We met so that I could talk to her about reestablishing her relationship with God. Honestly, who am I to try to help someone re-establish a relationship with God when I am unconsciously working to destroy mine? I know, maybe that last sentence was to real, aye? Right now I am not focused on the legalistic factors that govern religion but I am concerned with the condition of the entire being of a person. In high school, the football coach would always say, “You can dress a turd up, but it’s still gonna stink”. Well, I am the turd and I didn’t bother to dress up today. As she begin to open up more, I notice the heaviness that she concealed with a smile. Even though she didn’t want it to, her true feelings begin to seep out from behind the smile and laughter. Her eyes turned red but she refused to let herself cry. I glanced at her for a second. In that moment, I saw her heart and I saw her desire to be better and to do better. She talked to me about her fights with depression. I could relate. I have come to find this to be true, “Ya just never know what people go through”. Truth be told, many of us are carrying things that we do not known how to rid ourselves of. My pastor often says, “That’s a God Job”. Meaning some things God will just have to handle because we lack the intelligence to do so. I sat there allowing her to get it all out, being un-judgmental in every sense of the word. Before we realized it, we had spent most of the afternoon just talking. There were moments of laughter, seriousness and moments “I just don’t know”. I didn’t meet her with the notion that I would have all the answers, instead I met her with the notion that I would listen to all her concerns and worries. It is my prayer that God would manifest himself to her in an unorthodox manner so that she will not only hear about his love but so that she will experience it.

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My grandmother loved to cook! To me she was the best cook around! Seeing that I didn’t have many to choose from, I guess she automatically was the best to me. Nevertheless, she cooked all my favorite foods. Fried chicken, corn bread, pecan pie, greens.. [ I am hungry NOW ]. Well, sometimes she cooked things that I didn’t like so well and I would refuse to eat them! I mean if I don’t want to eat something, why should I, right? To my surprise she never got upset and fussed at me about it, she would just say, “When ya hungry enough, you will eat.” Obliviously she didn’t know me because I was determined not to eat that disgusting looking food. Well as time went on and my stomach grumbled more and more, I begin to have second thoughts about this disgusting food. Long story short, I gave in and ate what was before me. I guess I got “Hungry enough” aye?

“When hunger is more than the physical and it begins to dominate your mental state, that’s a sign that you are ready ” … Marc Coley

The Hungry Man Syndrome: No matter the obstacle before you are not detoured from achieving your goal. A hungry man always eat! 

There is something special about the human spirit that is quite interesting to me. Desperate situation possess the ability to force us out of our natural selves and step into something GREATER. I will never forget the story of a woman whose child was stuck under the tire of a car and, the woman, out of desperation lifted the car to rescue her child. The wow factor to this story was that she was a mere woman, that when the time came “tapped in” to a higher source of strength. There was no time to lolly-gag over the matter; in fact, it was literally a “Life or Death” situation. What has the ability to occur when you then step into the realm of the ‘ Hungry Man ‘. I’ll give you the answer, ANYTHING! No, you don’t have to have it all together before you step out, you don’t have to have all the money either [ preaching to myself] you just need to be HUNGRY. Hunger is define as >> a strong or compelling desire or craving. In the natural scenes of the word, can you recall how you responded on those occasions when you were hungry? If you are anything like me , all I thought about was that fact that I was hungry and how soon I was going to eat. In other words the physical desire for food forced its way into my mind, which caused it to be a mental desire as well.

“Faith is taking the first step even when you don’t see the whole staircase.” Dr. King

Biblical Principle >>
James 2:26 For as the body without the spirit is dead, so faith without works is dead also.

“Success is more than the declaration of such; it is the possession [action] of such”…. Marc Coley

I really think you should..give it up! Success will not drop out the sky and hit you on top of your head, if it does, give me the address of where the next dropping will occur and I will be there pronto! Focus. Make a plan and then work the system. I mean really WORK the system. My God Mom preached a message some years ago that has not left me yet. She said “It’s not WHAT ya KNOW it’s WHO ya KNOW “. In other words, it’s not in the power of my “knowing”, all the time, sometimes, it is in my power of “connecting”. That is why is essential to never burn bridges as you cross them, you never know which ones you will need to travel back. That principal alone has taught me not only to be gun-ho about my success but also to be passionate about the success of others. Teamwork works wonders!  [ free leadership training via marcunleashed.com ]. Connection alone is a powerful tool, but it becomes useless/powerless if there is no DRIVE behind it.

