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The Convergence of Five Hands: Flowing Past the Hero Trap into Collective Sovereignty

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The Convergence of Five Hands: Flowing Past the Hero Trap into Collective Sovereignty The raiders struck under the dark of the moon, vanishing into the volcanic hills with the entire wealth of the clan. The village youth ran in ten different directions, tiring themselves against the stones, achieving nothing. Five brothers stepped forward—one could hear a reed bend leagues away, one could read the scratch of an ant on bare basalt, one had arms of ironwood, one smelled smoke on the wind, and one held the medicine of mist. Yet, left alone, each brother was entirely helpless against the canyon pass. How many of us in modern life are running ourselves into an early grave trying to be all five brothers at once? We take pride in saying, "I don’t need anybody, " while our physical bodies, our families, and our institutions bleed out in silence. We are living out an exhausting, imported ghost story of solitary grit, convinced that asking for shared labor is an admiss...

Still Dreaming


 Still Dreaming

I woke up excited

my spirit still ignited
aligned my passion with purpose now my dreams are invited.
I'm moved by the minutes
amazed by the hours
held captive by living this life we call ours.
Held hostage by my hopes
and shackled to my dreams
my wishes turned to plans
now my plans have turned to schemes.
No daydreamer am I
for simple wishing cannot thrive.
One must act and one must love
for lifelong dreams to stay alive.
One must risk it all and chance the fall
lose it all to gain it all
overcome the circumstance of happenstance
by standing tall.
My light is still beaming
my eyes bright and gleaming.
I'm humbled and hopeful
yet happy still dreaming.






Preston J. Harrison

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