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The Myth of the Perfect Pioneer: Why Our Path to Unity is Supposed to Look Crooked

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The Myth of the Perfect Pioneer: Why Our Path to Unity is Supposed to Look Crooked Let’s stop lying to ourselves. We love to judge the architecture of a bridge while standing safely on the other side, completely forgetting who had to swallow the dirt to build it. An old Akan proverb drops a heavy truth on our laps today: "The one who cuts a path does not know that behind him it is crooked." When you are the first one out in the wilderness hacking through the dense, thorny brush of systemic oppression, generational trauma, and economic redlining, you aren't walking a straight line. You are fighting for survival. Your focus is entirely on the next swing of the machete. Your steps will look jagged, raw, and unpolished. Look at our blueprints: Althea Gibson (1957): She didn't glide gracefully into Wimbledon; she hacked through a brutal, suffocating jungle of white supremacy to claim her crown. Jackie Robinson (1944): Long before the baseball diamond, he was facing down ...
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Head Spin- the rise of Oxywater.

Hahny (Skyliners, Germany) performing a headsp...Image via Wikipedia

Here is a poem written by one of my brothers. he sent it to me and I thought I would share. he is releasing a new product called OXYWATER. It is a powerful drink and you will hear more about it on the Journey.The best part it is good for you and good tasting a rare mix in the bottled water industry. So check out his work. By the way if enough readers comment I might be able to talk him into sending out some samples. Cause you know it gets hot on the Journey.

Head Spin

At times my mind churns and turns,
spinning my thoughts into butter.

I am anxious to see what my heart may feel,
excited, so delighted by the thoughts of the meal.

Seduction happens in a clever way
when I can't express the words I should say.

Redemption happens where truth is summoned,
the reckoning shall cast away the shame.

The mind bends, the eyes shutter, the ears deafen,
my mouth stutters.
My mind spins my thoughts to butter.

I am delighted by thoughts of the meal.

Preston J. Harrison
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  1. UnknownMarch 9, 2011 at 8:29 AM

    Thank you brother! That image it's very accurate in capturing the feeling around the company lately. Preston.

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