JUMP OFF THE PLANE! The Wind will catch ya !  [ I hope jk ] Many people don’t know this about me .. [ come closer .. don't want everyone to know this ] I am a shy person! I know, I know, you don’t believe me , right! Anyway, I mentally force myself to do things that I am afraid to do. I can remember when I was in high-school and we had our annual talent show, I would always say to myself, “I want to be up there performing”. Well in my tenth grade year I stop wishing and I worked up enough nerve to go and sign up for the next talent show. Well sadly, I didn’t win but the fact that I got up there was a stepping stone for my confidence. I thought if I could do that, then I can do anything. After that talent show, I organized my school first independent gospel choir, I joined the poetry club and I also had a starring role in my school’s Christmas play. It all started with HUNGER. I encourage not only desire things that you want to do, but I dare you to get a plan and work the system! I will not say that it will be an easy journey, but I know for a fact that it will be a rewarding one.

>>Yo! I am soooooo sorry [inserts sad face] Where are my manners? You are hungry right?? and I am keeping you ! Ugh forgive me, I’m done… so go EAT!

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Joel Osteen has a book called, “Your Best Life Now”, so I thought it was only fitting that I stir up your MoJo with my rendition of such! I hope these steps help you as they help me! 

1.    Use every free opportunity to get some face-time with God! If you are bored, why send a mass text message asking random people “WYD” when you could be praying and asking God “WYD” !  Example: Use your shower time – you can even talk to him in the car as you commute to work in the morning!

2.  Stop being so darn grumpy all the time! My Grandma said that if you keep frowning and looking ugly, one of these days you are going to get stuck like that!  Smile, it will carry you along way.

3.  Go through your phone or Facebook contact list and pick a random person to bless. It does not have to be MONEY! It only takes a minute to send a card or a kind email or text. You never know whose life you can impact! 

4.  Turn off the radio, the phone, the TV, and the internet, while you at it! Just for a few hours every now and then, allow God to speak to you without any outside interferences.

5 . Make a list of people that you have offended or that have offended you and go back and attempt to make things right [give it another shot! Yes, even after the 20th time]. Even if you were not at fault, still GO BACK!

6.  Do something out of the normal! Get adventurous and do something wild! (NOT TOO WILD NOW!)

7.  Expand your circle of friends so that it is diverse.  If possible, befriend people of different nationalities and cultures. Someone that is different from you can teach you new things about the world.

8.  Don’t sweat the small stuff. If you find yourself getting offended easily, just take a moment and look at the bigger picture.

9. Today, find a way to compliment an absolute stranger. It is easy to find or say something negative so purposely find something good to say and share it with that person!

10. Last but not least, laugh at a good joke today! Be silly and let your hair down! Play dress up with your kids. Take goofy pictures and share them with the world, it’s okay, we will still love you if you crack a smile.

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I am Marc Coley & I am Finally [unleashed]
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As I comb thru my locks of pride and insecurity, I think to myself, “Rapunzel ain’t got anything on me!” I am not gloating; I would prefer to call it “self-awareness”….

“I haven’t given up hope… I am just running on a short supply” …. Marc Coley

As promised, I am back with the conclusion of the matter. I am honored that you decided to come back and if this is your first time, I extend the same warm welcome.  If you read part 1, you have an idea as to how I will flow on part 2.  Here is my story, better yet, here is her story.

Well, [sigh] [Pulls out the brush and begins to comb]

I was enrolled as a student at Quitman County Elementary up until the 7^th grade. Don’t ask, that was just the setup of that particular school system. Nevertheless, it was not until my seventh grade year, that my luck changed and I was no longer the “butt of jokes” for the student body. That day could have ruined it all for [[me]] <<  PRIDE.

There was a knock at the door. I don’t recall what we were learning about that particular day. Ms. Taylor, my teacher, walked to the door and opened it. I didn’t bother to look up until I heard my name. They walked into my classroom. I saw my grandmother first and then I saw my mother. Immediately, my heart dropped in my chest. It was as if someone had taken a hammer and without warning plunged it into forcefully into my back. Mentally, I begin to prepare myself to be humiliated by my peers. My mind flooded with thoughts of lying to hide the truth. Do you blame me?.. I had a hard enough time as it was… They came into the classroom and talked to my teacher. I was still nervous. I watched in fear. I was afraid that my newly found (cool) reputation would be ruined. I feel the lumps welling up in my throat out of fear. I am hoping internally that this visit is as painless as possible. To my surprise it went well. My mom was quiet the entire time. They checked me out of school and I remember as if it was yesterday, she asked me, “Did I act ok?” I responded with a happy “Yes!” She didn’t embarrass [ME] << the development of pride at an early age.

“She smoked a lot. I begged her to quit because I didn’t want her to die.”… Marc Coley

I envisioned us riding in the car talking for countless hours about nothing in particular. Just normal, mother and son conversations. I often pictured me introducing her to my closest friends; even the special ones. Don’t laugh but I could hear my friends calling her ‘mom’ because she was so cool with them. Don’t [read] this blog and assume that I am a depressed individual, but this is just a mirror and I am standing in front of it.

