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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...
Rainy days give us/
a chance to put out what we/
need cleaned in our lives/

Rainy days.... what is it about rainy days that seems to slow everything down. Being on my Journey I am forced to recognize what rainy days do for me. They allow me to slow down and clean up those rough spots in my life. Like the rain cleans the air and the environment, it also helps you clean those rough areas inside you. Take your rainy days to clean yourself up.
Nuff said
Peace & 1hunidyears

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  1. Image by Nic Squirrell
    http://society6.com/squirrell/Another-Rainy-Day_Print

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