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🧠❤️⚡️⚓️ BAG Fatherhood Reflection: Through My Eyelids

🌱 Balance – The Realization

When I see my daughter through my eyelids…
I don’t see a responsibility.
I see something to protect.
Her arrival alerted my natural instinct —
to apply pressure to the systems that once shaped me.

I know the feeling of being programmed.
Of having my judgment and ability to feel the natural order interrupted.
I can recall every decision I made that went against what’s real.
But it’s never too late to remove the chip…
To breathe again — like it’s actually free to do so.

❤️ Aid – Unlearning to Rebuild

This isn’t about money.
It’s about connection.
It’s about raising, not just sending off.
About lifting them up — not giving them up.

She’s only three.
And she’s already been schooled.
Already forming attachments with teachers I didn’t choose.
Her communication, her potty training, her sense of discernment —
all developing through systems that often don’t prioritize connection.

She’s pushed away when she asks for attention.
And that attention is the very thing her spirit needs to grow.

This isn’t a parenting issue.
It’s a programming issue.
And the hardest part of parenting?
Unlearning what was done to us —
while trying to raise someone we love with fresh eyes.

⚓️ Gratitude – What She Deserves

I’ve taken time to sort through my wounds.
I’m not perfect.
But I know this is a pivotal moment.
This isn’t about pushing her faster.
It’s about preparing her with love, with order, and with awareness.

She needs to know:
She’s not alone in wanting connection.
She’s not crazy for needing presence.
She doesn’t have to be rushed.

This is my seed.
She didn’t ask to be here.
And she’s not here to be trained to just perform.

She’s here to be raised.
To grow in her timing.
To trust her parents.
To trust her own light.

I want her to know she can do, be, and create whatever she wants —
as long as she’s in order.

Because order is what unlocks purpose.
Order is what protects peace.
And order is what helps us remember:

Slow comes before fast.
Stillness comes before growth.
Love comes before the lesson.

And when I close my eyes…
and see her through my eyelids —
that’s the truth I hold.

🧠❤️ How This Post Embodies Brains and Guts

Brains (Wisdom & Awareness)	Guts (Courage & Action)
Recognizing how old systems shaped your decisions	Speaking truth about parenting without hiding behind ego
Reframing “discipline” as emotional presence	Letting go of wounds while building something better
Seeing your daughter as a spirit needing guidance, not control	Calling out societal programming publicly to inspire others
Understanding that order and love create true growth	Choosing connection over convenience, purpose over performance

July 3, 2025

Wake Up, Imagination.
Times Are Changing…

Kids don’t really play outside anymore.
The games we used to play — using our own imagination, flying, speeding in imaginary cars, jumping with sounds and explosions — they’ve been replaced by screens and fixed realities.

The attention span of this generation is now occupied by constant stimulation.
Imagination, once a muscle we flexed daily, has been replaced with repetition, reaction, and reward cycles.

And It’s Not Just the Kids…

The adults are unknowingly leading the pack.
Not all — but many have been consumed by the race for fortune, status, and ego.
Competing with strangers. Losing sight that each experience is unique and divinely timed.

Women and men are being pit against each other.
Nature’s original purpose — collaboration and balance — is being distorted.
The rules of connection are being used against us.

🧠 BRAINS: Seeing the Pattern

This isn’t just a “kids these days” rant.
It’s a call to awareness. A moment to look at the aids we’ve been offered to fill our mental space:
- What’s replaced your imagination?
- What comfort has turned into distraction?
- What thoughts are no longer your own?
We’ve feared AI… but have we become the robots already?

⚡️ GUTS: Choosing a Different Path

When I was a kid, I walked everywhere.

To school. To the store. To my friend’s house.
I didn’t need headphones — I had rhythms, I had rhyme schemes, I had games like “don’t step on the cracks.”

I used those walks to imagine.
To talk myself through problems.
To create my own world — and find my own way.

It was my escape.
And when video games or TV weren’t an option — outside was the command.
And imagination was free to grow.

So I ask you:

What’s your aid now?
What wakes up your imagination in this age of attention?
Is it still active? Or has it been lulled to sleep?

