Life Lesson Learned--Never Use Copyrighted Music in your YouTube Video

 Life Lesson Learned--Never Use Copyrighted Music in your YouTube Video

By, Cassandra George Sturges

I want to share with you a life lesson, I learned about using copyrighted music. In a few of my YouTube videos, I used music from James Brown, Waylon Jennings, and Barry White a few years ago.

My understanding was that any monies from those videos would go to their record companies. I don’t know why—but I was totally 100% cool with this arrangement. I feel like I love their music so much, they are popular and I am not--- no problem.

While checking my status on Social Blade, I noticed that Sony BMG  network claimed ownership of my YouTube channel and this absolutely blew my mind.  ( I check frequently—so this was a new development) There was no agreement between Sony BMG  and myself; and as far as I know, they are not the owners of any of the music that I used in my  3-4-year old YouTube videos with copyrighted music.

I wrote Social Blade, inquiring about the recent claim on my YouTube channel. Social Blade explained to me that some of my YouTube videos contain copyrighted music. They told me to remove those videos and then contact them again.

I removed the videos immediately, contacted Social Blade and within minutes, the claim was removed from my YouTube Channel.

I learned a very valuable lesson,  I never saw anything wrong with giving up any and all monies associated with 6 of my YouTube videos with copyrighted music—until they wanted monetary ownership of my entire YouTube Channel.  

All of the money, time, and energy that I put into creating my videos, I should have looked for royalty free music. I spent over two weeks looking for music that would have the same sexy, soulful vibration as Barry White and James Brown.

The YouTube Video of DeMatter and Nebula floating through the clouds was inspired by  one of my favorite Waylon Jennings songs, “Come With Me.”  

It was so frustrating looking for royalty free music--, but I found a few songs and artists that I now love. One of my favorite YouTube Audio Library musicians is Silent Partners. Their music is awesome!!!!

Long story short, everything happens for a reason. When I was not uploading videos twice a week—no one cared about my YouTube channel, however, when I started submitting videos consistently—someone attempted to take everything before there was any financial compensation.

Truth be told,  I wouldn’t have noticed because, I started making DIY craft tutorial videos as a way to maintain my sanity by sharing what I love to do with others. I think this is how so many artists and athletes get into financial trouble. We love what we do so much that we forget to handle our business.

If you are reading this, please cross your T’s and dot your I’s. You don’t know who is watching you to lay claim on all of your hard work. 

Moreover, don’t use copyrighted music on your work under the contractual agreement that  the record company  is paid every dime from the video and you get zero. I can’t believe that I thought this arrangement was okay.

Any who…

After submitting my final grades for my summer classes, I will be in Ventopia, typing Jungle Beauty Goddesses book 3  “Aquatic Ball;” sewing a new body for Jungle Beauty Goddess Sinai and Dr. Lunar M. Crater (AKA) Mr. Moon Man Lover.

After, I remake these characters; I will focus my energy on creating Episode 7 of the Jungle Beauty Goddesses YouTube Series based on their book series.

Each every Monday,  I will publish an excerpt from the Jungle Beauty Goddesses Series, Book 1 “Pretty Blue Ball.”

Fantasy Fiction Book- Jungle Beauty Goddesses -- I Knew You Could Do It

  Fantasy Fiction Book- Jungle Beauty Goddesses -- 

Chapter 1 Seven Baby Sisters

Excerpt 1:    "I Knew You Could Do It"

The love between Dematter and Nebula is vaster than the infinite cosmos. It has no beginning and no ending. Outer space is filled with the fragrant, hot ether of the excess breath of Dematter and Nebula’s kisses that created the cosmos and all of its stars. The meshing of their beings is the force of all of creation that ensues every dawn and dusk.

 Upon rising and before sleep, Nebula devours Dematter’s masculine energy that tastes like black licorice and ravishes his all-ness into a swooning pool of decadent gratification. The heat of his warm breath smells like cardamom. Nebula’s inner being is tormented in pleasure by the force of DeMatter’s burning desire.

