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Transcend All Limits

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Transcend All Limits  Listen to show The trap was set, the jaws had snapped shut, and the predator was already licking his teeth. By every conventional law of nature, the smaller creature should have surrendered to terror. The options on the table were horrific: roasted over a pine-top bonfire, hanged by the hind legs from a willow branch, or drowned in muddy plantation water. Any one of us facing systemic traps or sudden life crises would immediately cycle through raw panic: the blind rage of becoming Mad, the grief of becoming Sad, or the paralysis of being Scared. Yet, the rabbit pleaded on his knees for every possible death—begging for mercy from only one thing: the thorny, razor-sharp thicket across the ditch. Why would a captive beg his captor to avoid the very torture chamber waiting right in front of him? And more importantly: why do modern, educated Black folks keep screaming in horror at the very environments, histories, and challenges that our ancestors used to master th...

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...