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Lady Liberty’s favorite child (a poem by Jack)

Symbols of tragedy..

I mourn the victims… myself included…

Banks…Department stores… Fast food…

Reminders of my social degradation…

The people live on borrowed land they could never truly own… Can never plant your seed to take root and grow stout, to replenish generation after generation…

Mr. Roboto

Mother do you mind putting your love and energy into nourishment derived from our mother’s crust…

Too much to ask… Perhaps not even feasible…

Is there land for me and my brothers to protect… Or am I resigned to lay down my life for the special interest of others…

Lights… Camera… Action..

Am I as ugly as they say I am… Am I truly that inadequate… Image is everything… No?

Magazines…. Commercials.. Marketing… Psychological abuse… Quasi-predictive programming..

If you know me so well… Then you know what will eventually come.. When I’m fed up…

When I stray off course from this rat race…

Will I be painted as the bad guy… And punished for my curiosity…

Or will the rat eventually kill the cat… All us rats… Hungered.. Raging… Embolden with one goal… Vanquishing any and all cats…

But perhaps the rat race is more alluring than the chaos.. Certainly much less casualties…

Say cheese!

Paint a picture…. An image of freedom… Subtract the symbols… What do you have… Do you have a man.. Do you have a collection of choices… Do you see yourself? Can a system bear freedom, or is adhering to a system freedom in itself… Freedom of responsibility and worry…

The smiling clown cries…


Long live liberty….

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Dia de Los Muertos (a poem by Jack)

I was born to die…

I skate… Backwards.. Moon walking across auxiliary planets’ surfaces..

Born dead.. And if I continue to die before I wake.. My soul shall remained condemned.. A slave to both time and space…

I have neither the time nor space to reconcile this dissonance…

I pump my brain til it starts to feel good… Numb my thoughts until I can’t feel my thinking…

Thoughts without feelings…. A sweet poisonous nectar…

Action without thought…. An addiction… An affliction…

I’m a robotic Hemingway…

A slumber,I reside…

Not quite awake.. Not unresponsively dead… Still congregating with the zombies… Whispering into the shadows…

You know the walking dead…

Wiping crust out my eye….

Skulls and bones animate– dancing in rthymic patterns under the Suns gaze… They worship the Sun and it only seeks to burn… They burn there decrepit flesh.. Yet they remain loyal…

I’m growing bored with competing with necro lovers….

Survival of the deadest…

Necrophilia–because our souls have made union with minds that refuse to think, and bodies that insist on dying…

Everyday I wake up dying…

And every night I seek resurrection…

Til death do us part…

Until eternity brings us back together again…

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The Hunger Games: Mockingjay – Part 1 (2014): Analysis of Power

The extremely popular action/drama Hunger Games is yet another depiction of a Dystopian society in which the working class revolts against the ruling elite. A la “V for Vendetta” an old white man is penned as the enemy– serving as the symbol of a patriarchal dominant society being ruled without balance.

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Although, it would appear your typical underdog narrative, I will examine the story from a cynical eye, and perhaps the story isn’t so much what it is presumed to be.

Enter the Mockingjay. The pervading symbol and theme of the plebeian throughout the film. It is the representative of freedom, choice, and harmony– for the Mocking jay sings in harmonious unison with its peers.

But is freedom truly what they are fighting for?

Or is it simply the lesser of two evils that they are fighting for?

A duality is presented in the film. Dualities always provide a unique phenomenon to the human experience because on some level the mind automatically antagonizes the two sides against each other. The conscious mind would assume that they are opposing sides just because the two are juxtaposed. Yet these “opposing sides” within the film are more alike than dissimilar.

The phrase “Anyone can be replaced” is uttered by a prominent character within the plebeian hierarchy–Plutarch Heavensbee. This phrase alone implicates so much. It informs the viewer that we too are a machine and every cog in the machine is disposable and replaceable. Just because we are rebelling against a corrupt system we too are a system. We too have power that we will exercise and infringe upon the individual one way or another.

