmings of a meat & dairy infused love fest. The Sunday dinners at Mama Lucia’s house with a big lush bowl of spagetts & meat-a-ballz-a. I for one… grew up in an off the boat Italian family that did not take no for an answer! lol. One did not sit at the table with my grandfather at the helm &….not partake of all the hard work & effort of my Mom-Mom Zapparelli & her kitchen entourage. That would be disrespectful! The cold hard stare could make you cry… lol. So yes, many of us will have to make certain calls at certain times…understandable. Life certainly is not black & white. It looks to me like life actually has a pretty extravagant full-color 3-dimensional scheme like OZ. So yea, use your best judgment. People matter too…

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But, oh will I miss….that endearing paper thin prosciutto puffed up upon the slate plate, the creamy decadence of French Brie, the tart crumble of ripe herb rolled Chevre, Spanish Manchego aged to perfection, the smoky or nutty caramelly flavor profiles of  gratifying Gouda & the sharp & lovely bite of champagne & cheddar together. Not to mention, the superior smothering skills of magnificent Mozzarella!!

What else will be missed? The Antipasti spread charming the pants off a good gathering of precious pairings of people, wine, brew & spirits off the deck or by the pool & bonfire. The backyard grill-outs that coined dogs & brats & burgers king of the food chain. Who doesn’t love love love wings & football? The New Years Eve after party bacon & eggs at 3am, that fantastic smoker out back by the barn, KFC, Taco Bell Grande, Micky-D’s, Mc-Everything!

Cook-OUT, Pizza Pizza Pizza! Mom’s homemade meatloaf, Prime Rib at the club or convention. Succulent sauced low n slow cooked baby-backs with coleslaw, mac salad, or potato salad. Biscuits, sausage & gravy,  or (S.O.S.) creamed chipped beef. Southern fried genius, corned beef & cabbage, pulled pork, beef brisket, jerky, BBQ & stew. Quiche, Crepes, souffle, creme brulee, mid-rare grass fed filet. Cheesy mac, cheesy fries, cheese steak, cheese sauce, cheese curls, cheese balls, a loaded baked potat-a, a chicken Pot-Pie. Baked ziti, lasagna, ravioli, parmesan encrusted everything. French toast, French Crullers, buttercream frosting, pudding, sundaes, yogurt, m&m’s……. WTF???

Not fair. I get it. lol.

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