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The Fist and the Scorpion: Unlocking True Umoja

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  The Thumb insisted nothing could be held down without his weight. The Index Finger swore he was the leader because he points the way. The Middle Finger looked down upon everyone because he stood tallest. The Ring Finger flaunted his jewelry, and the Little Finger claimed he alone knew the secrets whispered in dark corners. Individually, they were extraordinary. But when a heavy calabash of water was placed before them, none of them could lift it. And when a venomous scorpion crawled onto their mat, their isolated brilliance nearly got the entire arm killed. Listen to episode In our homes and communities today, we see the exact same paradox. We have never had more degrees, more personal titles, or more individual leverage. Yet when real pressure touches our collective doorstep, why does our grip slip? Why do our five gifted fingers refuse to curl inward until the poison is already in the bloodstream? What illusion of safety are we clinging to that makes us prefer being exceptional...

What if- Preston J. Harrison

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                                        What if



What if God was a pit bull and the devil was a pie?
What if Heaven was a house where the backyard was the sky?
What if a telescope and microscope viewpoint was just the same?
What if goodness or evil were just somebody's last name?
If life is but a dream then what happens while we sleep?
In the event of insomnia, who represents the counted sheep?
What if fear was a landlord, would my faith pay him the rent?
If money is power truly, how much of it have I spent?
Why does Love seem to take the bus, while Hate owns a plane?
What if the sun is just plugged in and the ocean has a drain?
What if tomorrow becomes yesterday, would we all be lost in time?
What if silence became noise and we were all to learn to mime?
What if God tripped on a cricket and then He somehow fell,
to split Himself in two dimensions, one Heaven, the other Hell?
What if Jesus was an alien and a poet wrote the bible?
What if man took stock in his own toil and Satan wasn't liable?
What if we treated thoughts like children and they grew up just as fast?
What if pain was ale,  joy was wine and karma the drinking glass?



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




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