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Thus, the outer shell of each system of rule may be slightly different, but the brain inside the monsters are eerily similar. The brain of the current system is headed by President Snow– who represents the patriarchal dominant elite. The brain of the system seeking to usurp the current system is Plutarch Heavensbee– which coincidence enough was once a prominent figure within the old system. They both use similar tactics and have similar mindsets. They both are obsessed with Katniss and want to use her as a means to further their cause. They both are heavy into using images as a means to manipulating public opinion. They both understand the strength Of symbols and use them to further their cause.

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Fear seemed to be the most prominent control mechanism used during the film. Both sides utilized it. The ruling party used fear to secure and maintain the status quo and to dissuade the rebellious. The rebels used fear to inspire said rebellion and to make “a statement” in the face of the ruling party.

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An interesting point that the film highlighted were the challenges of detaching from the comfort of the norm and starting over–leaving all the comfort and amenities to start fresh and with nothing. The personal greed of the individual provides the foundation of class structured societies. Nobody wants to “lose” what they have in order to help the next man. They would much rather sacrifice the next man for their own sustainability. This transitionary period creates the most disdain. The period between leaving the old and beginning again is the hardship many do not want to bare. This can be paralleled with any class structured society, because the capturers provide enough reason for the captured to love being captive.

It is interesting enough that the rebels are quelling one system of bureaucracy to replace it with another. Propaganda is a strong tool utilized by both sides. Strict edicts are an effective tool utilized by both sides. Minus the hope and justified inspiration is one side anymore right? Ironically enough with the nature of power and the nature of systems the ultimate outcome will have an inevitable end.

The axiom that power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely may always hold true when leadership is held by the unrighteous. The same class structures will persist. The same inequalities will find themselves manifesting and the monster simply will be rebirthing herself anew!

The monster will have a new exterior but the core makeup of the monster of the system has not changed at all. As above so below, and she will inevitably show her true nature.

So the question remains: how do we attain true freedom?

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This film leaves me with more questions than answers. It does examine the pitfalls of big government. It is more than apparent that in order for a large government to work the freedoms of the majority must be sacrificed. And to trade freedoms for comforts is not what a true individual wants, but I can understand why very few choose to leave the comfort of passivity.

One thing for sure is that this film awakens a rebellious seed within all of us. It may never be brought to fruition for the majority of onlookers, but the fact that this film is grossly popular is proof that it does indeed exist.

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How long will we allow Religion to Rape our Spirituality…

The exploitation of spirituality by religions across the world…

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Spirituality and religion are two realms that can be mutually exclusive but happen to coincide more often than necessary.   If I dare use this comparison: I view Spirituality as the victim of a psychologically abusive abductor in the form of Religion.  This may be quite a sensitive subject because, as Stockholm syndrome would dictate, we have fallen in love with our capturer.  We are under the illusion, a comfortable subjective truth, that Religion is dogma—that religion is absolute truth, that religion is our savior.  Since our capturer has provided all of our spiritual pfood, shelter, comfort, and fulfillment—it must certainly be the complete gamma of what spirituality has to offer.  We have identified with our capturer so much so that some of us have laid down our lives in the name of our religion.  Some of us have murdered in the name of our religion.  Some of us have stolen innocence and destroyed entire cultures in the name of our religion.  Some have sacrificed our first born in the name of our religion. So, what is this phenomenon known as religion and why is it distinguishable from spirituality?

Is there more to a spirit than what the constraints of language, imagery, expectation, and imagination can conceive?

I consider Religion a parasite.  A contrived parasite that has latched on to something very real that is spirituality– a living breathing entity that is constantly evolving.  As per my philosophy we (at least a fair portion of us) are light or spirit beings having a human experience.  However one may choose to articulate the matter: whether we be vibrational beings, energy beings, or light beings to me it is all leading to the same source.  One’s spirituality can not be denied or hidden.  Most have an innate sense that we’re here for a “greater purpose”.  Most have an unquenchable thirst to know “why” they are “here”.  The seed has been sown in all of us.  Now this journey to the source isn’t necessary easy or necessarily our purpose.  But religion has provided a gross over-simplification of a complex issue.