❤️ GRATITUDE: Reclaim the Inner World

Our time is our time.
No one else’s.

The trees still know balance.
The insects, the animals, the water — they all follow the natural order.
We, the most conscious species, are the ones who’ve drifted.

But we can come back.
It starts with simple moments of silence… stillness… and imagination.

Plant a seed.
Don’t gatekeep it.
Let your children see it. Let your friends feel it.
Let your soul wake up again.

Stay in your BAG.
🧠⚡️❤️⚓️
– Coach Bag
June 24, 2025
🧠⚡️❤️⚓️ Brains & Guts — The Way to Play the Game

(Reflection — Sharpening Season Continues)

Author’s Note:
Living the BAG mindstate means sharing reflections as they happen. Here’s what rose up for me today on the court—and in life.

A Moment of Rest at the Summit

I’ve been busy living 🧠⚡️❤️⚓️.
This morning delivered a profound reminder: the top isn’t a place you reach—it’s a place you stay.
Once you arrive, the only option is to keep going.

Balance in Competition

Competition is woven into our nature—and into basketball.
But I’ve learned that true balance in competition isn’t about winning or losing.
It’s about playing with honest values, giving your all, and trusting the flow of the game.

Balance: Showing up fully—mind, body, spirit—without fear of outcome.

Misses and turnovers? They’re not failures—they’re opportunities to grow, moments to reflect for better balance next time, since we keep getting the chance to express.

Aid Through Generosity

When you pass the ball, you’re offering more than a simple assist.
You’re giving the energy you’ve stored up—your focus, your intention, your gratitude.
And the game gives back in equal measure.

Aid: Every good pass, every perfect shot—these are gifts exchanged between players.

Gratitude in the Flow

Hearing “Great pass!” or “Nice shot!”
It’s not just competition—it’s shared celebration.
It’s two or more people from different paths finding common ground through balance.

I had the best game of the year today.
We laughed. We flowed. We honored the court and each other.
And through every swish and every cheer, I felt gratitude.

Gratitude: In every moment of play, we experience the freedom that comes from balanced giving and receiving.

Closing Prayer

May the impact of balance bless every part of our lives—on and off the court.
I know the players I played with today feel it, too.

The Way to Play the Game
Is to show up, give your best, and celebrate the balance we create together.

Stay in your BAG.
– Coach BAG

June 16, 2025
🧠⚡️❤️⚓️Brains & Guts — Grateful Father(Father’s Day Entry — Sharpening Season Continues)

Not because today feels any more special than any other day… …but because it’s a day every good man hopes to be acknowledged on.
Some fathers — and I mean some (which is already too many) — never get to feel what this feels like. Not just for themselves, but for their kids — the energy exchange, the gift that never stops giving.
A beautiful daughter that makes you feel like a lion 🦁. A strong son that you believe could be Hercules ⚡️. It’s truly nothing like being a father.
The opportunity to breathe air and share it with them… It’s a responsibility worth dying for. It makes every second… every breath… full of gratitude.

The Aids That Shape Me
I’ve been shaped by so many aids along this path:
• The pain.
• The mistakes.
• The breakthroughs.
• The lessons I prayed I would never repeat.
• The grace I’ve received.
And I’m still growing.
This is an energy thing. I feel strong because I’ve stayed faithful. I feel grounded because I’ve found purpose.
I’m living my dream — not in some material sense, but in the purest way possible:
To be present. To love deeply. To choose balance over bitterness.

Crayons Show Love
I remind myself daily:
Crayons show love.
It means that kids don’t need perfection — they need color. They need presence. They need the freedom to draw outside the lines while you stand beside them with patience, not control.
That’s how we plant gratitude seeds.
One seed at a time. One smile at a time. One prayer at a time.

Love Is Always the Choice
The BAG Mindstate always brings me back to one truth:
Love is the hardest choice… because it’s the most powerful.
Hate doesn’t grow anything. Bitterness doesn’t build anything. But love? Love creates space for the next generation to thrive.
Even in the toughest moments — Even when tested — Even when misunderstood —
We choose love. We choose balance. And we end up… grateful.

🧠⚡️❤️⚓️ Proverbs 16:11 — His work.

