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The Cost of the Feast: Why Comfortable Chains Are Still Chains

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The Cost of the Feast: Why Comfortable Chains Are Still Chains Let’s stop lying to ourselves about modern success. We love to boast about the corner office, the direct deposits, and the luxury perks, but behind closed doors, our spirits are suffocating. We have traded our sovereign genius for corporate scraps, smiling through microaggressions just to secure a seat at a table that was built to exploit us. The ancestors from Malawi cut straight through that compromise: "It is better to eat mushrooms in freedom than to eat meat in slavery." August 21st holds heavy ancestral receipts. On this exact night in 1791, Dutty Boukman and Cécile Fatiman gathered our people in the dark woods of Bois Caïman. They looked at the plantation tables heaped with meat bought with their own degradation and chose the wild mushrooms of war, sparking the Haitian Revolution. Forty years later, on August 21, 1831, Nat Turner rose in Virginia because he refused to let his soul be bought off with crumbs....

Final Goodbye II- Running from grief

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Today Pepa died/ Should I be happy for him/ or sad for my lost?/ Thursday morning June 28, 2012 9:08am: Sitting at my desk preparing for the day. It is going to be busy with all of the Yoking classes I have this afternoon so I decided to get busy on this back log of paperwork sitting on my desk. While sitting there I decided to complete my podcast of the "6th tool". Phone rings, and I look at caller ID, and feeling of dread hits me. It is my mother calling, and I'm hoping that she does not have bad news to report about my grandfather: ha2tim: "What's up? Mother: "where you at?" ha2tim: " I'm at the office, why what's up?" Mother: Well I was looking for your wife, I called and she didn't pickup." ha2tim:" Well you know she never answer the phone." We laugh.... Mother: " Well I wanted to go by and pickup Gina (my youngest daughter), cause you know she tickles daddy." I get qui...