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Did you know that the word "fear" can be both a verb and a noun?  It can describe a sensation induced by a perceived threat or being afraid of someone or something.

Some people say that fear is a good thing...that it's the ability to recognize danger--our basic survival instinct. Perhaps fear is indistinguishable against anxiety? Fear is frequently related to the specific behaviors of escape and avoidance whereas anxiety is the result of threats that cannot be avoided or controlled. Fear, whatever its source, can become a controlling factor in a person's life.  H.P. Lovecraft says its "the oldest and strongest emotion of mankind." Can't leave out our favorite furry friend, Yoda "Fear is the path to the dark side.  Fear leads to anger.  Anger leads to hare. Hate leads to suffering."

I think we ought to do a better job in controlling our worst thoughts--the things that lock us into a state of shuddering disbelief.  Could it be possible to clip the wings from our controlling nightmares and get back to living?

The bible says, "we are more than a conqueror" but what is a conqueror? A conqueror is someone who has defeated something by force. I'd like to believe that if our book of law says we are more than conquerors, we most certainly posses traits that raises us up another level in the game of life.  We possess equalities that of love, of grace, and of mercy.  Proverbs 15:1 says, "A soft answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger."

Yesterday I posted on my facebook wall Erykah Badu's lyric "I'm a recovering undercover over-lover" from her song Out My Mind, Just in Time--A song off her album, New Amerykah Part 2 which dropped on March 30th two years ago.  I covered it in this blog here: Welcome back Badu

Based on my facebook post, I received a request asking me what I thought about that line...well here goes....

How many of us can identify with being an over-lover? Someone like Erykah croons about dying for, lying for, praying for, and even crocheting for...makes me want to shutter in remembrance. I think what got me is her word play--as she often does in her neosoul melodies. She admits being undercover agent for that somewhat undying love.  How often do we all hide the amazing lengths we are willing to go for that special someone who has unlocked the secrets to our hearts?

Moving back says she's in recovery MEANING she has yet to let go.  Like a caner in remission, that love that was once pure has become poisonous. Not poisonous to kill us, just enough to hurt madly...to where the hurt almost becomes an identifiable marker where it's hard to exist without pain...so we go back. Because we can't identify with happiness...that makes us uneasy. Some people can't exist without drama because drama to them runs parallel with passion which is the questionable theory of happiness.

I'm a recovering undercover over-lover...the first step is admittance.