 DeMatter feasts on Nebula's intoxicating beauty and absorbs the sweetness of her tender love. Dematter’s tongue tantalizes every atom of Nebula’s sumptuous curves, galaxies, and planets until she explodes blissfully throughout the boundless universe. Her feminine energy envelopes his throbbing virility into submission; and he succumbs into the divinity of her grace.

Approximately fourteen billion years ago, once they were ready to conceive, Dematter and Nebula kept their promise to each other and made love more passionately than they had ever done before. The volatile electric sparks from Dematter’s and Nebula’s kiss caused a Big Bang that birthed the universe. Dematter and Nebula agreed to give each birth-set of their children a beautiful planet ball as a present for their seven millionth birthdays.  

 In the town of Ventopia, on the outskirts of the Universe, two miles past infinity DeMatter took in a deep breath of dark energy and dark matter as he sat on the cliff of all that is and nothing at all. This was also DeMatter’s favorite place to come think and meditate.

 The bubbles he blew from his mouth floated into the star lit universe. The bubbles transformed into colossal twirling balls. The twirling balls of planets of various shapes, sizes, and elements created clusters that formed googolplexes of galaxies.

 DeMatter and his wife Nebula, gave their children planets when they reached an  age of maturity to create, develop,  and assist various life forms and beings. Among many lessons, they told their children repeatedly is-- that just because you create a being or life form… it doesn’t mean that it belongs to you. And by providing too much help or the wrong type of support can be a poison that destroys the giver and the receiver. 

 “Always, always, always keep a distance from your beings!” DeMatter raised his fist up and yelled  into the cosmos, “How many times have we told our children always maintain a distance from the life forms on their planets! They are not your friends! They are not your peers! They are not your puppets! They are to be ruled by the natural laws of their planets. 

 Your job is to help them-- help themselves. Help them connect to their own divinity—not become the worshiped object of their imperfections. You will never be enough..do enough.. to fulfill the emptiness inside of their being. The treasures of life are found within their own beingness—not without. Turning the water into wine; multiplying the fish and bread to feed the crowds;  healing the sick; walking on water…  The jealousy. The self-pity. The envy. The greed.

Why did you do this son! How many times have your mother and I warned you not to use magic!  You know this! In time and space dimensions, it is imperative for beings to connect the relationship between their thoughts, actions, and outcomes for optimal evolution.  Why is it that you can save them..but you can’t save yourself from them? Hmmm?  Because self-sacrifice violates your own divinity and renders one powerless.

Thump! DeMatter clutched his chest every time the rock hit the nail. Thump! An even sharper pain  pierces through his heart; DeMatter clutches his chest even tighter. After several thumps,complete silence permeates the cosmos, before the most arduous sound  of all; Dematter hear his son cry out, “My father, my father, why have you forsaken me?”  The sound of a wounded supernova explosion erupted from DeMatter’s soul force and rippled throughout the universe.

While rubbing his temples in a circular motion, he pondered to himself; should I use my powers to save my son? If I save my son will I ultimately destroy him in in comprehensive ways?; how will saving my son impact the lives of the life forms and beings who look up to him?

What if I don’t save my son? My wife is pregnant with our seven daughters, if she knew our son was in danger…If something happened to him..would she forgive me? Could she forgive me? We have never lost a child before. All of our children know that the way home is to align their emotional and consciousness beingness with their highest vibration. Maybe our son will remember this  before it’s too late. If he doesn’t make it home, will I be able to forgive myself?

Nebula needs me now. The sectuplets are due at any given moment. I’ll connect with  Shiva and Quan Yin and ask them to come home and help their mother. Meanwhile, I need to figure out what to do about Jesus, DeMatter surmised.

