Archives for August 2022

Time To Make Millionaires

God and I have been talking.
About you.

Well actually, about us.
As a People.

What is my role?

I did a video about this matter last week. Watch it here:

When George Floyd was publicly executed in front of the world, the visual of his executioner’s brazen direct stare into the eye of the world via the video, changed me.

I stopped being a marketer and turned all of my platforms over to social change, specifically, justice for George, Ahmaud, and Breonna.

I wanted to give us language to speak back to the enemy who kept painting racial violence as law and order of Black bodies. So I broke out my PhD books from my dissertation from Stanford, and took to social media to equip us against racist attacks because we had the gall to say “Black Lives Matter.”

I stood for justice for George, Ahmaud, and Breonna. It’s taken over two years and each one of these precious souls have been awarded justice—however imperfect.

As I educated us about speaking back to Racism and White Supremacy, I realized Black America has a spending power of over 1.6 TRILLION and yet we are at the bottom of nearly every social economical statistic in America.

How can we spend 1.6 trillion but be broke as a people?

Two ways: non-conscious spending behaviors and an unwillingness to work together.

Historically, when we worked together, we thrived economically. When we haven’t—cultural genocide.

The solution is simple: work together.
Except we don’t trust each other.
And rightfully so.

From slavery to president day America, we are pitted against each other for survival. So in order to get a head or stay alive we have had to throw each other under the bus. It’s a historical wound, rooted in oppression, undistinguished as such.

It just looks like attitude, crabs in a barrel, or pathology.

The access to working together is healing. Again, one has to be willing. I have discovered in the last two years that while people KNOW healing would make ALL the difference, some people are not willing to do so.

Then what am I to do?

How do I empower us to heal the emotional and economic trauma, on worldwide display as George’s murderer staring in the eye of the camera, if we are not willing to heal so we can stand and prosper to effect change?

So God and I talked it through.
And this is what we came up with.

Focus on the money.

If we had a collective of millionaires who were committed to the emotional and economic emancipation of us as a People instead of Individualism, a percentage of that group would become billionaires.

Billionaire status is not about money.

It is the gateway to infatuating the infrastructure of America.

This is where change happens.
It has to be bought.
And it can be.

So I’m taking it on.

I’m shifting my focus back to money and I’m taking on making millionaires.

I will be focusing on entrepreneurs instead of the general audience because entrepreneurs have skin in the game. They will do WHATEVER it takes to become millionaires, be it healing, learning new skills, investing in themselves, developing team, etc. Entrepreneurs ENJOY the hunt. And they are willing to work together to achieve an outcome that is bigger than them.

So I’m focusing my energy, time, and resources into making millionaires. I’m designing a brand new program to do just that. Stay connected to know when it’s done.

Please know that I’m building this for you.

I know that may sound crazy to you right now. I know. Every cultural shift began when one person was willing to stand and take action for what they loved.

I. Love. You.

And I know how to make millions, touch millions, and reach millions. It’s pretty simple, really.

So I’m taking it on.

I thank you for loving me and walking with me as I evolve.

I love you,

Dr. Venus

Grace begets miracles…

Grace begets miracles…

Dana Chanel
shared that she was terrified about being with a man who could not provide financially.

The fear came from her childhood being raised by a single mom. The lack of financial support had an emotional impact on her mother’s ability to nurture her.


Her mom’s need to provide for two children, without financial support from her father, used up all her resources.

Here is the three-minute reel:

As I listened, my heart broke in a beautiful way. This three-minute reel gave me compassion for my mother. It also spotlighted the loss of not having my father in my life.

Often we see our moms and/or dads as “parents” instead of “people.” Human beings without a manual, adapting and providing for us at the cost of emotional intimacy and support.

This phrase from Dana touched my heart in a tender, aching place:

“She deserves my grace.” Wow.

I believe strongly we access the God of our understanding through grace.


How often I have withheld it as a form of petty payback.

Villainizing people I loved for acting out their wounds on me.

As I’ve healed, I see now how tragically wounded people are.

Until enough of us heal to the point grace wins over righteous finger-pointing, payback, or justification for petty malicious behavior, we will continue to blame and tear each other to shreds.

I say no.

I love you too much to be right about how wrong you are.

What if we shifted our way of relating from “you’re wrong” to “you’re wounded?”

We want compassion, empathy, understanding—but do we give it?

Or do we make people pay for their sins?

I know I have.
It got me nothing.

I had to realize that my righteous anger didn’t take the pain away.

It only kept me trapped in the past.

But when I found grace I was clearly able to see the lesson, but more importantly the BLESSING from the pain!

If Momma hadn’t put me out, I would never have gone to high school to eat.

Had I not gone, I would never have met the teacher who saved my life.