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Religion has taken the concept of spirituality and held it hostage.  What is meant to be a means of freedom, a means of open communication of information, a medium of exchange, a medium of healing, a medium of empowerment has been replaced.  It has been replaced with strict dogmas that reduce everything to the black and white.  It has been replaced with spiritual atrophy. Man is convinced to disempower themselves and allow for their savior or external source to dictate the fates of their lives.

Many of the underdeveloped gifts that spirituality has bestowed upon us bleed through the oppression of religion.  There are revelatory gifts that some encompass in which religion cannot quiet.   There are untapped resources of physical self-healing that exist despite being taught otherwise. They call it the placebo effect—but it’s nothing more than the nescient or nascent ability of the mind to heal using our spiritual strengths.  Some of us have the ability to manifest our own futures by “speaking things into existence” and others have the ability of foresight (to know what is to come of us).  Ever been thinking of something and the person next to you seemingly reads your mind—and verbalizes what you were thinking?  Perhaps this was preverbal spiritual truth—how we as beings communicated before our de-evolution into our current state.

I do not know all of the gifts that our spirits have to offer but I am aware enough to know that they exist and have courage enough not to deny their presence.  But this is not an exposition of man’s gifts.  This is an exposition of how the regulation of these gifts has been used to victimize us.  How these gifts have been stifled and replaced with a rudimentary quality of life and existence. Some of the most powerful beings on this planet have the slightest idea of their potential.  Brilliant minds and brilliant souls are falling to the wayside. –And in the name of what?

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Now I don’t want to completely condemn religion because it does have its place.  It can be the building block of something special.  It teaches discipline and can provide a launching off point of where spirituality can take us.  We all have various levels of intelligence and discernment and maybe religion can be something great for a portion of society.  But to deem it the end all be all is tragic– fatal. And it keeps the gifted among us from being valued, from elevating our species, and helping to repair our collective consciousness.

How do we break the chains of our oppressor?  How do we leave our oppressor if we love our oppressor?  Is being in captivity so bad if I’m being taken care of?

When one manipulates the possibilities of the inevitable it impedes growth.  When you start people off and dictate the end result of their life before they are even born there is no room for growth. Their whole life is oriented towards achieving one destination or avoiding the other.  Spirits are meant to grow, expand, engage, create, and so forth.  None of this is possible when the possibilities don’t exist in the mind…If the possibilities can’t even be fathomed.. The existence can’t even begin to be manifested…

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Lost Boys… (Americaville…) (A poem by Jack)

Our only sin…

Thinking we can be anything we wanted to be…
Lofty dreams… Pompous ideals… Shot down by the arrows of depression and expectation unfulfilled..

See, this journey… We began without map.. Compass… Or sense of direction…

They call us lost boys… Animals.. Criminals… Nihilist… Without a purpose we roam… Without pride we scourge…

In cages we’re thrown… In the streets we’re gunned down… By others… By each other… By whoever…

It’s ok… Because they were lost…

Blame it on me… Blame it on the system.. Blame it on whoever… Cause it doesn’t matter… Least not to you…

So where do our lost boys go… Where is their land of milk and honey… Where do they grow to become men…

Ensnared in a vicious cycle of kidulthood… Left to roam for eternity…
40 days and 40 nights of searching and searching…
Days of ridicule… Nights of spite… Days of reprieve… Nights of intoxication…
Drowning out the voices… Drowning out the echoes..
What’s a boy to do when becoming a man is no option…
No beard… No hunting… No gathering… No family… No worth…

Devalued… Left to rot… Guilded… And the cycle continues… Another boy is born and picks up where the other left off…

They stripped us…

They raped us…

The molested us…

They robbed us of our inheritance…

Left us abandoned… Wallowing in our own filth… And told us to find our way home…

A boy can’t traverse a path designed for a man… A boy can’t go home if he has the slightest idea who he is…

All what’s left to do… But look up at the stars.. And ask.. Am I meant to be here?

