The Beyonce, Rihanna, Adele, Lizzo, & Nicki Manaj Concert

Greetings,

My name is Denelsia Walker. I saw online that people were posting on donation sites to be able to afford Beyonce tickets. That leads me to this idea.

Before Aretha Franklin passed this realm, one of my wishes was to see her perform in concert; as many jobs as I worked and side businesses that I formally owned, my money and responsibilities did not financially allow, which I am confident, would have been a wonderful experience to have had in this lifetime.

I am a huge Beyonce fan. I am also a tremendous fan of Adele, Rihanna, Nicki Minaj, Lizzo, Jazmine Sullivan, Megan The Stallion, and Cardi B. A music ensemble to include all these legends does not exist yet. If it did, I would love to see them perform a created musical genius chemically imbalanced track with all their voices crooning over a deliciously dope beat or with an orchestra in their background possessed by unknown fierce kindred spirits out of this galaxy organized by Sasha Fierce.

May that happen this lifetime? If or when it does, I hope to be able to afford the tickets. My request was made for Aretha Franklin and a few other artists when I was a young teenager in high school. Prince, Michael Jackson, James Brown, Tupac, Chaka Khan, Etta James, Whitney Houston, and the list like the beat goes on.

Although I am not a teenager in high school anymore, I still dream. Unfortunately, I was not thought of and birthed until 1977. If I had, Jimi Hendrix would have been on that list too! I still have time to catch Jimmy Page.

"I don't mean to take up all your sweet time; I'll give it back to you one of these days." I thought while waiting for dreams to see legends dance themselves and their instruments across stages I only dared to see. I could fulfill a few personal visions of my own.

Although, I love the legends. I hope to make a legendary life instead. The person I am most a biggest fan of in this third dimension is Denelsia Walker.

I love writing poetry and short stories. Snippets of me can be found on Amazon, Etsy, List Crawler, and Vocal.Media. Singing songs, dancing, and twerking are my favorite past and current times on YouTube, Facebook, Snapchat, Instagram, Twitter, OnlyFans, and on occasion Fetlife. It has been some time, but this past week I sat at the out-of-tune piano at my parent's house to begin the practice of "Never Enough" featured in The Greatest Showman on Earth.

I posed with the violin, which I used to play that was tucked away and hidden in my parent's closet. I picked it up. Its out-of-tune strings still call me with its bow.

I was taking guitar lessons before having to pawn my guitar, drums, rain stick, and much more to put money on a house bill. I have nothing else to pawn but myself.

The house has been sold for Delcia Secrets Contoured LLC, a custom lingerie business that never had a chance to develop its potential fully. However, the $700 gas and $400 light bill have been paid with those funds; plus a few past debts.

I posted donation ads to raise money for the business twice. Not a single red penny, dirty dime, or crooked quarter came in online. Mom did hand me $20 cash. My Etsy and OnlyFans did not bring in enough funds to sustain it the cost of the paperwork for the LLC or my personal websites for books and music.

I will be applying for grants. However, a few of my family members have made it clear they would rather see me struggle at FedEx working part-time than writing books, song writing, creating music tunes, providing tours, selling hand-crafted bras and thongs, club wear, or gowns throughout the nation. Humble pie number one.

I have thirteen original two-piece lingerie outfits created by Remitha Lynn and Company in one out of the two storages that I currently have remaining. When her father died, I whispered in his ear over his coffin at the funeral that I hoped to make his daughter a rich woman.

I have applied for competition in which all individuals had to do for me to win was vote daily. That is when you learn who your true friends are. Humble pie number two.

I would love to have time to work on the lingerie business, plus learn more about Bitcoin and NFTs, especially with me participating in paintings, graphic designs, books, and albums as far as creative arts. NFTS would be suitable for long-term wealth considering artwork.

Instead, the water heater, furnace, and plumbing issues in the house all decided to go out within several months apart of each other. Before I could get the businesses off the ground, three vehicles passed within three years. I lost one of the storages.

Catching a Lyft or Uber at $40-$50 a pop to and from work gets expensive for an individual on the low end of the polarity scale already taking loans from Check Smart or Ace Cash Express. My parents helped out with the second and third vehicle repairs where they could afford to.

If money is not real and life is a game or gamble. Then this real-time pretense stage plays paints a very realistic conceivable illusion. All the higher powers of resistance are not imaginarily whooping my arse on the Hermetic Principles polarity scale.

Now, I'm a "hard worker." I have worked at top companies in the area of health and auto insurance. In physician offices, nursing homes, residential assisted living communities, and tech companies.

