Posts Tagged ‘Jereme Rogers’

Callin All the Girls, Do You Hear Me? All Around the World, City to City. Cheers to the Girls, More Juice to the Guys, Now I Got a Chicken and a Goose in the Ride

January 23, 2016

WampaDood

The alleged, unnamed and unknowable ice world lurking beyond the confines of the generally regarded universe this week became the latest cosmic force to challenge skating’s long-held but fading belief in the Spicolian maxim that, tasty ledges/gaps/bowls and a cool buzz in hand, all will be fine. This supposed “massive perturber” of some description seemed to taunt skateboarders globally in a general and taunting way. ‘See me, my powerful magnetic fields and my girth,’ it seemed to intone from beyond this solar system. ‘I spread my galactic influence among dwarf planets and, literally, chill.’ And yet on earth, vigils are held online and amongst the square-block granite pocket of Love Park, which the powers that be have determined must be gathered up and remade in a fashion devoid of crack rocks, fistfights, switch heelflips and backside noseblunts.

Philadelphia’s scene is to be cut loose from its best-beloved anchor, one it has exhumed before, at a time when that exalted god technology has enabled companies of varying stripe to cleave themselves from any particular municipality or even geography in a sort of freewheeling rootlessness. Companies design boards from Sweden, Cals Nor and So, Ohio, London and elsewhere, order them pressed in China and Mexico, warehousing them here and there before shipping them to kickflipping endorsers on any number of coasts and wherever Jake Johnson may roam. The photo and video spoils are beamed onto Instagram for consumption via mobile phone between classes, at work or in the john, with decks and premiumly priced t-shirts or sockwear readily hawked to admirers from internet web stores.

Yet much like the sun-hugging planets that owe their atmospheric colorations and ore riches to the gravitational gravity of the one true sun, there is a human case to be made that skate empires’ staying power rests in large part upon some local and geographical cornerstone. Deluxe is synonymous with the Bay, Sk8Mafia with San Diego, even the Osiris parts. Palace is filming their video all in London. Dime and Quartersnacks have fashioned clout from their towns and gained the ability to develop proprietary shirts and sweaters. Pitfalls threaten those who may wander: Alien Workshop, emboldened after adopting Philadelphia and New York as its “Photosynthesis” touchstones, floundered in its effort to launch the borderless and meandering Seek. Blueprint and Cliche surrendered a certain cache when they traded their across-the-pond concentrations to sign up the same US pros courted by California companies, skating the same palm-shaded hubbas. Plan B’s widely known ‘Tru, B’ vid was rumored to have been filmed at exclusive marble plazas on eight continents which includes the secret one.

5Boro is named for New York and so is its new ‘5BNY’ video, which boasts the capacity to open with a black-and-white cityscape motif soundtracked to jazz music that doesn’t come off all contrived, and next by showing tricks from Sylvester Eduardo, a crusher in the ‘Welcome to Hell’ mold who can muscle through some burly 50-50s and wallies and also do floaty frontside pop shove-its and frontside 360s. (Sometimes in Raps, always nice to see on the East Coast.) He’s the first among the ‘5BNY’ lineup to crisscross streets choked with pedestrians, street vendors, autos, commentary-spewing passersby and the rest of the bros, up to and including Quim Cardona*. Karim Callender glides through some of the more lackadasical nosegrinds in a while and Rob Gonyon exhibits power camo and a notable noseblunt shove-it before the scene is cleared for Jordan Trahan, this era’s 360 flip king, tossing off little-seen noseslide 50-50 combinations and no-push lines with impeccable arms, a boss over-the-can carver and probably never enough 360 flips. There could be a whole part of the 360 flips.

Similarly debuting in this blogging site’s fiscal 2016, Isle’s long-awaited ‘Vase’ comes soaked in London brick and feels sort of like a prodigal son type of homecoming after Blueprint’s unfortunate last years and ill-advised dabbles in Americana, such as the still difficult to understand decision to open a video with ‘Birdhouse In Ur Soul.’ This streamlined and gallery-damaged lot rebuild via mixed media and the same type of dollar-store intro inventiveness that helped ‘Bag of Suck’ endure as well as the editing-bay hokum of ‘Fully Flared’, but it is Tom Knox, Chris Jones, Nick Jensen and Casper Brooker who thrust their hands into London’s cracked and smoke-stained guts — Tom Knox’s vision seems not to stop at tricks that could be done at spots but to see spots around corners, overhead or behind parked vehicles, most ridiculously on tricks like the loading dock drop-down to street-gap 360 flip, or the gables-scraping tailslides. Sixteen or so years removed from ‘WFTW’s pint-size gap switch kickflipper Nick Jensen still has vicious South Bank lines and a switch backside nosegrind worthy of Steve Durante while Casper Brooker has the video’s best frontside shove-it and a wild South Bank kickflip transfer. The best section is Chris Jones, with his avant garde switch heelflip and switch manual hops across the sidewalks, which peaks with the careening tunnel runs (the ride out on the backside kickflip).