Curse the stars! They snatched us from our cradle… They forced us to be their cup bearers… Passed around among em.. In a state of catharsis… Zombified… So embellished with the torture that we grow numb to it’s impact…

We simply act and do without thinking… And when they are done… We’re left to rot and birth another…

Another to be just like us… In form… In function…

Another born with original sin…another Christ forced to self-sacrifice…crucified… With no hope of resurrection…

God Save the Queen (A blog about freedom…)

The energy and effort individuals place into achieving their slice of the American pie is incredible.  Parents sacrifice their children.  Men sacrifice their bodies.  Women sacrifice their relationships all for the satisfaction of an appetite quenched.

And what is this illusion that everyone is after?

Some call it happiness.  Others call if money.  The term quality of life comes to mind. Is it anything more than self-indulgence?  Is it anything more than a façade—because, fulfillment cannot be gained through the destruction of one’s humanity.  One can spend their entire energies pursuing a career and letting the world around them crumble only keeping the ends in mind—for the ends always justify the means.

Yet I’m not here to condemn for that would make me a hypocrite, but the blame has allowed my mind to wonder.  A man could spend their entire life beating up their body pursuing an athletic career, if the idea of freedom was placed in front of them what then would they be willing to sacrifice.  A woman can spend her entire life pursuing a rewarding career, sacrificing her domestic life forgoing the conception of children and all for what? If she will do all of this for a “quality of life”; then what would she be willing to sacrifice for complete and whole freedom?
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As is our entire frame work—our brain is wired towards the propagation of the monster called America.  Whether we realize it or not, we sacrifice all we have in order to keep this monster alive.  It entices us with glory, superficial reward, comfort and stability–But at what price—broken families, fractured psyches, hopeless lives, insecure self-perception, and no knowledge of self? So she as monster turns man into lesser monsters.   And our reality mutates into a hive complex in which the lesser monsters will give their lives in order to keep the Queen alive and thriving. She provides the sweet nectar of “freedom” and we give her any and every thing we have in return.

Our queen happens not to be righteous but greedy and full of insatiable desire.

Does her scope go beyond America?  Does she rule the entire planet?  Is there anywhere on this earth you can go and feel free?

Are we here to help ourselves as individuals at the expense of all others, or are we here for a purpose outside of one we can perceive for ourselves.

Could we be freed from the hive? Yet operate as a righteous hive.  Could the Queen be dethroned and replaced by a collective consciousness?  Does man need a Queen to fill complete, to fill like their lives has purpose and meaning?  Is there more to us than this human experience—and if so, how do we come into the realization of such? Because our Queen is omnipotent among us how do we transcend and usurp the power and hold she has on us.  Must we engage in drown like daily activity that slowly chips away at our humanity?

It begins with the individual.  Ideals of success rarely include family and community.  These ideals that we pursue are always things and things are replaceable.  These ideals of success aren’t necessary organic in nature, perhaps a lifetime of conditioning has influenced our perception of what it means to be successful.
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So we have this spirit of freedom or lack thereof juxtaposed with the spirit of dominance. Why do some seek to dominate others?– from a personal stand point to a societal stand point… What motivation do they have? Is it derived out of a need to feel validated by the hive? By dominating and controlling others do they feel closer to the Queen? Is it a sense of validation through the sense of exertion?–Because the hive will not approve of me.—Because the hive will not approve of the honest expression of me, I will impose myself upon the hive.  I will become my own queen and dictate the desire of the hive in one fashion or another.  Is that the motivation of some to deprive the freedom of others?

This omnipresent Queen we have in America has produced millions of offspring throughout the nation—little monsters who seek to be like her in every way.  Little monsters who believe they are all knowing and seek to dominate in all aspects of life.  Supercilious monsters that spring up everywhere believing they know more than anyone else. Monsters that dictate how you should have fun, who you should love, how you should live, what you should value, how you should dress, who you should worship, how you should express yourself—because after all the monster knows best.

