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The Lost Simba Syndrome: Stop Adding Garbage and Start Burning the Veil

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The Lost Simba Syndrome: Stop Adding Garbage and Start Burning the Veil We are drowning in synthetic noise, and most of you are calling it "progress." Every single day, the matrix hands you a new piece of digital malware: a new hustle to exhaust you, a new historical trauma to internalize, a new standard of comparison designed to keep you trapped in a loop of anxiety and shame. You’ve been trained to believe that growth means adding more—more commitments, more titles, more weight. That is a lie designed to smother your fire. In the rich tradition of Madagascar, the ancestors left us a profound truth: "Justice is like fire; even if one covers it with a veil, it still burns." Your true self, your ancestral blueprint, is that fire. But right now, it’s suffocating under a heavy veil of systemic conditioning and self-inflicted clutter. You are operating like Lost Little Simba from the Warrior Handbook for Life’s Journey —a king living among the herd, convinced he’s just...
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Circle in the sand- Preston J. Harrison

Circle in the sand, PorthmeorImage by Mags via Flickr
I drew a circle in the sand and stood on the outside.
Letting the inner part reflect what was left for me to hide.
I let the arc of the circle serve as the border,
as the line between in and out represented the order.
We often draw lines that don't mean anything,
while contained in the frames are "the blues" plenty sing.
What's lost in translation is what's gained without pride,
without ego and fear around the circle's outside.
Were all trapped in a circle that's not even there,
imprisoned by doubts and illusions we share.
Our friends serve as wardens, our families as guards,
and we are the cellmates allowed in the yards.
I stood on the outside feeling totally free,
then drew the conclusion the circle was me.
My mind escaped again as it usually does,
now there's no circle, nor sand?
I doubt there ever was.

                                



Preston J. Harrison
Founder/President
Imperial Integrative Health Research&Development, LLC.
Home of OXYwater.
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