PERSPECTIVES: A Sign of the Times : G7 Scroll
On the 26th of June in the year of the Metal Tiger, with the moon in the constellation Capricorn on the accepted calendar in use the Sun kissed the horizon, and ushered in the 1st full moon following the Summer Solstice of 2010. These new born thoughts are delivered to you on the 27th.  Why is Gyroscope7, “We Share the Same Journey” Blog being introduced at this time? The simple answer, albeit cryptic or abstract, today is the TIME, because tomorrow is the next day.  So, by default it becomes the key to procrastination. Therefore, ‘tomorrow’ is an oxymoron or more politely stated - a paradox.  That elusive day we perpetually look forward to as it dances across the horizon of infinity will forever be in the future.  And, from the severed artery in the Gulf of Mexico that connects the oceans to the rhythm of the earth’s pulse we polarize our thinking to the loss of income rather than the slow asphyxiation of ecosystems.  Why, because it is difficult for us to maintain a heading in the best interest of all of us – mineral – plant – animal - hue-man, and other.
Yes, my beloved and often estranged members of the hue-man clan - who remain filled with questions to recognize our DNA siblings in the family of earthlings. The challenge is profound to fathom that we are one?  In light of the vile and unspeakable things we inflict upon each other - often orchestrated by some of the most ingenuous sociopaths that have ever walked the face of this earth. More importantly, the very planet that sustains us, we disrespect born from the illusory disconnect fueled by those who catalogue our core “beliefs” to question our oneness.  We are taught from a codex of fragmented information that fuels ignorance and greed which gives birth to fear that vacuums the life-force we share. In our hearts, we are toddlers and children prone to believe thoughts that echo in our minds as reflections of ideas and beliefs incompatible with what we intuitively know.  We have a natural thirst for Ma’at, yet, the programming is strong and the themes are repetitive, hence our identity becomes so eroded that we are CHALLENGED to recognize self in each other.
As a result, reminders are necessary to impress upon us that ‘We Share the Same Journey’.  Again, you may ponder why? That which we witness daily as ‘NEWS’ reflects a one dimensional world which restricts us to four directions, as it focuses on agreed upon events hailing from designated areas as North, East, West, and South.  Today, you are reminded that your internal ‘gyroscope’ will be activated with music in this life’s journey. Welcome to the trail – the Path – the Tao, a vibration on Anansi’s web as we navigate the journey we all share – LIFE!

Staying Focused - Maintain Heading
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We Share The Same Journey
Your internal gyroscope allows you to maintain alignment with the “Spirit” within. There are many names for this “Divine Force” that enables you to navigate any domain, for that matter - any dimension. It is OK to refer to it as a voice that inherently connects you to all, everyone and everything.  

This planet dances on the dynamic vortex which has us facing peril everyday.  That is why ~ “LOVE makes the world go round.” If you think this is cliché?  Have you ever seen prejudices and ignorance go out the window when there is a vehicle accident, a traumatic incident or a so called natural disaster?  Have you ever been in the emergency room (ER) and watched the ER team endless questions of Why, and philosophical beliefs instantaneously shift into oblivion as soon as a patient arrives? Have you ever seen the face of despair on a homeless person just squeak by on a heart of dignity, a senior citizen, a hungry child, a neglected animal heart song in their eyes?  Sure you have. And, what does this do to you?  It evokes the resonance of empathy, and activates the ‘mirror neurons’ in your brain. At that very moment, if you are unable to make a difference, you experience that fleeting moment - a sensation you lack adjectives to describe – that is the GOD in you. That is the fabric being woven into the ‘patch-work quilt’ of your unlabeled humanity which transcends, gender, age, cultural, religious, and ethnic shards of our collective shattered identity – as hue-mans.

In the event you are slightly perplexed – just a little bemused to fathom where we are going, catch your breath, because WE are about to heal the world. The very air you breathe is directly related to ocean currents, mountains, the forest and the trees; all the foliage that surrounds us.  From an ecological point of view – your habitat also referred to as your environment. 

In simple terms, where we live or struggle to live, due to the ignorance that stifles the fluidity of living - into just getting by, ‘one-day-at-a-time’.   For example, that man made geyser of crude gushing from the gulf in the ocean – we can curtail its devastation.  Sadly, we could have stopped it a lot earlier. Yes – stopped it!  As a matter of fact, lets just STOP it, and abstain from the thoughts of when or have “they” contained it yet?  Just think it, and affirm it, and ask the earth to forgive the ignorance, and misguided corporate entities' duplicity in aiding & abetting myopic political agendas. 