I hold several certificates. A GPA of 3.5 from Indiana Business College with an Associate's Degree in Medical Coding. A GPA of 3.92 from Purdue University with a Bachelor's Degree in Business Administration.

For side hustles, I have done independent contractor work bartending for significant events such as Indianapolis 500, Zoobilation, and Indy Pride. I worked in restaurants, performed at poetry events, sang at weddings, modeled, hosted my own Airbnb, and designed graphics.

My first book interview for "Supreme Reign Love Redefined" was with New York Times Bestselling author JL King. He has interviewed with Oprah Winfrey. Wish Tv had featured me for hosting on Airbnb for housing for the Indianapolis 500 when hotels were completely booked.

I did what my parents taught me. That was to obtain an education. Go to college. Work hard at a company. Save enough for retirement. Make sure I tithe 10 % to the church from my income.

Somewhere between working hard at someone else's company, retirement, and giving my money forever to an organization I would never graduate from, such as with a college education. I had an epiphany that there had to be something else to this life. I later learned something else called "The Present," in which I am supposed to live besides working to support myself with six jobs simultaneously.

Those jobs barely paid my bills. I still had to pawn items to rob Peter to pay Paul. What I was doing with my talents every day sitting at a desk job or doing anything else was dying. I divulged more into my writing, but now that I could see clearly, I put the bottle down and gave up AA meetings and drinking.

Upon awakening out of my deep depression. I concluded that those meetings and that bottle were not the issues. I sought the help of a psychiatrist and attended support groups for mental health and my well-being. The mentality in which I was raised was the issue. I needed to reconstruct my thinking process regarding how life and the Universe work.

I weighed 415 pounds. I now weigh 235 pounds. As Sheryl Crow said, "A Change Will Do You Good!" Dancing, yoga, walking in the park, swimming, and meditation are my new best friends. I exchanged to accompany them instead for alcohol, substance abuse, false friends, narcissistic, bipolar, and domestic violent relationships.

Pastors in churches should have shared the truth instead of manipulating and brainwashing their congregations with a false belief system, lost in the wilderness over 40 years like Moses. But I am studying those Magi Books to discover what he learned in the Pharaoh's Palace. I want to learn to throw scepters on the floor that turn into snakes and how to part the Red Sea with the wave of a wand. It would be lovely to complete Mystery School at Maat Temple and and wear that beautiful white robe by years end.

Did the teachers ever stop to think; we would not have as many homeless people if they are all taught in school to fish using their own personal talents to approach or grace our possible God's abundance instead of being one with my God's mind. My consciousness level was separated from my creators. I am glad to see my higher self-tuning in.

Except now that it is, I am staying in a home, not my own. I used to give food and cloths to the homeless. To now being "less a home."

I was planning on heading back to Atlanta for work, doing tours to showcase the known and unknown nightlife. My ad had been up for months on Viator. I had just finished taking photos of all the clubs that I enlisted participation to post on my website. I returned to Indiana to grab the last of my items at my parents' place per their request.

Doing all I can to change my future—the one I deem worthy and livable three days before loading my packed items into my truck, which is a little over a year old with a five-year warranty. My vehicle, Martin Luther King Jr., Day decides to take some time off from its duties.

Atlanta calls, but the car is down?!?! Cost to repair the timing is almost $5,000. When got a third opinion after three towings, I am informed I need a new engine. I suddenly find myself re-reading, " The Little Engine That Could," for a pulmonary breathing treatment.

I am excellent at what I do. Therefore, I have lots of questions. For instance,

Why would the creator give me dreams that I can not afford or that are out of my reach?

Why put songs in me to sing and books to write if I won't be able to afford the copyrights?

Why give me gifts to share with the world if I can not continue to maintain financially being able to share them?

Why have me travel and take pictures to move and re-create my entire life; if there is no vehicle to give a city tour in?

What kind of existence is this?

Does anyone else experience this type of resistance?

Where your mom you stay with temporarily tells your sister, "She will never go to Dubai." At least not while I am alive. Me: Why not? I love traveling. Beyonce just made $24 million over there.

Her answer is "the type of country and how it treats women. Besides, there is nothing out there to see other than death. You are not Beyonce." I have had two passports with no stamps on them since I lived in Stuttgart, Germany.

Dad worked for the Army. We left Germany in 1989. Why would I not have a desire to travel?

Why do I have to be a Beyonce to visit the world's seven wonders? Why would I have to be married for a paid trip to Hawaii? When you took my sister, who does not work and lives with you all for free. This sounds like favoritism, prejudice, judgment, manipulation, and scandals.

