Simon Says : 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!

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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.        

Simon Says

by Mfundi Rasayon, PhD on 03/19/15

~ For Red, Brown & Black folk only ~                   Too many to name

When I was a little kid, we played a game that could get you ousted, if you failed to do exactly what “Simon Says.” Yep, really technical stuff, “Simon says,” rather than Simon said! Today, we are playing that same game again, which is inherently problematic. Mostly, because adults of color, particularly melanin dominant males can ill afford to play games, in a world that decimates us as a stress reliever.


Hands Up, hands down, wrong side of town, lounging around, laying down, dragged & scuffed across the ground; it doesn't matter, you are likely to be put down - - that is, choked, tased, maimed or shot, even after you are lying face down.  Leaving that most precious fluid Jackson Pollock rendered as a signature trail ~ on the improvised canvases of sidewalks, streets and grass ~ that you were there; knowing that the next pair of hands on your person is more likely distal extensions of the Coroner, rather than an EMT or an ER Doctor.  


Why . . .?  You failed to hear, comply or respond exactly to what “Simon says”  . . . because by the time you interpret what Simon said, puts the command in the past tense, which means, your response was other than immediate, and, invariably - this translates into lack of compliance, which somehow equals belligerence. This means, you are resisting arrest or a threat to Simon.  


Now you are classified as a “COMBATANT,” and that means WAR! The anthropological cultural default protocol kicks in, and is automatically uploaded into RAM or the micro-cortex of a barbarian with a badge.  Darker skin trumps human acknowledgement, and reduces you to an inhuman creature or animal with characteristics like the “Hulk or Thing,” all because, society sanctions the marginalization & dehumanization of males of color.


Simon, Hebrew in origin – meaning to hear or to be heard, even if you have a hearing impairment or in a heightened state of arousal, because you view “authorities” in uniform proximal to your person, friends or families, as potential threats, or dangerous, rather than someone to assist or give aid.


It's a DAMN SHAME, that greater than 85% of all authorities in uniform, ideally are there to “protect & serve,” while that 15% who managed to receive a badge, and a gun - are HIGHLY questionable Officers of the law. And, those are the ones, I tell all Red, Brown & Black folk to AVOID & OBSERVE!  


Anyway, whose “Laws” are they enforcing in the first place? And, much like child’s play, whether you have high anxiety in the presence of police, they – police NEED to be immersed in training, built upon scenarios designed to instill second nature into their responsivity to males of color. The specific behavior sets to parallel their paranoid reactivity and or proclivity to point their firearms - like a spontaneous reaction to touching a hot burner on a stove.


Sure, it’s like ‘Child’s Play’, “My baad – I thought that cell phone was a gun.” Institutional Racism has given these enforcers, ‘License To Kill’ with impunity! A racist system has created a zeitgeist that allows our male children and young adolescents - to be viewed as vermin, alongside the road of poorly lite Texas highways.  Racist Amerika sired Simon from the loins of ‘Jim Crow – Uncle Sam’ who signed off on mobs placing strange over ripened fruit on trees in the South, which evoked pathological grins & smiles on the faces of dried out salty thin wafers of toasted flour denizens – aka – crackers!  . . . Oops, my baad ~


“Cicero dicit fac hoc” (Cicero says do this.) This demonic chant has become an expression to excuse the public maiming, and killing of our males, right before our eyes with the generic response of: ‘the subject failed to comply to a direct police command’. Now, that we are clear about what happens to us, when we give thought or pause to what “SIMON SAYS.”


I submit to you, that we should replace Simon Says, with “Mother (Captain, Father) May I?” Let’s choose a much better game for today’s world. This will allow us to have a call & response feedback loop, to document accountability & responsibility.  “May I? Yes you may – or No you may not.”  The lesson is, one has to embrace simplicity when dealing with a Racist – one-track mind. So, let the records state, RACISM is the child of ignorance, and for Simon, that’s too much POWER - to place in the hands of one - who deems self as Judge & Jury. Yes, RACISM is the child of IGNORANCE! What fool of mental myopia is only able to see - the illusory moment of power over Blackness, with hi-tech mobile phone cameras in a world married to technology? Can I get a witness? “Can we all just get along?”  So, if this is Martin’s dream – I am certain his Spirit recognizes it  ~ as a Nightmare!

Because a brotha' does reside @ 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, North West in Washington, DC, while Uncle Sam’s cloned child Simon – - - - - - - - - - -


Still has  ~~~~~~~~~ 

License To KILL . . . because, Simon Says . . .


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