Have you ever swum in the amniotic fluid of the earth – off the shores of beautiful beaches where you could see the coral, the fishes, and a few things you had no words for? It is as hypnotic as watching babies sleep, as beautiful as any woman, as handsome as any man, as grand as any yacht. It is creation and evolution unfolding right before your eyes, with a simultaneous exquisite massage by the currents rhythmically spiraling around your person.  What can “I” (my person) tell you, other than remind you of things you have tucked away into your genetic memories. “I” am that echo of unspoken thoughts that rekindle memories of the first time you laughed until you cried tears of joy, a sensation that bathed your brain in endorphins of pleasure so overwhelming that your heart summoned a signal to make such memories real - - in spite of the journey ahead.        

PERSPECTIVES: A Sign of the Times

by Mfundi Rasayon, PhD on 08/19/14

As a Sentinel who wears the title Mfundi & Daktari, I am getting tired of commenting about the pockets of pathology embedded beneath the rubric of Institutional Racism and global hegemony.  And, of course, by now, you have noticed, that it has been quite a while since my last entry. Nonetheless, I am compelled to share my thoughts on the signature of energy that enshrouds this planet, Tiamat, commonly referred to as Earth. Simply because, that's the name “White-folk” (pseudo-scientists) assigned to the 3rd planet from the Sun, we repeat it. 

The list is too long and updates are attached weekly via social media and major international networks. The carnage and vile acts that impact our children beneath exploited terms like, excessive force, militarization of Police precincts and their Officers, ‘collateral damage – radical extremists – human trafficking – border crossings – neglect due to alcohol-substance abuse, even – pedophilia, which falls under the ambiguous title of a mental health condition.  Sick is sick, be it euphemistically classified, as a mental disorder or sociological phenomenon. RACISM is the original father of a colony of leeches and vampires who have sought the colonization of people throughout the world, since their  (you know who) migration from the Caucus Mountains. 

As a result, I am charged with revisiting topics I have in the past, like a phantom that creeps from the abyss bowels of Darwin’s thesis of entitlement for the original Flintstones.  The decimation of melanin dominant male children by paranoid Caucasian males, with a license to kill - is pure madness. Even (007) Double 0 Seven had to answer to someone, while ‘Black folk’ are simply told to let the system run its course, after each incident in this vicious cycle of decimation. 

This is the last quarter, and two minutes are left in the game. Therefore, I suggest that the 13th member of the team, come down to the field, and ‘lets handle this’, because it is obvious, that the Referees are calling fouls and throwing flags in the game of LIFE, which makes it virtually impossible for Black men to be treated fairly. Even after a life ending injury, the media maligns him and suggests without accountability, free of impunity that in his demise, he is typecast as the culprit of his untimely (dispiriting/”death”).  In the aftermath of such sound-bytes & disconnected videos, we dialogue & speculate about its plausibility, while awaiting the possibility of an arrest & indictment for Second degree murder, or manslaughter with malicious intent in the wake of any city USA, for a ‘trial by his peers’ . . . May I suggest, that you read, “The Façade of Justice” again? 

In today’s world of collapsing borders and the ambiguity surrounding ethnicities, it remains Krystal Klear, Aboriginals, Native peoples of color, throughout the world, particularly, Black men are used for stress relief and Target Practice

So, please, remember to delete the lullabies from your playlist! For all of those folk who thought melanin in the White House was a signal for a party & parity. May I suggest that you check that straightaway? Michael Jackson was “minted” and christened the King of Pop, and he was jerked around more than taffy and folk obsessed with Bungee Jumping, prior to his ‘crossing over’ under QUESTIONABLE circumstances. 

For a Black man in Amerika, Justice is as likely as a 5-year-old kid catching a Marlin and a Great White on the same line. I bet you $100 USD against a donut, if your President went jogging in blue sweats with a hoody and five escorts, at night, on foot in Any City USA, with Limos a hundred meters away, the local police would stop them, if they had NO jet Black GMC SUV escorts 500 meters ahead. The point is - no community cop, would take the time to recognize. The assumption would be, at the most, after inquiry, there is a possible resemblance. May I remind you, Justice is a Façade for Black folk to talk about and ‘wonder when’, while it serves as a remote concept and a catalyst for paranoid “White” males - TO KILL OUR CHILDREN!

Oh, by the way, remember to delete those lullabies from your I-Pod or wherever you keep your preferred playlists? 

It is noteworthy, to mention that, hours before I sat at my computer console, I was reflecting on my swim with a Pod of Orcas (imaginary, albeit recurring thoughts that surface from regular dreams). The senior Orca, Alpha female, (unable to determine which) telepathically relayed a message to me.  It just eased into my thoughts – “out to sea we go, sharks abound - return to your habitat.”  (Wow, I never knew echolocation, had a telepathic pulse for hue-mans.) Simultaneously, this huge satin black creature, with an impeccably white ventral belly flanked by jet-black borders reminiscent of an hourglass, expelled a copious stream of fluid. I am certain it had to be a spray of urine, as it squirted out like a thin spray of slim. It appeared to be bioluminescent or iridescent, as it seemingly added an extra sheen to my wet suit.  Now, why in the world would this so called “KILLER WHALE’ piss on me? After about two hours plus of allowing me to swim within the pod, nearly 8 meters proximal to the largest Orca that flanked me at the 9 o’clock position, with 2 calves about 5 meters away. With graceful precision it swam closer and forced me to submerge, as it pissed upon me -- good-bye.