Had I not met my teacher, I would have never graduated from high school then college.

Me going to school created a new trajectory for my bloodline.

My brother went from hustling to getting a Masters degree.

My nieces and nephew have professional careers.

My mother received a citation from the city of Baltimore for starting a community garden.

Be clear: I did NOTHING directly to cause these results. Because I can identify the blessing from the bad stuff, how can I resent it? When I can own the blessing, grace is a natural fall out.

Much like Joseph and his brothers who tried to kill him, it all served a greater good. But you will never see it if you don’t have grace.

Question: who deserves your grace today?

I encourage you to give it.
Grace begets miracles.

I love you,

Dr. Venus

Sex: Sin or Human Nature?

I pray a lot.
I do my best to do what I feel is God’s will for my life.
One of my biggest “sins” is desiring to be desired. 
I will be the first to say it: 
I’m a heathen. 
A strumpet.
A brazen hussy.
Is sex a sin or human nature?
It always perplexed me that God would build it into “human nature” to desire, but sex/lust is a “sin.”
I comprehend self-control.
I sometimes feel set up by God to lose if it’s human nature to have desire. Especially when desire is coupled with the word “love.”
I’m clear about marriage and “waiting” so I’m not fighting the Bible. There is wisdom in waiting. I am not pure. I don’t know if a man would actually wait to consummate for more than the Steve Harvey sanctioned three months before making a move or moving on.
I know people exploit others sexually under the auspices of love.
As an unprotected child of the streets, in order to be “loved” I was taught how to please.
Where I come from, everything had a price.
So I have love/sex, obedience/power violence/submission conflated. It’s taken decades to distinguish each dynamic from each other, which I have.
AND I have appetites I refuse to feed.
As a single, successful, and destiny-driven Black Woman, I’m being with how to live single when I miss tenderness and the erotic. I don’t mean “booty calls” or “friends with benefits.”
I desire authentic connection.
Soul-stirring stimulation.
Purpose-driven passion.
I sometimes wonder can I love God and be in love simultaneously?
I am spitting distance from reaching the world through television. So I’m wondering if learning to live single is learning how to be alone.
That’s the hard part for me.
I miss companionship.
What of wooing?
Passionate gasps in the dark?
I desire desire but not with just anybody.
I REQUIRE a partner who is already doing or has done  the internal work so I’m not solely doing the emotional heavy lifting.
I REQUIRE a partner who is already accountable, responsible, and successful so my upward spiral to stardom is not a problem for him but a point of pride.
I REQUIRE a partner who has profound personal integrity, emotional intelligence, and financial stability so we compliment each other instead of competing.
I want an equal.
And I am asking God to heal me so completely and make me so whole the Black Man God has for me, reveals himself.
…be at peace that my calling is bigger than my flesh. I need to kill my flesh, daily, and be at peace with celibacy…
…for the rest. of. my. life.🤦🏾‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️🥴
Pray for me.
Pray hard.😥🤣🤦🏾‍♀️

Breonna Justice

Falsified warrant.
Excessive force.
Wrong location.

More than two years after Breonna Taylor was murdered in her home while sleeping, four police officers have been indicted, of which three are facing lifetime imprisonment.

Here’s the kicker: none of these police officers are the ones who shot Breonna.

The police officer, who riddled Breonna’s body in her bed, got off because her boyfriend shot in self-defense at an unknown shooter who had entered their home.

The unknown shooter was the police.

Because Breonna’s boyfriend shot, the courts justified the police for firing.

Over two years later, four other police officers are facing prison for lying. Three falsified information to get the warrant approved by a judge to raid Breonna’s home in the first place. One police officer recklessly shot ten times AFTER Breonna was dead, endangering neighbors.

Here is a link of the Attorney General holding these four criminal cops accountable:

I am also including a New York Times article that clearly lays out what each officer did, their cover-up meeting in a garage as well as the lies they told to the FBI and other legal agencies:

With that being said, I take a moment to grieve the tragic loss of a Black girl’s life.
Black life has been so disposable.
Her momma waited 874 days for justice.

Could you imagine the anguish? I can.

And while I am truly grateful for the level of accountability being realized toward the police (it’s HUGE) all my heart can feel is Breonna is dead.

I cry.

A Black girl sacrificed. Caught in the crossfire, literally, of love and the law.
A Black girl with dreams…just like me.
A Black girl working on her life…just like me.

We had to FIGHT for Breonna.
More so than Aubrey.
More so than George.

We always had to fight to make Black Lives matter.

Even in death.

My prayer is these charges against the police will set a precedent.
No consequence no change.

By holding these police accountable for murdering Breonna unjustly (then lying about it🤬) I’m timidly hopeful for future accountability and jail time for bad cops.

I cry.
I pray.
I hope.