CROSSOVER LOVE: The 11/11 Awakening

When waiting turns into walking and walking turns into wonder.

“I’ve been walking around like a ghost in my own life, but the wait was never wasted. Every silent moment was preparing me for the sound of the door unlocking.”

For years, I’ve felt the quiet ache of almost.Almost successful. Almost seen. Almost loved. Almost free.

I’ve built companies, poured into others, dreamed big dreams and yet, for too long, I’ve watched those dreams sleep while the world kept moving. It’s been years of building without the visible fruit, years of carrying vision when no one could see the picture but me.

But this November 11th feels different.Something divine is shifting.This isn’t superstition. It’s confirmation.

The number 11/11 has followed me like a whisper from heaven a reminder that alignment is near. And now, I can feel it: the gates of transition are opening.

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Today, I tuned in to Joel Osteen’s message about separation, purification, and release and it landed right where it needed to. Sometimes God doesn’t just want to bless us; He wants to purify what’s blocking the blessing.

I sat there with my notebook, writing down the things and people I needed to release. One of them was the man I met in New York.

For a while, I held onto the idea that maybe he was the one. But today I realized something freeing: if I keep holding space for someone who isn’t chosen for me, I’m closing the door on the one who is.

When we met, he was drawn to my story, my brokenness, my pain, my rebuilding. I think he felt comfortable knowing I wasn’t completely together. But that’s not love. That’s trauma bonding finding comfort in pain instead of growth.

So I told him the truth: “You were not chosen by God for me. But we can be friends with boundaries.” Saying that wasn’t cruel; it was cleansing.

Because when you finally release the people who were only assigned to your past pain, you make room for those who are meant to meet your present peace.

I’m also learning to stop rushing love to stop over giving too soon, hoping it’ll convince someone to stay. Fear has a way of pushing us to overextend, but faith teaches us to pace ourselves.

Today, I forgave my past. I released the rush. I chose peace over panic, process over pressure.

And I realizedRelease isn’t rejection. It’s respect.Respect for who I’m becoming. Respect for what God is preparing. Respect for the love that will see me not my wounds, but my worth.

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“Sometimes, the test isn’t how people treat you when you’re helping them, it’s how you respond when they try to hurt you afterward.”

There’s a different kind of heartbreak that hits when the knife comes from a familiar hand.You pour out your time, your talent, your money, and your spirit to see someone win and then one day, you find out they’ve used your kindness as a weapon against you.

At first, it stings. You replay every conversation, every act of generosity, every sacrifice you made trying to understand how something so pure got twisted into accusation.But here’s the truth: the test didn’t happen when you were helping it started when they tried to hurt you.

Because grace doesn’t show up in good times; it shows up when you’re being lied on, misjudged, or misunderstood.

And right there, in that moment, you have two choices:You can waste energy proving yourself to the wrong audience, or you can keep building in silence and let time reveal what character already knows.

I’ve learned the hard way your work, your consistency, and your peace will say what your words can’t.

You don’t need to clap back. You don’t need to explain your heart to people committed to misunderstanding it.Your elevation is the loudest apology you’ll never have to give.

Let them talk.Let them twist.Let them post.

But you? Keep producing. Keep showing up. Keep standing in your truth.

Because truth has endurance. Lies need life support.

So when you’re faced with betrayal, remember this not every loss is a setback; sometimes, it’s a divine detox.

Your assignment didn’t end with their exit.Your calling didn’t expire because they got bitter.Your value wasn’t canceled by their version of events.

Keep moving, with grace and grit.That’s how you pass the test after the help.

💭 Reflection Prompt:

When was the last time you were tested after helping someone? What did that moment teach you about your own boundaries and your belief in yourself?

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I learned valuable lessons from my experience with @Charmene Vega, particularly from the day I regrettably allowed her into my life. She is a scorned woman, a victim of a sad divorce, who seeks to endlessly hurt others. While it is true that hurt people hurt people, and she attempted to hurt me, I genuinely wish her the best.

Chew on This

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As CEO of Exposure Plus TV, I’ve got a ringside seat to the media’s absolute circus—and trust me, it’s often a disgrace. But every once in a while, someone channels their inner Gordon Parks or Malcolm X and reminds us that media is the most powerful weapon. That’s the vibe behind our “Reclaim the Screen” campaign: embracing Congressman John Lewis’s “good trouble” to demand a seismic shift away from digital sewage.

The Stench of Fake News Hits Home

Enter Judge Faith Jenkins and singer Kenny Lattimore. This couple faced a truly devastating onslaught of malicious, manufactured lies about their marriage, cooked up and spewed out by bottom-feeding video “creators,” primarily on YouTube. These people weren’t reporting; they were scandalizing for profit, disguising damaging, defamatory untruths as “entertainment.” The sheer audacity.

And here’s the most insulting part: a lot of these controversial channels think they can trash-talk African American celebrities with impunity, betting that their audience is “less likely to check the source.” Newsflash: that lazy, dishonest tactic is a dagger aimed straight at the heart of Black media integrity, and those of us who actually went to journalism school are not having it.

The Receipts: When Lawsuits Hit the Fan 💥

Luckily, Judge Faith and Kenny Lattimore weren’t having it either. They didn’t just quietly suffer; they did the necessary work to expose and legally check the parties behind these fake tabloid channels.

* The Lawsuit Facts: The couple sued multiple YouTube personalities and their channels, including the operators behind platforms like FunkyDineva (Quentin Latham) and Tasha K (Latasha Kebe).

* The Claims: The suit didn’t mince words, alleging defamation and intentional infliction of emotional distress. The core issue was the widespread dissemination of calculated lies—including false claims that Lattimore was gay and that their marriage was a PR stunt—all to monetize their misery.

* The Message: Their legal action is the ultimate, straightforward punchline: No one’s personal life is an open opportunity to scandalize, earn an income, or get away with being openly disrespectful.

The Lattimores’ fight is a crucial victory for context and truth. The “Reclaim the Screen” project is amplifying this message, distributing content that proves healthy, positive narratives with integrity can, and must, demand a new, honest direction for media. It’s the change we desired. It’s the check they deserved.

Learn more the Reclaim the Screen Fellowship contact admin@aartkingsleyllc.com

This Minute Matters: “Pick Me—Said Me”

Being in the fight for your own damn life can feel like surviving in the Wild West with no sheriff, no backup, and a tumbleweed of silence rolling by. How do I know? Because I’m in that showdown myself.

Let’s be real, friends? Ghosted. Family? Either missing in action or watching from the cheap seats. For years, I didn’t even flinch. But then—bam—life tackled me right at the 50-yard line. Suddenly, I was looking back at all the wasted plays: time spent pouring into people who wouldn’t have even poured me a glass of water if I was on fire.

But here’s the kicker: I was the one who benched me. I didn’t even pick myself for my own damn team. I was standing in the shadows yelling, “Hey! Pick me! I’m ready!” while simultaneously walking right past myself like I was invisible.

I thought I needed someone else to see my worth before I could put a price tag on my brilliance. Please. I’m a creative beast, I can design circles around chaos, spot waste like a detective, find money where folks swear it doesn’t exist, decode consumer minds for breakfast, and link people like a human Wi-Fi router. Media? That’s my playground.

And yet… I still dragged 30 years of hustle, talent, and overachievement straight into the abyss, where my soul went missing like my old iPhone charger. I didn’t just become an option to others… I became an option to myself.

So here’s today’s gospel: stop waiting to be picked. Pick your damn self. Lace up. You’re already on the team, you just forgot to pass yourself the ball.

💭 This Minute Matters: The world doesn’t start clapping until you do.