If the Isle bros can successfully reclaim London via the vital and eminently rewatchable ‘Vase,’ is it similarly possible to cultivate new roots for one’s ‘personal brand’? Surely Jereme Rogers’ years in the wilderness and before had already taken him through Las Vegas, but his recent King of the Strip video part positioned Jereme Rogers’ current formulation of hedonism, fashion mishaps and face-tatted self-aggrandizement** as a persona ready-made for Las Vegas’ rentable, plasticine and transient sin. Whereas Lennie Kirk fused spirituality with a certain on- and off-board brutality, Jereme Rogers proffers an elixir of wealth-seeking Christianity and shameless excess that seems suited to Las Vegas’ neon-heated Gamblor lairs, all-u-can-consume buffets and drive-thru wedding chapels.

Could Las Vegas provide a blinging launchpad for Jereme Rogers’ long-awaited skateboard comeback? Could an as-yet unknown icy giant hold a gap or obstacle that Jordan Trahan could not 360 flip or would its slackened gravitational pull enable even greater 360 flip feats? Why must Pluto keep getting dissed? Has any skate concern successfully transplanted itself? How come it’s been so long since somebody used Big Pun?

*Who has come to occupy an East Coast station that approximates the gonzo exuberance of Chad Muska, or maybe Smolik
**which his jail bid seems to have dulled right?

Who’s Got It For Cheap

September 14, 2013

NightmareOnCanalStreet

In the latest sign that we collectively have abandoned our humbler roots in favor of active sporting trophy cups and lucrative endorsement deals, one of the cardinal learnings of the 1990s seems to have faded from memory. Like so much L.A. confetti pushed before the broom of a blind disco custodian, skateboarders* seemingly have discarded their collective ambition to be like rap singers.

Perversely, more than a decade and a half since the grand fragmentation of street-skating into various splintered genres and jeans fittings, it is the black-denimed and tattooed long-hairs who seem closest to maintaining a form of business mind-meld with the likes of Gorilla Zoe and Charles Hamilton. As the internet buccaneers set sail and pillaged the profitability of compact discs and DVDs alike, urban musicians, many confident in their ability to subsidize any lost musical revenue with the street kind, largely abandoned the blockbuster commercial release ritual in favor of flooding the zone with a steady stream of sometimes tossed-off but generally more interesting and immediate free releases, oriented around building and maintaining a support base rather than trying to squeeze a shrinking number of dollars from an antiquated medium, which requires cutting in any number of increasingly irrelevant corporate interests to boot.

One-off web-centric video parts aside you maybe could draw a thin and blurry line between the decades-old concerns that still insist on a multi-year production process with the requisite release-date pushbacks, monthly ad campaigns and internal deadline turmoil that seem attendant upon such projects, versus the Magentas, Palaces and perhaps Adidases whose trip clips and internet parts skew more toward the mixtape format, without the gravity of a once-per-decade project pervading everything.

Jamie Thomas a few years ago, when Zero was like 20 dudes/dudettes deep, described a certain plan to release annually a video that would tot up whatever footage had amassed over that time period and push it out upon the salivating masses. It sounded logical, but “Cold War” seems to have wound up following the established build-and-release pattern, maybe due to Jamie Thomas’ famous adherence to rigid standards. But now comes Emerica with the first in their “Made” series, this one featuring about one-third of their team, in what’s alleged to be a succession of smaller videos that would appear to harken back to the medium’s optimal runtime of 20-30 minutes, as laid down under interplanetary law by wizened walruses able to communicate telepathically and also with crude grunting sounds.**

Must this be the way of the future for all as TV-stand real estate is ceded to Roku boxes and streaming services? Has Skate.ly already become the unofficial DatPiff.com to the industry, and Quartersnacks its Traps N Trunks? If Mark Suciu has laid claim to the Gucci analog, who is our Lil B? Which company, if any, has the balls to release the skate-video equivalent of the long-feared “all-skits rap album”?