I leave you with this.  Is a queen really a Queen if she constantly has to prove and demonstrate that she is Queen…

The Curses that Slumber your Gifts…

What curses and spells are you under?
How is your mind wired… And Why is it wired as such…What perspective does it lack…

How was your ideal of success oriented and formulated…

What do you attain to be and why?

How does one break them-selves free of mental bondage if they have no idea that they are enslaved?

Who seeks to gain from our mental servitude– which leads to our spiritual impotence…
These are some of the few questions that come to mind, when I give thought about the subject of Spells.Such is the world we live in… Many individuals are mentally enslaved to a particular mindset or thought process and have no idea anything else could exist… They are convinced that a particular truth is an absolute truth.  They are locked in a box with no means of escape… For the box is all they know– a prison called home…

How does one have the walls of their box expanded or broken down? I would presume through exposure- an exposure to different people, an exposure to different environments, an exposure to different energies, and an exposure to different thoughts.  It could be as simple as a word from the right person followed by an explanation that could break a mental spell…Sometimes we can’t see that which is right in front of us.
So what are these spells?
I call them spells because I believe that they are literally spells… There are those who seek to benefit from the myopic mind state of the masses…you don’t need to control the people when you can predict the decisions that they will make… If you can do that, you have in fact already have won. Predicative responses allow others to gain power beyond all measure, because at that point people cease becoming people and become a series of quantitative actions and results…and these actions and results aren’t proactive but reactive—reflex if you will.

Most of these spells are innocuously castes upon the perceiver.  The five senses cannot be consciously shut off, so on one level or another the brain is constantly having to receive and discern information.  So whether it be a conscious or subconscious level the brain is always active.  The brain is highly oriented towards patterns.  On a basic level we are very much a judging species, it is how we are able to survive the world around us.  It is how we develop our preconceived notions etc.  Therefore our brain tends to make associative-ties—it may associate a word with an action, a smell with a particular feeling, a touch with a memory, a symbol with who knows what or countless other associations.  There are those who have done vast studies regarding the psychology of the mind and believe they have the mind down to a science.  And through this science they initiate spells.  The most innocuous yet powerful spell is through song.  Melodies and messages attached to them tend to stick.

Try an experiment: count from 1-26.  Now count backwards from 26-1.  Next say your “ABCs”.  Now say your ABCs” backwards.–Now counting numbers forwards and backwards seems fairly simple because you know your numbers.—Now reciting your “ABCs” may be more difficult.  Perhaps it is because you do not know your “ABCs” as well as you would like to believe.  Perhaps you are under the impression that you know your “ABCs” and truthfully you only know the melody and the words associated with the melody.  This has very strong implications–especially in regards to belief and knowledge.

Song is one of the easiest ways to transfer ideas, mentalities, and so forth without the perceiver having any real control over its power.  Another means to cast spells is through visual slight of eye.  As is said the hand is slighter than the eye.  The eyes can be bombarded with more images than the conscious mind can discern.  It doesn’t mean these images disappear but are retained and stored within the subconscious mind and harbor influence and activity there.

An example: the movie “Fight Club” provided an excellent example.  One could be watching something seemingly innocuous like cows grazing in a field—a sophisticated editor could splice a picture of an erected penis in the image without your conscious knowledge.  They can flash the image so fast that the conscious mind can’t possibly register.  But the subconscious mind takes notes, and begins to register, and tends to begin the associative process.  And who knows what affect down the line the penis to cow association may have.  (Just a lil example).  Thus through mass dissemination of media spells can be placed frequently and under the guise of entertainment.  The fore front of which is led by the monster known as Hollywood.  As been told the “Holly wood” is actually from the tree upon which witches and wizards were known to craft their magical wands from.  Thus it particularly remains hidden in plain sight.

The fact that these spells hold no true power until the perceiver gives them such is why they are so powerful.  The perceiver tends to give them credence without conscious realization.  Over and over a melody may play in one’s head.  An everyday symbol that one may see can illicit any number of emotional subconscious responses—over and over: to the point it may become a daily subconscious affirmation.  A weakening of the state of the soul—that allows influences in and in a surreptitious manner. The end result is people behaving and making decisions without having complete control of themselves—a automated response based on an unnatural trigger.
Again one should ask, who are placing these spells and why?