June 15, 2025
Brains & Guts — The Pathway Is Unique (Sharpening Season Continues)
Author’s Note:
Brains & Guts isn’t just about what happens on the court. These entries document my real-time process of mastering the BAG mindstate — mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. This post reflects one of the most personal phases of my sharpening season. It takes brains to analyze where you are, and guts to stay on the path. Every word you read is part of that process.

The Pathway Is Unique

Bag is a mindstate you must enter and exit. At the entrance, you meet amazement and lost treasures — a secret pathway to the ultimate state of being. I’m simply speaking from my experience using the BAG mindstate.

While traveling in the pathway you continue to hear chants and screams from the entrance — the past versions of yourself desperately holding on to the possibility of your return.
Once you enter, you have a choice:
- Go backwards to the entrance
- Or exit too soon and return prematurely.
As distance increases for me from the entrance, I can tell I’m starting to become hard to see — hard to make out. The frequency is desperate and continues to be loud due to the space between us. But as I keep my head down — not focused on destination, just moving forward — my steps fight for me and drown the noise.
It’s aware of my arrival.
It refuses to accept the accomplishment of my new state of being.
I can’t move backward.
I refuse.
I’m becoming something that is foreign.

I know nothing is new underneath the sun, but I wonder who in my bloodline has walked this path before me and passed this experience into my hands.
I’m grateful for them.
I shall walk until we rise again.

No one.
No noise will stop me from heading forward for us.
The bag mindstate is a constant forward motion — not perfect, but progressing.

The Nature of the Sound

The sound uses words like “never” and “always.”
It communicates strictly through judgment.
It begs for empathy — but once you give it space, you become a perspective jumper… trying to decode its view, trying to justify your own.

When I’ve done that in the past, I didn’t move backwards — but I was tempted to leave the pathway.

That temptation is part of the test.
It dangles my inner issues.
It challenges me beyond my own understanding.

The Inner Battle Team

You can’t fight this with your adult self alone.
Your inner child and the memories of your past must come to the fight with you.

That’s why I’m grateful for the ones who walked before me.
I know they’re watching and assisting me.
Inner child.
Adult self.
Ancestors.

We hold hands together as we walk.
Reminding the sound:

“We’ve united before. And we stayed strong through this cycle of life.”

Time?
Energy?
They continue to shift this pathway to carry the story once told.
And again, I stay out of the way —

Head down.
Moving towards the inevitable.

Forward Is The Only Direction

The goal of the sound was to get me to go backwards.
But I’ve realized:

Forward and steady is the pace of life inside the BAG mindstate.

Doubt is gone.
Fear is gone.
Pain is felt — but understood.

The deepest pain I once carried was not being involved in my child’s life as much as I would like.
But I’ve chosen to release control over what I can’t hold.
I’m grateful for every moment, at any capacity, I get to share my experience with my daughter.

For Her — And All Who Come After Me

The bag mindstate will meet her one day.
I’m grateful to walk this path now — to share my experience.
Even if not in words — I will love and bond with her in ways that imprint energy she’ll carry.

The ancestors will hold her hand, just as they held mine.
Her inner child will fight the good fight for her one day.

Always grateful for the opportunity.

I walk this pathway with full faith.
Every treasure I drop along the way may one day be found by her.

There is nothing new under the sun:
- First born.
- Separated from each other.
- Father and daughter.
- The cycle repeats, but the healing begins here.
The world may push fathers out of the home — but I will walk forward, into the pathway.
Not only to find the exit, but to remind her that her father is a man who accepted balance…
Who sought aids…
And who reached gratitude.

🧠⚡️❤️⚓️

Post Summary Tagline:
“Forward and steady is the pace of life inside the BAG mindstate.”
June 13, 2025

Category: family

🧠❤️⚡️⚓️ BAG Fatherhood Reflection: Through My Eyelids

Wake Up, Imagination.

🧠⚡️❤️⚓️ Brains & Guts — The Way to Play the Game

🧠⚡️❤️⚓️Brains & Guts — Grateful Father(Father’s Day Entry — Sharpening Season Continues)

Brains & Guts — The Pathway Is Unique (Sharpening Season Continues)