*Or maybe just those that don’t run companies***
**Nike purported to be doing something similar, but with 50 dudes on their team and several years between each video, it winds up being sort of a half-measure.
***That are not DGK or Selfish

In Which We Pause For A Moment To Take Cheap Shots At Not One But Three Action Sport Celebrities

September 18, 2012

For better or worse, this web log’s entry into this particular caption contest occurred to me pretty much immediately upon hearing* that the ‘Flying Tomato’ had gone tragically HAM on a hotel fire alarm at 2:00 a.m.:
‘Shawn White’s credibility among hard-core skateboarders briefly rises to the level of Jereme Rogers.’

An employee also reported seeing White destroy a hotel phone.

In the xtreme sphere’s neverending quest for equilibrium, it should be noted that Shawn White’s subsequent apology to his family and business partners returned him to his prior neighborhood, also inhabited by Andy Mac, who it happens recently debuted a new video part. The production features a relatively small amount of yellow cotton, some truly Ty Evans-worthy slow motion sequences, Dave Metty’s name in the credits and a big ollie out of a 50-50 that really is no joke. For those keeping score Andy Mac’s website notes that this is his first video section in 12 years, which places him well beyond Gino Iannucci on the great footage-o-meter.

*In the interest of full disclosure, I learned this news from my mom, which is a whole other conversation.

Boil the Ocean Owes The Following Parties An Apology

May 6, 2010

Austyn Gillette
His recent “day in the life” feature was deemed kind of bland on this blog-spot, skate tricks notwithstanding, but in recent weeks his take on jazzing up oatmeal with peanut butter, bananas and cinnamon began to resonate with me personally and ultimately took the oatmeal business to a whole different level around here. So obviously this clip “stuck” with me* more than initially reported, and for that, we regret the oversight.

Jereme Rogers
Having a grudging tolerance/general boredom with Twitter, it was probably almost for sure fate when I randomly checked JR’s twit-feed the other day and saw him hinting among the most recent postings at competing in the upcoming Maloof event in New York… but at the time it was simply too difficult to bring myself to care, and I moved on, perhaps thinking back to a previous posting that speculated Rogers’ comeback would take something more like three years (as opposed to less than one). Jereme Rogers, now a well-known internet music artist, is maybe feeling a little bit of peer pressure to up the ante and buy some more cars since that Aston Martin is looking a little bit Marge-Simpson-Chanel-suit. And if there’s a growth industry out there right now, it’s definitely selling music, but a backup plan can never hurt. Whatever the case he felt the need to up his own personal Buzz Factor with the recent proclamation that “Rogers Back” so probably I (and by proxy, you) should just roll with it.

People in the theater when Antwuan Dixon went to the movies the other day
Because a lot of them were probably quiet buttondown family types who were hoping to settle back in their stadium seats after a long day in the rat race and watch Freddy Krueger mutilate children in peace. I don’t believe Antwuan Dixon’s blustering review and see real fear in his eyes as he talks about this movie, which sounds really scary.

People who look at this blog
The longsuffering gentle reader of this web-page probably deserves more regular apologies, but time (and inclination honestly) has been thin lately and the drudgeries of daily life are pretty dire. Reality rap, this may or may not change going forward.

My skateboard
We haven’t spent nearly enough time together..

*heh hah?

The Year That Recently Was

December 31, 2009

2009 will live on in infamy as the year that Jereme Rogers, corporate footwear conglomerates and a Berrics advertising programme collectively obliterated skateboarding forever. Yet there were occasional spots of brightness, such as Bob Burnquist’s stuntastic yet eco-friendly backyard lifestyle, Tony Trujillo signing onto 4-Star and Brewce Martin surviving a freak tire explosion accident, that give us reason to count the seconds until the sun engulfs planet Earth a little bit more slowly.

Ten other video parts
Lance Mountain – Extremely Sorry
Snowy – Horizons
Kyle Nicholson – Axion welcome clip
Alex Davis – Habitat welcome vid
Gilbert Crockett – Doin’ Thangs
Bob Burnquist – Extremely Sorry
Jimmy Carlin – Flippity Flop Pit Stop
Ben Skrzypek – God Save the Label
Matt Miller – State of Mind
James Craig – the Blind Video

Three great shared parts
Shane Oneill & Theotis Beasley – Debacle
Jon Choi & Jon Nguyen – Bonus Round
JB Gillet & Lucas Puig – Cle

Craziest cover trick

There was great fun to be had showing this magazine to people and watching them puzzle over what exactly was going on here, sort of like looking at a picture of someone with no eyebrows or maybe also a picture of Antwuan Dixon. Which also was a pretty great cover now that I think on it.