It was a family function that day. Maybe a cookout or birthday party, I can’t remember.  My grandmother and aunt’s house are in the same yard. Music is blasting and everyone is having a good time. I am at my aunt’s house sitting on her porch. My mom sits down beside me. She is drunk. I feel a frog in my throat, because I wanted to cry as I look at her. If I remember correctly I did shed a tear or two. Barely able to get the words out, I told her “I’m going to take care of you when I get older”. I promised to be there. Looking back on those memories, I can honestly say that I have…. failed. I don’t call like I need to. I don’t pray like should. Quite frankly, I can’t give you a ‘good enough excuse’ as to why not.

West Central [Google it]>> If you are from Columbus or the surrounding areas, you may have heard of West Central. If not, [Google it]. Nevertheless, it is a mental institution. I remember the first time my mom went there. In fact, in the course of her life she has been there several times. Anyway, I was glad she was going because, from my understanding, or I should say from a child’s mind, they would “fix” her. She stayed for a few weeks before coming home. I went to visit. I noticed a change in her demeanor, but I hated the fact that my mother had to be there.

Witch Doctor >> My mom or “Shelly” as my family calls her has functioned in cycles for the last few years. One moment she seems to be improving and the next it is as though she is getting worst. While my grandmother was living she had gotten so frustrated with my mother’s situation that one day she went to a strange lady’s house. At that time I didn’t know who the lady was. It wasn’t until years later that I put 1 and 1 together and realized that the lady was a root worker. Anyway, we walked into her home and this lady sat my mom down and began to talk to her. By this time I was escorted out of the room, but I did hear what was being said. The woman told my grandmother that someone had “put something” on my mother. Black magic, if you will. So the lady gave my grandmother a bar of soap for my mother to bathe in and some candles to burn to rid her of the evil spirits. Well, you probably know by now, but that solution did not work.

Spiritual Warfare >>> I met a pastor a few years back that was pretty heavy in demonic possession; an expert so to speak. I was convinced that it was a demon inside of my mother that was causing her to be mentally unstable. I was referred to her by a friend of mine.  We walked into her office that day and I told her what I thought was the problem. If hope could be measured on a scale, mine had easily set a record. She anointed my mother’s head with oil and she began to pray. I knew that this was it; the moment of deliverance. My heart was full of joy. That day, I expected to walk out with a brand new mother.  … but .. but.. that day, I walked out broken and frustrated. I tried to understand “this” but I was unsuccessful. I didn’t understand.

I blamed her for failing me. I blamed God for not making my life “normal”. Surprisingly, the more I live, the more I understand the beauty of the abnormality. It sets me apart for greatness. We humans, being infinite in power cannot change the past. Once things have been done or said it cannot be “undone” or “unsaid”. If so, I would immediately go back and right the many wrongs that I have committed but, honestly, the more I think about it, I am glad we cannot… I salute the past because it shaped me and I hug the future because it embraces me. I love my mother; I guess I haven’t shown her.  If she died today, I would be devastated because she didn’t fail me … I failed her. Pride wrapped its hands around me and held me captive. Today, MY operation to be fixed begins…

I grasp this concept and I hold on to it with dear life.
Daniel 3:13-18

17 if our God Whom we serve is able to deliver us from the burning fiery furnace, He will deliver us out of your hand, O king. 18 But if not, let it be known to you, O king, that we will not serve your gods or worship the golden image which you have set up!

God, my prayer has changed. 23 years and I now understand. Please “Fix Me” …

I am Marc Coley & I am [Unleashed]
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Bare,Brave & Bold…. 
It’s hard to write without inspiration. Without it I find myself staring at a blinking cursor, waiting on me to create #something. All of a sudden an emotion is triggered and words begin to flow as if I had a raging ocean at the tip of my fingers. Anyway, God is good. I am Hell to deal with so he deals with me = so that Hell wont be my resting place. A little #deepchitterchatter.

Monster, Oh how I love to hate them. They will be the death of me.. but God somehow uses these Monster to perfect greatness within me. Odd, I know.. I have pondered on his methods for so long only to get NOWHERE. The word tells us that his thoughts are not our thoughts and his ways are not our ways. I guess I am one of the last people to actually figure that out.

The thing about nudity is that it shows it all . The Good, the bad and the ugly. PSA: [marcunleased.com] will not be putting clothes on this year. It maybe your year of  Breakthroughs & BreakOuts..Well,  Its My Year of Nudity. With wisdom, I will share what God puts on my heart to. Don’t expect  super deep stuff here. If ya know me, ya know I am a simple guy. I do promise to be real, I do promise to make you think, and I do promise to cause you to rethink your take on life. .. enough of that for now. I am happy with Life. [ inserts smile ]

Thinking: I have decided to lay low on a few projects that I have started and I am going into a semi-hibernation.
When springs come, I will return. The polar bear needs to rest.

As for the project before you, it’s not going anywhere …

I am Marc Coley .