Now, the ‘Perspective’ unfolds, sorties, rockets and drone strikes compounded by loss of life at sea, downed commercial aircraft, random group homicides in schools, cinemas, military constellations, bizarre weather patterns, birds falling from the sky, Bees are disappearing, thousands of fish being washed to shore, sink holes, floods and mud slides akin to biblical plagues; could this be the “pole shift?”  Perhaps, mainstream Scientists are playing with their high-tech destructive toys or the universe is making an announcement that the demise of the authors of ‘agribusiness” and chaos is imminent. 

Their carnage & destructive habits hails their own demise, as they perpetually fight among themselves, while shooting our young men for sport.  Perhaps, it crossed your mind? Why has it become necessary to punctuate with redundancy, the pathology of Institutional RACISM?  Their time is up!  

Just beneath this entry, I amplified this same theme 13 months ago, the mentality fostered by people in DEEP DENIAL about the war being waged on Afrikan-Amerikan males, and more specifically, melanin dominant hue-mans throughout the world. While the media ‘trains its lens & sound-bytes’ on Ferguson Missouri, EBOLA weaves through Afrika like a colossal Anaconda, shedding viral material for another experiment in the Motherland.  

In the meantime, stateside, one of my favorite cities from childhood, the home of Motown, The Twenty Grand and Cadillac Motors dances at the borders of the poverty line for clean drinking water and decent housing, as we receive weekly reminders, that our Latino brothers & Sisters are jammed up trying to cross borders on Land, that was theirs, before the “White-man” came. Ask yourself, where is the intelligence among us? These people neutralize life on every front, and refer to women and children as collateral damage. They even have a published history of burning their own women when their tunnel vision, failed to control them. 

Hence, these recurring dreams; the wisest creatures in the vast oceans, which watch over us with our myopic vision and shallow insights, will never be our pets. Ironically, they protect us, as guests, when they feel our spirit in their habitat.  What say you – about your role?  What will you do? Clearly, to passively wait for misguided greedy old men to conceptualize what is compassion or empathy, is a one-way ticket to Hell.

Just as Black athletes and Entertainers have a purpose in the Universe that far exceeds “White folks” moments of joy, as they exploit their talents & skills. We have to reclaim our destiny, and navigate our journey in life, rather than wait for people incapable of granting permission. 

From Tellus in Latin, we get Tellurian, which means earth dweller. Why the digression? We were simply members of the hue-man race, prior to the return of the isolated ostracized occupants who came out of the caves in the Caucus Mountains, rediscovery of seasons, streams and the warmth of Sunlight. 

Look what isolation and ignorance did to their people skills. Racism was born from diseased minds, and developed into a metastatic cancer, which fueled a stream of genocidal behaviors to decimate men of color via incessant wars, engineered by ignorant paranoid Caucasian males. Almost all of who continue to terrorize melanin dominant people. They push their perspectives about the different “Races” that populate this speck of dust, beneath the rubric of religion or the social construct – they call Race. They replaced the terms that meant dwellers of the land.  

As a result, this barbaric insanity, paranoia and greed, gave birth to what Neely Fuller & Dr. Francis Cress-Welsing have justifiably termed, “The System of White Supremacy”. As a Sentinel, assigned to this realm, may I share with you, that historians will record by the 3rd decade of the 21st century, how such ignorance, delayed open and welcome access to other “planets” and your very short life expectancy.   

All of us suffer, mostly because of the incalculable waste of human life and resources, due to wars, religion, and unspoken embedded fears of “White-males” genetic annihilation. All of which is built upon the premise, that this planet lacks the assets to sustain us.  Now back to the Orca urinating on my wet suit. It was a temporary layer & field of protection to deter sharks, until I was either on board or back to shore.  Mind you, these are the so-called “Killer Whales” - Sea-World exploits, as well trained animals to entertain us, in ‘Goldfish bowls’. A charade perpetuated by myopic greedy Caucasian men, who claim to be worthy businessmen, who made their decisions after well thought out input and guidelines from the most knowledgeable marine biologists. The point is, every path made by these folk, since their trek from the Caucus Mountains, has either exploited or corrupted natural habitats or escorted a variety of species onto a list doomed for extinction. 

In simple terms, I am emphatically suggesting, that any life form or species Caucasian men view as unable to control or exploit, becomes classified, as expendable. So, if you think, they will ever be sincere in protecting the interests of people of color – Black men in particular. I strongly suggest, that you seek to bond with Rod Serling – because, you are existing in The Twilight Zone . . . 

You have just received another 'Reality Check', in a circular narrative, as “A Sign Of The Times” . . . 


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