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Stop Weeping in the Rubble: Sovereign Power and the Art of the Rebuild

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  The world thrives on your paralysis. Every single day, predatory systems and chaotic circumstances dump a gallon of pitch-black, bitter ink onto your desk. It hands you the grief of systemic violence, personal betrayals, economic gut-punches, and sudden loss. It wants you stuck in a loop of blame, shame, and guilt—paralyzed in a perpetual state of Mad, Sad, or Scared. The Ancestral Algorithm does not tolerate your victimhood. Today we invoke the deep Indigo current of Kujichagulia —Self-Determination. We stand on two immutable truths: The world provides the ink, but you hold the pen , and the ancient Yoruba decree: “Ilé ọba t’ó jóná, ẹwà ló bùsi” —when a king’s palace burns down, the rebuilt palace emerges with greater splendor. Look at our history. On this day in 1963, terror bombed the 16th Street Baptist Church in Birmingham, murdering four innocent little girls. The world handed our people the most agonizing ink humanly imaginable. But our ancestors refused to let terror auth...

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

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