After I was done being pissed. I realized that fear was the culprit. People who have dreams must at all cost protect their thoughts and energy from family and friends known as " Fearlings."

Fear of the unknown. Fear of change. Fear of the old you dying and no longer being able to be placed in a suffocating box.

That vision was not given to them. The decided to ignore their vision. You made a choice to carry yours out.

I would enjoy experiencing not just my God's large inheritance once sequenced—all these lovelies are on my lists of destinations to visit. I pray and concoct rituals to declare they will happen in this lifetime in the pathway to the sixth dimension. Dream BIG or not at all.

Destination List:

All the capitals cities of each state in the United States.

Every beach with black sand.

Maybe this death momma dearest refers to can take place at one of these locations. Cremate my body and toss the ashes in the ocean. That would be awesome!

Kenya (Nairobi, Maasai Mara, Great Rift Valley)

Egypt (Cairo, Luxor, Aswan)

Bali (Ubud, Seminyak, Sanur Beach)

Dubai & Abu Dhabi

China (Shenzen, Shanghai, Dragon Gate Grotto)

Hong Kong

India

Bahamas

Belize

Jamaica

Puerto Rico

Hawaii (O’ahu, Maui, Kaua’i, Hawai’i)

France (Paris, Cannes)

Greece (Athens, Paros, Antiparos)

Italy (Rome, Venice, Florence)

Portugal (Lisbon)

Peru

Mexico (Mexico City, Cancun, Guadalajara, Tijuana, Merida, Playa del Carmen, Tulum, Cozumel, Isla Mujeres, Mexico’s Ancients Cities of Chichen Itza, Uxmal & Teotihuacan)

Canada

That is to name a few.

My luck has not the best, but I am brewing up concoctions now. Blessed, I am alive and in wonderful health. When I finish writing this draft up; I will finish up a few cities on the list crawler for the Fifty States in which I have been advertising my poetic storytelling novelty Accentuating Curves & Assassination Hips.

Then start to market it on their website internationally. I want to follow closely in net worth behind New York Best Selling Author Zane. If not her then behind her protege Cairo. Movie Addicted sounds like a party to me! It would be nice to see Deep Throat Diva on the big screen!

Mom would not let me sit at the table on Valentine's Day while marketing. She said, " There is no room for your materials at this table." Those gifts are still waiting to be unwrapped on the table as of 2/14/23. I left the room and marketed the next three days nonstop.

I did not even bother to stop and take a shower or bath. Only to brush my teeth, wipe my face and underarms, and the cut front to back. I won't stop until my name floats around in every state and country internationally.

I have a group called International Poetry Whore on Facebook. In the next few days, we start our First Fifteen Day Peer Book Readings with Reviews. In the group, I have already paved out the plans for the year.

However, my creator continues to find my projects laughable. These unplanned unexpected dilemmas keep arising. Poetry is breath. Therefore, I wont be settling down or leaving anything outside of it alone.

I am wrapping up another book already called "Forgive Yourself. Forgive Others. Do Self-Care. Learn How Not to Give A Duck Going Forward." I thought it would be a good idea to have members read it and already have reviews in place by its official release.

Yes! I want Beyonce tickets, paid airfare to watch her, and a three-day hotel stay while I watch her in one of the many cities she will be in—food funds for my visit. New outfits and lingerie that would not have been purchased at the GW Boutique (GoodWill) but handcrafted by Remitha Lynn & Company for the journey.

Maybe by the time I finish marketing, competing in contests, applying for grants, and selling materials, I can see that dreamed of concert of Beyonce, Adele, Rihanna, Nicki Minaj, Lizzo, Jazmine Sullivan, Megan The Stallion, and Cardi B all singing one musical collaboration on the same stage. I have taken my spiritual bath. In it I placed different colored roses with frankincense and myrrh oil. I gazed at the green candles flame that danced next to the sex on the beach lit incense.

After I said my invocation prayer. The voice in my head said, It is going to be alright, "When You Wish Upon a Star." Until dreams come true, I will party in the bedroom singing

"I think I'm in love with my radio

'Cause it never lets me down

And I fall in love with my stereo

Whenever I hear that sound (oh)

Whenever I hear that sound (oh)

Whenever I hear that sound,"

By Beyonce

If some Janet Jackson happens to be sprinkled in that spectacular line-up. That would be like icing drizzled on the cake. I am simply asking the Universe for a few requests. Leaving my bay leaf with notes under my burning candle for 40 days.

Always Amused. Never Angry.

WEBSITE LINKS:

https://dot.cards/denelsia