Featured Post

The Sovereign Weight: Why You Must Stop Walking on Grass Bridges

Image
  Let’s stop lying to ourselves. A lot of us are exhausted, not because we lack power, but because we keep trying to build a legacy on cheap, flimsy shortcuts. We’ve been conditioned to look for the easiest route across the chasm, forgetting who and what we actually are. Our Ancestors in the Congo left us a blueprint wrapped in a warning: “Even if skinny, an elephant dares not cross over a grass bridge.” Think about the raw physics of that for a second. You could starve an elephant. You could deprive it of water through a brutal dry season until its ribs show and its energy is depleted. But even a malnourished elephant still possesses the cosmic mass of a giant. Its essential nature cannot be minimized by a bad season. Because of that inherent weight, it cannot trust a bridge made of straw. If it tries to take that shortcut, the structure collapses, and the fall is fatal. As a people, we have endured some of the most brutal economic and systemic dry seasons history has ever seen. W...
Post a Comment

Dream house

Dream-HouseImage via Wikipedia
Have you ever dreamed/
About something so long that/
You thought it was real/



I just woke up from a dream that my mom bought my dream house. Actually this was about the third time I had this dream. She walked me through showing me all the work that needed to be done. I followed quietly, but as she was showing me the rooms that still needed work I shared with her the fact it was a house that I had my eye on for awhile. I described to her what I what I had planned to do with the gigantic old mansion. She listened and told me to come back tomorrow so that we could talk about the possibilities.
I woke up from the dream and tried to remember where this house was in reality, and realized that I dreamed the house up. Which means that this old mansion that I had been pineing for over the last 15 years is not in the world it is in me. I was shocked because i have been dreaming and praying that this house would not be sold. I have run through the house toured the house and even squated in the house. Now I finely realized that this beautiful place that I wanted to raise my children in, build my tribe in, and have functions in was all in me. Better yet it was me. The work on the roof, the clearing out of old rooms, the painting, and advancements such as solar panels, geothermal heat and etc.. has turned out to be work that I need to do on me. I have been waiting all these years to buy, fix up, and move in a house that was already mine. Even deeper on the personal tip it was really me. Today my dream house turned into a break through, so yall have to excuse me as I go into me dream house and get to work.
Nuff said see you Monday
Peace and 1hunidyears

Brother Ha2tim
SelfMasteryCoach
Nation Builder
HipHop Philosopha & Shaman
check me out @
Gyenyamejourney.blogspot.com
Enhanced by Zemanta

Comments

  1. ha2timApril 23, 2011 at 4:51 AM

    Woke and on my way back to sleep. If you be patient I will add pics and my usual book ads later today. I just wanted to make sure that those of you that read and follow the Journey know that it is real. Lessons wake you up out of the dead of sleep, and you just have to put them down or miss a jewel. For those that registerd for the training you will see first hand for yourself. Symbols and metaphores will come alive and give you that needed kick in the ass before dawn sometimes. Wake up out your slumber and tarry with your inspiration for awhile. By the way support the Journey. I'm moving toward full time blogging and social entrepreneurship. purchase a book or click the paypal button.

    ReplyDelete
  2. There's Wisdom WithinApril 23, 2011 at 10:03 AM

    Love this sharing...yes, the lessons on our journey come in many forms. The wise attend to them and recieve the guidance with gratitude and thanksgiving. I look forward to reading your sharing daily and only wish that
    I was able to participate in the self-mastery classes and more...will be getting those books soon. Stay on the move, where's that survey?Peace Shan

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

How to pour Libations

Image
We pour libations/ to connect with all that is/ and to cleanse our hearts/ I need to start this article by stating this information is based on my personal experience. I have been pouring libations for at least 20 years all over the country and personally. Libations for me is a process of remembering, and connecting or re-connecting to not only the Spirit but everything around us . When we pour libations we are opening ourselves as well as the group to the axe ' of the entire Universe . I first must admit that I do not belong to a group, sect or religious order. I am a lay man who have made a personal connection with the world, and the spirit. By pouring Libations we strengthen these relationship. So let me define a few things first so that we can be on the same page. Libations - the process of pouring or giving a sacrifice to form a connection with this world and the spiritual realm. Spirituality - the state of establishing and maintaining relationships Axe...
Read more

The Art of Adaptation: Unveiling the Wisdom of The Bat and The Weasels

Image
  The Art of Adaptation: Unveiling the Wisdom of The Bat and The Weasels “It is wise to turn circumstances to good account.” — Aesop In the world of fables, we often find animals acting out the deepest parts of our humanity. These creatures, symbols of instinct and survival, carry lessons older than time itself. The Bat and The Weasels , retold from the mind of Aesop and reimagined through the lens of Gye-Nyame Journey, isn’t just a tale for children—it’s a guide for those grown folks who still seek mastery. When the World Has You Cornered Here’s the setup: A bat falls to the ground and is caught by a weasel. The weasel hates birds. So the bat, slick with the tongue, says, “I’m not a bird—I’m a mouse.” The weasel lets him go. Later, the same bat falls again. This time, a different weasel catches him. But this weasel hates mice. So what does the bat say? “I’m not a mouse—I’m a bird.” And he gets set free again. Now, you could say the bat was being dishonest. But hold on. Let’s go de...
Read more