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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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Mathematics

All Your Math Are Belong to UsImage by tachyondecay via Flickr
  

Everyone knows that two halves make a whole.

My measure of integrity is one fraction of the soul.
One flesh plus another lying unprotected
adds one nine months later unexpected,
unselected, disconnected cause' your daddy's gonna run.
He's so afraid to be a father cause' no one ever called him son.
That's three minus one, remainder two that's scared to death.
Eighteen years later they'll still be wondering why he left.
The baby's crying, mama's dying as she gives him to the state.
Now it's three minus two remainder one to contemplate.
The problem was simple but was the answer so exact?
Well...they say we can't add, but we sure can subtract.




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