Fantastic tricks of this fantastic year
Matt Beach’s coffin grind
The beer slam grind in the credits of the Black Label video
Torey Pudwill’s caballerial back lip to b/s tail to backside flip out (er, right?)
Sammy Baca
Chris Cole’s cab f/s blunt to whack-a-bystander-in-the-face
Lizard King’s Wallenberg one-footer
Jereme Rogers’ career ender-ender

A supposedly fun thing I’ll never do again
the 00s video countdown

5. Heath Kirchart – “Mind Field”

December 26, 2009

Heath Hirchart mustered all the forces of darkness to close out Alien’s “Mind Field” with the requisite sparks a-flying and some bonus bigspins for the ADD-addled YouTube generation. Every Heath Kirchart video appearance is a kind of event on its own, to the point that his appearance on O’Dell’s “Skate Talk” set viewership records only topped by the recent appearance of the self-awareness challenged JR. While JR’s message is about believing in yourself and balling out at the club, contempt for his fellow man festers in Kirchart’s heart, but much like the Incredible Hulk he seeks to channel it in useful ways such as backside lipsliding long rails and breaking the noses of mere mortals. With this part women trembled, the ground shook and minor miracles occurred in nearby counties, as anticipation grew for the Emerica whiteout.

Return of the Search Terms

September 26, 2009

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Haven’t done one of these in a while, but, here’s the most recent assortment of internet* searches that led seekers to these fine shores…

-dyrdek secretary pics
-names of fish found in the ocean
-burberry shorts (old standby)
-crazy explosion
-when the sea boils blog
-jereme rogers smokes weed
-tk bulletproof vest
-skatebook out of business
-antwuan dixon is fucked up
-JR Blastoff “goodbye skateboarding”
-coloring pages of tech deck flameboy
-semen graffiti
-kevin spanky long skate fashion
-quimtime
-big daddy kane, nude
-why did muska leave shortys
-mine giant truck
-ice cream shoes board flip 2
-stop or my mom will shoot

*or, intranet

Tiltmode’s “Bonus Round”: A False Ballad of Hateful Courage

August 24, 2009

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In “Bonus Round,” the faster you run, the faster fate seems to find you.

There is a kind of base truth at the center of “Bonus Round,” a red-eyed tale of warring factions, deceit and wholesale sexual potency, but the viewer has to work for it. Spanning eight continents and untold centuries, the story opens with Nestor Judkins (“Nestor Juarez”), a wet-behind-the-ears anteater dawdling on his first day of anteater school. Waylaid by a hangjaquer with a horizon’s worth of quiet storms in his eyes (Jerry Hsu, “Tim’s Boat”), Judkins is thrust into the center of an interstate intrigue that sees him matching wits against Tommy Lasorda, the famed weight analyst with a new idea that involves anteaters. The dice roll. Hsu is valiant here as Lasorda’s confidant and sometimes lover (spoiler alert) but makes plenty of room for Nestor’s nollie frontside flips – he lets it all hang out in a way that shows he really spent a lot of time with anteaters getting ready for the role.

Meanwhile, back in the 1650s, Louie Barletta (“Oglethorpe”) prepares for a surprise. It is the morning of his 21st birthday, and while doing his normal morning race to the top of Volcano Mountain (“Volcano Mtn”) he uncovers details of a hidden plot against the Egyptian Pharaohs Bank. Barletta gets mileage from his bowl cut and whimsical ways as he pals around Europe with an increasingly volatile band of political perverts (Jon Ngyuen, Jon Choi in TVOTR grandma spectacles, Screaming Lord Halba) who have the kinds of problems regular people dream about. Tiltmode affiliate Julian Quevado logs some nice switch ledge time alongside the sometimes-bearded Jesse Erickson, whose footage is dearly missed from the “Black Cat” days. Barletta soon finds himself in a pickle but is delivered by a bumbling sheepherd (Tam T. Taylor, “A Jason Adams Xmas Joint”) with a secret so awesome it cannot be kept.