When DeMatter arrived home, Shiva and Quan Yin were sitting in the family room, drinking lavender tea, whispering about the beings on their planets. The moment they noticed that DeMatter had arrived, they both stood up and ran over to hug him. Quan Yin buried her head in DeMatter’s beard and exclaimed, “Daddy, I love you so much” while trying to spit his beard hair out of her mouth. Shiva’s arms were wrapped around his sister’s back and his father’s waist. “Father, I love you; what do you need?”

“Your brother, Jesus is in trouble. The beings on his planet have nailed him to a cross and left him to die. I don’t want to worry your mother. She is pregnant with your seven baby sisters, they are due to be born any moment,” DeMatter whispered. 

Father, do you need us to go to his planet and fetch him?” Shiva asked.

“No, that wouldn’t be a good idea. You would be putting your own life at risk. You don’t know how dense the energy fields are; or what the beings on his planet would do to you.

“They can’t do anything to me. When I finish with them, they will forget they ever existed. I will..

“Shiva!” DeMatter hissed. “Your brashness, your wrath, and your need for revenge will mire you to the emotional gravity of that planet. You would be a welcomed visitor to their planet and recognized as one of them. Soon you would forget why you are there… even why you are so angry.  You will become everything that you are fighting against.”

“But father, Jesus is my brother. Those beings wouldn’t like it very much if I hurt their brother. Maybe they need to understand that there are consequences for their actions.”

Kuan Yin body trembles, and she moves her head from side to side, while hugging her father tighter, she mutters, “No daddy, who would hurt Jesus? He loved his beings more than he loved himself. He gave them everything they ever wanted. Why would any life form want to hurt Jesus?”

DeMatter softly growls, “You are gods and goddesses, divinity of the  universe, rulers of planets, “This is not the time to fall apart. You must be strong. Take care of your mother. Stay by her side. I am going to meet with the archangels. We are going to devise the best strategy to bring Jesus home for the highest good for all parties involved…before its too late.” Dematter answered. I need both of you to go and check on your mother. While I…”

Before DeMatter could finish what he was saying, he saw archangel Theodore, lay Jesus’s unconscius body on the couch a few feet away from where they were standing. DeMatter knelt down beside his son, and hugged him with tears streaming down. “I love you so much. I love you so much. I knew you could do it son. I knewwww… you could do it,” DeMatter whispered into Jesus’s ear.

Archangel Theodore told DeMatter that Jesus was perfectly fine. “The moment he forgave his beings completely and absolutely, he ascended back home,” Archangel Theodore said before he flew away as stealthy as he had arrived.

The next morning, Jesus opened his eyes and looked directly into his father’s eyes. “I love you, son. I love you so much,” DeMatter uttered.  “I know Jesus” whispered before  scanning the room. He saw his mother and siblings sleeping by his bedside. Kuan Yin fell asleep rubbing his feet. Shiva was holding his hand, and was asleep on one shoulder. His mother, Nebula had her arm around his neck and asleep on his other shoulder. Jesus could feel his mother’s wet tears on his neck, shoulder, and pillow. It appeared that she had cried herself to sleep.

 

By, Cassandra George Sturges

Excerpt from Book 1 Jungle Beauty Goddesses Blue Ball

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Why Gun Control in America Kill the Right People

Why Gun Control in America Kill the Right People

Guns control the African American male population and while providing a profit to the companies that produce guns and bullet...Black people around the world-- still justify their tribal enslavement of each other—yet vilify the enslavement by Europeans. 

Spiritually, I see this as the Law of Attraction working as a testament that like attracts like. Black people are preaching Black Lives Matter-- but the small print on the sign reads: we are only allowed to kill each other daily. Our lives only matter if a white person shoots us.

By, Cassandra George Sturges

Americans defend their right to bear arms under the second amendment.  I work at a community college where several of my colleagues carry concealed weapons. There have been incidents where students and parents have walked around campus with unconcealed weapons.  I find this behavior unnerving. Guns, aggression, and violence is deeply woven into American culture starting with the annihilation of Native Americans, not to mention 300 hundred years of slavery and Jim Crow Laws, The Chinese Exclusion Act,... so forth and so on.

