Wednesday, October 16, 2019

It is Wednesday, October 16, 2019, at 11:27 pm. My son is having a baby in a few months. Basketball season is almost here. My birthday is coming up soon. I have a lot to look forward to.

Below is Chapter 7 of the upcoming audiobook that I co-authored entitled... "HIStory: The Life and Times of Bernie Durant." In this chapter, Mr. Durant explains in detail how he as a Quality Control Engineer working at Western Electric in the early 1960's overcame many trials and tribulations to become the first African American home owner in the history of the city of Allentown, PA. Mr. Durant was my friend, my mentor, and almost like my father. We were just about finished writing his autobiography before he passed away in 2014. Rather than me completing just his physical book, having an audiobook and hearing him tell his story seemed appropriate in this new digital age.

Full audiobook coming soon.

Enjoy 🖤

Chapter 7: House

Thursday, October 3, 2019

It is Thursday, October 3rd, 2019.

Let me repeat that.

It is Thursday, October 3rd, 2019.

We are less than three months away from the year 2020.

That is actually kind of scary.

On May 31, 2018, I published the book "The DEATH OF a CANCER patient."

That book is the cure to all cancer.

That is actually kind of scary.

That was seventeen months ago.

To myself, there was never an issue of if the book was going to age well. Once I finished the book, I knew what I had. I knew that my book really was the cure to cancer. Once I realized that the book could literally be read and applied backwards to other people without me having to do anything but change certain sequences of the wording, I really knew what I had. That is what "the death of a cancer patient ii" is. When I finished writing part ii, I really knew that I had the cure to cancer.

My issue was always going to be acceptance. Generations of propaganda stigmatized marijuana. I knew that after figuring out the cure to all cancer included the once looked down upon but newly legal medical marijuana, getting people to accept that truth was going to be the real issue. For many years, the cure to all cancer sounded like something that was impossible. Convincing people that I figured out the impossible... in what would seem like an impossible way... seemed really impossible.

Seventeen months after publishing The DEATH OF a CANCER patient, the world is changing. The world is becoming more accepting of plants being medicine. It is slowly becoming very normal.

The world is also getting smarter. People are becoming more demanding. People are tired of giving to a system without receiving equal value. People are tired of paying for things that are more than they are worth. People are tired of being paid less than what they are worth.

People want the cure to cancer. People have invested enough of their hard earned money in an attempt to find a cure. People deserve a cure. As impossible as it once sounded, my books are the cure. I can no longer be afraid to say it. This blog chronicled my cancer journey since day 1. My books had to be the cure, and they really are.

Again, it is Thursday, October 3rd, 2019.

Again, that is actually kind of scary.

I have no idea what it going to happen next. My entire infrastructure is set up. My blog is thorough, my books are complete, and my body and mind are as healthy as can be. My books are in the hands of very well respected doctors, psychologists, and businesses around the world. Someone very important and very influential is eventually going to validate me, and the cure to cancer is eventually going to be accepted. My only question is when, and how. Will I get a phone call in 5 minutes that will change my life? Will I verbally explain the cure to cancer in front of doctors, psychologists, businesses, a really big crowd, cancer patients, and the media?

I am not sure what is going to happen. All I know that is something is going to eventually happen. I understand that all I have to do at this point is stay patient, poised, and purposeful.

It is now Thursday, October 3, 2019, at 10:47am. I am sitting in the lounge of a hostel in downtown New Orleans. They play really soulful music here for 24 hours. I am eating a ham, egg, and cheese 'crousandwich that I made from the open breakfast bar. I am drinking an orange juice and a coffee. My roommates are really nice. The room is really clean. I am about to go to a thrift shop down the street, get a smoothie, and go for a casual stroll in a quiet neighborhood. I am going to read my poetry at an open mic night tonight. Maybe my phone will finally ring, the phone call or email I have been waiting for will happen, and my life will finally change. Maybe it won't. All I know is that whatever happens next, I will be fully prepared for it.

Peace.

kyle j. kostic