Keith Murray [Full Interview]
“There’s a sense of purpose. Working hard. You do good. You do bad. You get bad. I’m a strong believer in Karma. I’m a strong believer that, at the end of the day, where there’s a will, there’s a way.” -Keith Murray
Keith Murray-Inspired Journal Entry
You look next to you and there are two Asian girls studying their 4 AP exams–Chemistry, psychology, US history and English Lit at a Starbucks where you are crunching numbers for The Love Story Organization. Are what we are doing all supposed to mean something? You had taken those classes some eons ago. Back in Junior year of high school, those “Advanced Placement” classes were the pinnacle of your highest aspirations. You knew the highest goal since you were told in middle school was to get into a good college. That’s all your parents really emphasized. They took care of the rest for you–cooking, cleaning, working, all of it. They just wanted you to go to a good college, get a good job, and meet the man of your dreams–smart, handsome, colleagic. For a while, it did validate you that you’re somebody, perhaps more superior in intelligence than other people? And since your encounter with God in 2013, you realize, what does it all that prove?
That you’re a miss know-it-all. Pretty self-centered, self-absorbed, and ego-centric. Really nothing. It proves nothing.
What really matters is love.
You think about your business and your busy-ness that you are running–running, running, you’re always running. You realize that you are at the fine line between calling it a pipe dream and calling it a multimillion-dollar idea, that with the proper execution, will take off.
Last night, you were having lunch with the former PR person for Steve Jobs. You realize that you two were in the same joke living for the same punchline.
“Was he an asshole?” you ask him.
“Oh, insufferable. He liked me though cause I would push back,” he said.
At that, you smiled. The both of you were addicts breaking bread on the last legs of our time here. Make it purposeful.
He’s out of a PR job. He just started his own PR firm but has no clients. He’s thinking about working a retail job at Wholefoods and had spent the last few months looking at random posts, Linkedin leads for his PR, even though he wants to continue with the wearable heartbeat app.
“So let me get this straight,” you say to him. “You spent the last few months gaining leads to your PR company so you can make income for yourself while living off credit cards and looking up retail jobs?”
“Do you see what’s missing in this picture?” you say. “You just spent the first 30 minutes telling me your possibility of the Connections for Babies idea because that is your story. God gifted you that test to turn it into a solution for others. It’s no longer about you anymore. So how come I have not heard any stories of you actually executing on this possibility?”
The silence was a stark reminder that you were speaking for both of us.
Truth has a vibrational ring to it.
It’s all in the execution isn’t it? you realize as you are writing this journal entry.
“God put me in this 9-day hold recently to remind me what’s important. He’s gifted me the task of executing on the project He tasked me to build. Do you know when I was in the psych ward, there’s a girl there, smart, bright, and a true spoken word artist. She’s being ignored, dismissed, treated like some kind of leper, and forced to take medication and artificial isolation? They are torturing her on the inside. I need to execute on The Love Story. The mental health system is broken and God is hearing all the screams, cries, and anguish of His people. Do you realize that it’s not about me anymore? I had to be there because prior to that, I was half-assing Love Story and making it about “look at me, I’m so cool,” and then I had to get cut down so I can see that it was God all along who was working through me to bring out these possibilities, so I can stand with courage and speak for the hurting and voiceless because that was me in 2013. That was Alejandra in 2014, that was Franklin in 2017, that was Chi in 2018. These are real people with real stories, and …” you go on this rant, but you know you’re onto something.
Earlier that day, you went to the courthouse and God led you to the State Recorder’s office so you can get an extra copy of your Psukhe Interactive DBA. You realize that you need leverage to build your NGO, something you learned through Branson. You admit, you still love him, but the passion has gone out, yet it still lingers, every time you go to K-town, replicating experiences with other people of that amazing evening with B.
Once upon a time ago, you had experienced some sort of sick satisfaction in trolling your former so-called partner, who wanted 40% of a nonprofit that he couldn’t even tap into the concept and depth of what this organization is about. Not that you can have ownership of a public benefit corporation, but he was completely oblivious, blind to service in the guise of serving. Still, even if this was a for-profit enterprise, you would have offered 10% only after he had worked his butt off. You realize he had watched too many movies like Wolf of Wall Street and had glamorized too much America’s hyper-capitalistic systems. Most of the players who talk a big talk come to capitalize off of other people’s energies. Afterall, that’s what the top “players” in this world value as “winning.” You remember the asshole “Angel” who was at Franklin’s vigil that evening. His whole entire aura screamed filth. You wanted to get as far away from him as possible–a man completely soaked in his wicked arrogance. You abhorred him because, in some ways, he reminded you of what you could one-day possibility wind up being without the help and guidance of God. You hated him because he was a stark reminder of the very sin you are fighting–self-serving greed.
It’s an ego-driven world and it’s a sin-filled world. To deny the root of today’s inequalities, angst, and ills while discounting sin and the ego is turning a blind eye and playing dumb to survive and climb the top of the pyramid of empty and meaningless. It’s empty and meaningless because you’re creating for yourself. When you ask God to co-create with you, that’s when true meaning sprouts like tiny mustard seeds.
An After Rant
It’s the glorification of human greed, like Wolf of Wall Street, how rich people can get away with screwing other people over with their false words, that is the root of today’s social ills.
To not call it out, to not take action in creating something counterintuitive to this, is to be part of cancer.
Collectively, we as a human consciousness must first take recognition in the falsities, the niceties, and false niceties of polite society. They run Machiavellian tactics, and for the general population who choose to play dumb or choose to be dumb is also choosing to end their own demise. It is admitting that God has created them flawed. Or rather, that they have lost the battle to the great evil that plagues this dimension.
The truth can only be revealed through fiction. Because in this non-fiction world, there’s too much deceit, forceful threats, and forces that want to shut anyone from telling the truth. Calling someone crazy is a weapon to keep them silent like Silence of the Lambs, and really, only Jesus Christ is the Good Shephard.
So you’re here at the computer, typing away at ways in which you could concoct some sort of platform that allows for a voice –the voice of those who are too afraid to say what’s really been on their minds that they’ve been putting off.
“Hey, here’s a shit pile of misery you’re in, but you should be grateful because at least you’re not in some third world country living in literal shit.”
Your ego speaks. You know it’s a reptilian energy. It is a foreign substance that has latched onto you when you choose to descend down to this planet in this avatar to carry out God’s mission. Now that you’re woke, you got no more excuses to use. You’re activated. The war is happening whether you like it or not. Now play. Fight the good fight.