How can one free others if they know not to free themselves?

And is perspective or lack thereof the sole responsibility of the perceiver?

How far does the influence of these spells reach?

Are you Black Enough?

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Are you Black Enough?

I begin this Blog with a quote from the great Dr. Frances Cress Welsing.  Many people have no idea of what racism is and throw around the term “racist” without discretion.  They use the term in great folly and error without giving much meaning as to what the term actually embodies.  Dr. Welsing provides the most encompassing working definition of what racism is, and when understood it sets a precedent upon the observer and alters their outlook of the world in which they operate within.

Her definition of racism:

“A local, national, global system— behavioral system of thoughts, speech, action and emotional response consciously and or subconsciously determined practiced by people who classify themselves as white in all areas of people activity: economics, education, entertainment, labor, law, politics, religion, sex and war for the ultimate purpose of maintaining white genetic survival and preventing white genetic annihilation on planet earth.  A planet upon which the overwhelming majority of people are classified as non-white by the minority of people who classify themselves as white.  Those who are classified as non-white are genetically dominant in terms of skin coloration compared to the genetically recessive white skin-people.”– Dr. Frances Cress Welsing

I would also add to this comprehensive definition the hording and allocation of the earth’s natural resources.  This inclusive definition implicates so much and one could literally derive several essays from this one definition.  And this shall provide the spring board for our discussion.

I was recently asked a question: How do you determine how Black someone is?  Are you black enough?  If so what does that entail?  Now of course one can not quantify black, but I can provide a definitive exploration of what it means to be Black.  And you can see what side of the spectrum you fall upon.

Truthfully, we all have a li’l black in us… It’s a conscious choice rather to identify with it or repel from it…

At the very core one must understand that they are a conquered people…And I am speaking from a Black-man-living-in-America’s perspective. One must understand that they are indeed identifying with their capturers when choosing to perpetuate their system that is in place: whether this be consciously or unconsciously…

So if one uses the term “you’re not black” or “you’re not black enough”, what is that person truly saying?  When one says oh you’re trying to “talk white” what are they truly stating? If you are called a “sale out” what does that mean?

On a conscious level these statements sound very ignorant. It implicates because you have success, because you have brains enough to fulfill the white man’s idea of success you’re being white.–Because after all only a white man can be smart, have nice things, and speak the Queen’s English. On a surface level it is indeed very ignorant… But one must not stop there, because it is usually the subconscious that drives us. It is the subconscious that is subversive and responsible for most of man’s actions… It is our “ancient brain” telling us that there was a way of life prior to this modern world we live in.  There was a way of interaction and purpose that we as a populace exacted before we became a conquered people. This is not oue natural dialect.  This is not our innate ideal of “success”—the pursuit of money and other superficial gain. Perhaps there was much more to who we are than what we’ve become and have been presented ourselves to be.

So, there is a cognitive dissonance held there of some sort.  On the one hand we are a very talented people. We are pioneers of the earth, so when presented with a challenge it is innate for us to overcome.  So, we excel in this system put in place and tend to blame others for their lack of acumen in which they can’t succeed. It’s their fault… They had the same opportunities as me… Blaming the victim complex because after all it helps us create a disconnect from who we really are.  After all they aren’t like me.  We’re different. I can’t possibly be like them… I’m better…This is a great untruth. A truth rooted in falsehood. Although, I do believe that we all are unique, and the fact that one has climbed a social and cultural latter better than someone else is no grounds for identifying “greatness”.