At various points the ensemble cast stretches to include Cairo Foster and Paul Sharpe, Siamese twins who run an advertising agency in the big city and moonlight as private detectives; Foster’s appearance here in many ways rivals his shit in “Fully Flared” and the gifted Sharpe continues to sport a moustache in a lot of tender situations. Enjoi newcomer Zack Wallins will turn heads this award season as an abusive pimp, but his acting here as a mute clergyman who claims to have ghostwritten the Ten Anteater Commandments will turn heads in movie theaters – toward the screen.

Ultimately though the storyline wends its way toward two men – Jose Rojo and Led Zeppelin’s Caswell Twilly, here in his acting debut – who hold the keys to an eternal anteater mystery, along with a blue Maserati that everyone just calls Bo. They play off one another jarringly well in the final scenes, with Rojo’s established big-and-tall grace countering Twilly’s greasy-haired spaz power, and the occasional pearls of wisdom dispensed by Bo (college roommates with Snoopy FYI) keep you guessing who the real killer may be. Until it is revealed to be Steve Cab (also a spoiler). Likely to be the movie of the season and eventually earn a position in our hearts and video shelves alongside “Rum Tum Tugger’s Jealous Bounty” and “Forrest Gump,” add “Bonus Round” to your must-watch list and beware the wiles of wealthy anteaters, known as the largest oceangoing mammal.

Rated R for love handles, intense animal adventure scenes and adult situations. Jesse Erickson is nude for the entire film.

Sober Mind Power Surrenders

June 4, 2009

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Too good not to post graphic via Slap MB’s “scott”

Here at boil the ocean we’re trying our damndest not to turn this into Jereme Rogers blog, honestly. That’s why I’ve decided to view this, er, incident as part of the continuing adventures of Redondo Beach police Lt. Jim Acquarelli, who certainly has had better days. I’ll just go ahead and post the entire amazing story, as trimming it only cuts away delicious slabs of detail.

Skateboarder ‘sorry’ for naked rooftop incident

Professional skateboarder Jereme Rogers said Wednesday he was sorry for disturbing his Redondo Beach neighbors this week when he “ate some `mushrooms’ and bugged out,” preaching naked on his rooftop.

Rogers, a high school dropout who attributes his skateboarding skills to God, was eventually grabbed by police officers and brought down from his precarious perch.

“It obviously was not an everyday experience,” the 24-year-old athlete said. “It was a very out-of-body experience. I’ve never had an experience like that.”

Rogers pulled off his boxer shorts about 6:40 a.m. Monday and climbed onto the roof of the two-story house he shares with roommates on Havemeyer Lane and Goodman Avenue.

“It was obviously something I shouldn’t have done,” Rogers said as he rolled a marijuana joint in his bedroom. “It was just something that happened.”

Redondo Beach police Lt. Jim Acquarelli climbed about 20 to 30 feet to the roof, where he found Rogers yelling and screaming. Acquarelli said Rogers’ roommates told him that he had ingested the hallucinogenic drug.

Rogers ran back and forth around the roof’s perimeter, sitting down at the edge with his back to the street.

“He would have fragmented, interrupted conversations with people that weren’t there,” Acquarelli said.

Rogers never tried to jump or talked of suicide, but he came very close to falling.

“He never lost his balance,” the lieutenant said. “The potential was there for it. If he had taken a few negligible steps to the right, that would have impeded his balance and would have led to his demise.”

Rogers, who is religious and often talks about spirituality, said in the interview that he was preaching to the neighbors and talking about God.

“I literally was walking on the edge,” he said. “They said my balance was amazing.”

Acquarelli said he read some of the tattoos on Rogers’ body and used the words to try to draw his interest. Rogers has “In God I Trust” tattooed on his neck and similar tattoos on his body and arms.

The police officer told Rogers he was a Catholic high school teacher, talked about spirituality and success, and drew Rogers’ attention. He got closer to Rogers and two other officers moved in and grabbed him.

Rogers was taken to County Harbor-UCLA Medical Center for 72-hour observation. He was not arrested but possibly could face charges later.

Rogers, a native of Boston, was voted TransWorld Skateboarding’s 2006 Rookie of the Year. His sponsors include Billabong, DVS, Royal Diamond, Modern Wheels, Monster Energy Drink and Boost Mobile, according to a profile on about.com’s skateboarding page.