If you know anything about America, you know that guns and violence is as American as Apple pie. Every time a new act of violence hits the American news wave, people begin re- asking why are guns legal; Why can’t we make it more difficult for some people to buy guns?; Why don’t we have more gun control in the United States?

Well I might as well throw my two cents in while waiting for my YouTube craft tutorial videos to render. First off, I would like to say: WE do have gun control in America that is working perfectly. People just don’t want to accept it.

Guns control the African American male population and while providing a profit to the companies that produce guns and bullet.

Guns are created for one purpose and one purpose only—to take a life- whether it is a person or animal. I don’t know what the numbers are but I am pretty sure that companies that manufacture guns and bullets make multi-millions of dollars. If I manufactured guns and this was  how I provided for my family and maintained my luxurious lifestyle—I don’t think I would give up my company. I mean let’s be honest, law enforcement and our military personnel need guns to protect our communities and country.

I don’t mind people hunting with guns. I am not a vegetarian. 

But, I don’t think this is the type of gun control and violence that people are angry about. I think people are angry about the ease at which any American can own a gun. I don’ t want to sound pessimistic but I think the collective, mainstream American spirit is perfectly in alignment with the current gun control laws for 3 reasons.

Gun Control Reason # 1

Guns are profitable for the dominant group in society. If guns were being created by companies owned by people of color—they would have little value in a white dominated society. Businesses owned by ethnic groups are (indirectly) expected to earn marginal profits from  restaurants, dry cleaners, and neighborhood convenience stores and gas stations. Therefore, the production of guns is a hugely profitable business that maintains a wealthy, powerful position for the dominant class of people in America.

Gun Control Reason # 2

The second reason that tighter gun control laws are not enforced in America is because the number one cause of death for an African American male between the ages of 16 and 25 is to be shot by another African American male-- This is a two for one deal that diminishes the African American male population, power, and progress. 

The Black male who is shot and killed propels a sense of hopelessness, self-hatred, and trauma throughout the African American community that reinforces a subliminal message of lack of control over one’s destiny and a dependence on outside sources for spiritual growth and self-esteem.

Black people in America are so outraged when a cop kills a black male—yet have accepted the norm of Black on Black crime. As a people, we don’t understand that society is only reflecting back to us—how we feel about ourselves.  This reminds me of the beginning of slavery. It is well documented that the African tribe members collected and sold their own African slaves to the Europeans.   

Black people around the world-- still justify their tribal enslavement of each other—yet vilify the enslavement by Europeans. Spiritually, I see this as the Law of Attraction working as a testament that like attracts like. Black people are preaching Black Lives Matter-- but the small print on the sign reads: we are only allowed to kill each other daily. Our lives only matter if a white person shoots us.

Can’t we see—that Black people are being treated the way we collectively treat -- each other-- as a people? We can’t get mad at White people for not valuing our lives—when we don’t value each other.

Gun Control Reason # 3

The third reason that gun control is effective in America is because the majority of prisoners in America are men of color, predominately African American males. The African American male who goes to jail participates in a form of slave labor making products for major corporations for less than a quarter an hour. Many of our prisons have out sourced their services to the private sector who earn millions of dollars. I bet there are no people of color with prison contracts for services rendered. Here in Michigan there are towns where the primary employer is the prison system.

The added plus is that prisoners are not allowed to vote—so their political voices are silenced. If white males were being killed and incarcerated by gun violence at the same rate as African American males, I believe that guns would be banned in America.

Even though white Americans are killed by guns, the numbers are extremely low in comparison to people of color. And I think the people who manufacture guns look at white deaths in terms of profits and losses and write them off as collateral damage—especially police officers—since they signed up knowing the potential risk for danger.

So, I think my video has rendered. Thank you for listening.