Thus on some level I can honestly say we all have “black” in us.  We all have the ability to be great, lend hand to brother, establish communities in which man is brothers’ keeper, use talents for the betterment of most not just self, have the courage to be who you are minus the social constructs.  Yet some of us choose to identify with the false truth of reality that has been placed in front of us by our captives.  Our “Ancient Brains” know it is not enough.  Thus we seek outlets—we seek drug abuse, we yearn to get high, we yearn for something “else” something “real”.  Some of us identify with our conquerors so much that we hate the very hair that’s on our head. This is quite ironic, because our conquerors have integrated their captives’ culture into all aspects of their society.–Using it as a means of economic gain by any exploit they see fit.

The feeling of complacency… The feeling that you’ve made it is that which is to be loathed…. The feeling that you’ve accomplished in this world and you choose not to shake up the system that has conquered you… That’s when a lil blackness begins to bleed out… Drip by drip… At that point you are consciously or subconsciously surrendering your bloodline (legacy) and capitulating to a system that has your brothers and sisters in servitude…

This creates a large schism between those with the wherewithal to pursue excellence by all means and the, what I like to call, natural nihilist.  Both are equally destructive to what it means to be Black yet one is looked on a favorable light by our conquerors.  You have those who pursue excellence by any means which have had great success—like our entertainers, athletes, upper middle-class folk.  All are looked upon favorably as something to strive for—an ideal that reinforces the established system.  Then you have the nihilist—those who reject society by any means.–The derelicts who choose to abuse the system—who are looked as being criminals, lazy, jobless, ignorant, violent, compulsive if you will.–Those individuals who have a natural propensity for rebellion but know no viable rather healthy means to manifest this rebellious nature.  So you have this vicious cycle of each hating the other.–Each recognizing the lack of blackness in the other.  The blame game occurs.  When in actuality both are right to an extent and both are completely misguided in their approach to rectifying and creating a better situation.

Thus I can conclude this disposition by answering what I believe it means to be Black.

It means to constantly be in pursuit of the truth.  It is a realization that you may not have all the answers, but you are going to be who you are regardless of the situation.  It is greatness and excellence despite circumstance.  It is the courage to stay resolute and shake up the norm because the norm is forever evolving.  Black is discipline.  Black is not all about I.  Black is love.  Black is rebellion.  Black is self-sacrifice.

Are you black enough?

God vs. Money…. Who controls whom?

The idea that someone can acclaim God and then turn around and exclaim money is quite laughable.

Only because there is a dissonance there that doesn’t make much sense.  Either their concept of God is warped or their relationship with God is warped (devaluing of self).  The idea of God is actually the exact opposite of the construct of money. God represents the omnipotent, omniscient and the ubiquitous—the infinite if you will. Money, on the other hand, is quite narrow, it is constrictive, it is a means to an end, it separates, and encourages individualism.  Money is about control and not much more.  On the other hand the very idea of God is freedom.–The ability to do all things regardless of the situation and despite any circumstances.  —The ability or concept of the supernatural—the transcendence of logic and bounds. God is the ability to manipulate nature, human emotion, and human awe—if one is defining “God” on the most basic of levels. Yet God transcends even these trivial acts in relation to that which is infinite.

Now if you want to delve deeper than that, the architect of the universe has nothing to do with money.  Money is a construct of man—a construct of a construct of a construct.  A construct that is very limited and quite restrictive.  That from which all things have sprung forth life from would have the very least to do with money.  That which compelled the universe into existence would have nothing to do with money a billion years ago, a million years ago, today, or anytime in the near/distant future. That which stands outside of time wouldn’t even acknowledge a brain that was bound to such logic.  Neither would any “God” that is worth its weight for that matter. For any God with any semblance of power can actualize something out of nothing– no middle intermediary necessary.

Thus the fact that one would praise money on the one hand and then praise God on the other hand gives me insight into what really has a grip on their mind.  It isn’t the money that is God but the idea behind the money.–The power and greed behind the money that is God.–The idea that you can control your reality through a piece of paper—very telling.  The idea that you would reduce your existence to being controlled by a piece of paper is also very telling.  The idea that you would willingly give your life’s motivation to the will of a piece of paper is a true tragedy.

The spirit that is energized by such a tragedy would reveal who is truly their God. –Money becoming ruler of man. A construct becomes master, bending god to its will.