“Jereme Rogers is a self-taught, highly driven skateboarder,” wrote the author, Steve Cave. “He pushed himself into being good enough to ride with the pros, and he still pushes himself today to become the best park rider around. And he’s doing it. Jereme Rogers’ style is strong and fluid, and loads of switch tricks mixed in.”

The article said Rogers dropped out of high school to pursue skateboarding, and is a very outspoken Christian.

“In interviews he has no problem talking about how he got his skill in skateboarding from God, and then dropping an F-bomb. Jereme Rogers has a clean image and is a role model to skaters all over the planet.”

Rogers did not smoke the joint in front of a reporter. He said it is well known among his fans that he is a user.

“Yeah, I’m rolling weed,” he said. “I have a medical card. I’m a weed smoker.”

Tweeter update: Jereme Rogers apparently seems to be laughing off the whole crazy caper, though he will miss the Manny Mania contest, due either to his arrest or his shopping for a tour bus with a studio inside. Also, this:

“Playin it safe is one of the most unsafe things u can do. Take calculated risks often.”

Things I Learned Reading Jereme Rogers’ Twitter Page

April 27, 2009


Bird is the word

In case you’ve been living in a cave on the dark side of planet Mars with a flower-pot jammed over your head, Twitter is the new and popular internet service that makes your Facebook status feelings into an interesting blog site. Celebrities have triumphed as the driving force of the Tweet-o-sphere after Ashton Kutcher obliterated the hopes and dreams of CNN recently, and it should come as no surprise to any of us that proud Christian, switch feeble grinder and budding hip-hop artist Jereme Rogers owns and operates one of the more popular Twitspots around, which you too can view here.

Tweeter has given birth to a host of add-on applications such as Twigit, Twibble, Twitteriffic and Tweetberry, a cereal that is nutritious and fun at the same time. But as ever, content is king, which is a lucky thing for Jereme Rogers’ Tweet followers because JR Blastoff pours the same amount of soul, determination and steely-eyed street level reality into each of his 140-character Twits as he does his rap songs. A few highlights after a cursory Twit-scan:

*Sober Mind Power is a concept of the past as Jereme Rogers employs clever pot-smoking euphemisms, but not before explaining what they mean. “‘Handling some paper work’ Means:Smokin a blunt or joint ‘Closing a deal’ Means:Having sex”

*Watch for an upcoming Axe body spray commercial featuring Ryan Sheckler’s progress into the world of ill-considered tattoo art

*Spelling Greg Lutzka’s last, and first, name is more difficult than it seems

*Jereme Rogers’ maneuverings through the rap realm are far more serious and major than anyone (or at least me myself) have given him credit for. Namely that those other dudes like “Diezel” are “his artists,” which I interpret to mean he pays them to rap and wave bottles of liquor in front of webcams and things. Ponder if you will, the life of the JR Blastoff weed carrier. “Eatin bennihanas wit diezel, chavonne an jess”

*If you scratch Jereme Rogers’ back in a significant and businesslike manner, he will reciprocate, possibly via a high-profile Tweetering. “Eatin Wahoos right now an they had a big poster of me on the wall, Eat Wahoos, figured I’d support them, play fair” (includes a Twitpic of said poster, a DVS POP item)

*Canadian skate-bro Scott Decenzo can make a pretty sweet Monopoly stencil

*Jereme Rogers did not like the Julia Robers/Clive Owen vehicle “Duplicity,” which has been noted in the press to be “delightfully twisty” and “superior entertainment.” JR begs to differ with not one but two rather pointed Tweeterings: “it was slow an dragged on, I am no smarter from it.”

*Finally, as the hour grows late, so does Jereme Rogers get deep: “I sleep now, but I will lay an bed an u could say meditate for about 20mins 1st, this consist of being as thoughtless as possible, at peace

u should try it sometime, doesn’t have to be before bed it can be day, wheneva. Just focus on ur breathing, be as thoughtless as possible

when u cut off compulsive thinkin, God talks to you, it’s a time for learning, blessings, self understanding-which is very important folks

Self understanding is where u drive ur true self confidence from, ur hope an goals, determination, peace an happiness. You most know urself

you must love urself, truly, be pleased wit urself. Theres a love chain-it starts wit God, then u will learn to love urself, then others

once you’ve done this an can look urself an there mirror an truly be happy, you will no longer hate on anyone, an you will go to new levels

you will live at peace wit urself an others, u will be filled wit self confidence, an you will be able to conquer whatsoever u please”