In You…Through You…As You.


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“If you cannot look at your brother, sister, mother, father, son, daughter, wife, husband, lover, friend, foe, neighbor, stranger or yourself and see God, then your religion isn’t working” – Kamau Bakari Abayomi
“Society once suffered from ignorant superstition; today it suffers
from ignorant skepticism. When people are confronted with
a challenging view, most see only that it differs from their own,
and so they dismiss higher truths beyond their recognition as
quickly as they would those obvious delusions beneath their
threshold of gullibility. Higher knowledge is therefore fringe
knowledge because those who pursue it have been alienated to
the fringes of society. These fringe truth seekers follow their
hearts and open their minds, having placed more importance on
the liberation of their souls than the conventions of society”
– Tom Montalk  from the book Fringe Knowledge

Papua Province, Indonesia


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Beneraf Market. Papua province, Indonesia

On July 8th, 20,000 Papuans peacefully rally demanding a referendum on West Papuan independence


Facing an epic struggle they see as similar to those of indigenous minorities in Timor, Aceh, Burma, Laos, South Sudan, South Africa, Iroquois America, and so many other nations, people identifying as Papuans are shifting significant energy into a peaceful information campaign meant to help them achieve solidarity as a people along with either greater autonomy or full independence for the Papuans from Indonesia.

The latest chapter of this media campaign is Unheard Voices of West Papua, a wildly colorful online and print history book for kids aimed at underlining the indigenous point of view at the cost of the colonists and Indonesian government.

The book looks great, sounds great, and the people make good points, but many Indonesians of other ethnic groups are going to be either threatened or scared by the otherwise friendly book.

That’s because at the heart of this peaceful media with cool pictures and fascinating people is the core argument that the Dutch, and then Indonesian government, colonized the region and brutalized the people, and that Indonesia continues to exploit natural resources for the profit of the central government and Western corporations at the cost of the native people.

While much of this is well evidenced — the Indonesian government itself has admitted there’s a serious problem simply by shifting significant military resources to the region, brokering political talks, and prohibiting foreign journalists, if not by acknowledging the many, many allegations that they have tortured or even murdered indigenous activists — the moral problem for the international community comes down to the same issue as in other rebel regions of the world.

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Happy Bornday Tupac Amaru Shakur


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Tupac Amaru Shakur (June 16, 1971 - September 13th 1996)

There have been ZERO rappers in the mainstream to come anywhere near this close to the passion and fire for the people:

Cats nowadays get passionate about Beyonce not winning video awards and shit. Anyways, this is Pac’s first recorded speech. Schooling adults:

Makeveli – Hold Ya Head

Hold Ya Head off Makeveli 7 Day Theory album is my personal favorite Pac song. It possesses everything that was great about Pac and amidst a sea of Death Row required shit talking, this gem of a song jumps way out. 7 Day Theory also is my fav album and I remember at the time, that i just could not stop playing this song.  Listening to it again now, it just shits on the retardedity (my word) of these thug rappers of today. The one thing that i really love about the legacy of Pac, was that his greatest songs, the ones that we remember him for, were NOT club hits. They were great songs that spoke from and to heart of Black people.

Who remembers when “Brenda’s got A Baby” owned “The Box” (For you youngins, there used to be a channel in Oakland, back in the early 90’s, where you could call in and order videos) I used to get sick of it cuz i would ALWAYS make me all emotional. The song and the video was just hella intense. With “Dear Mama”, “Shed So Many Tears, “Temptations”, he was even in the videos, but we felt him. Everyone knew his situation and was ridin’ with him. Until T.I. or Lil Wayne or any other millionare rapper can make singles like the aforementioned, I DONT GIVE A FUCK if them niggaz get locked up. As dope, clever and a better lyricist B.I.G. was, he never made songs that spoke to hopes, dreams, inner fears, vulnerabilities, strengths and empowerment of Black people. He never moved anyone to shed so many tears and neither has Jay-Z or Nas (though Nas has many great songs of substance). Pac got a catalog of spirit touching songs and for that reason he is still the Greatest Rapper Of All Time.

Hold Ya Head:

[prison in the background while ‘Pac speaks]
Yo Jackson! (8231549)
Yes (?), come on down
Hold the doors – let’s go!
8599 (?) close it tight
Lock it down

My homeboys in Clinton and Rikers Island
All the penitentiaries
Mumia, Mutulu, Geronimo, Sekon
All the political prisoners
San Quentin (Can you see him? I see him).. all the jailhouses
I’m alive!

One thug, one thug (How do we keep the music playing)
You’re listenin to the sounds of one, thuuug
One thug, one thug (How do we get ahead)

I wake up early in the mornin, mindstate so military
Suckers fantasizin pictures of a young brother buried
Was it me, the weed, or this life I lead
If daytime is for suckers then tonight we bleed
Out for all that, knowin that this world bring drawbacks
Look how this shit bump once I deliver these raw raps
Meet me at the cemetery dressed in black
Tonight we, honor the dead, those who won’t be back
So if I die, do the same for me, shed no tears
An Outlaw, thug livin in this game for years
Why worry, hope to God, get me high when I’m buried
Knowin deep inside only a few love me
Come rush me to the gates of heaven, let me picture for a while
How I lived for my days as a child; I wonder now
How do we outlast, always get cash
Stay strong if we all mash, hold ya head

[Chorus: sung + 2Pac]
How do we keep the music playing (yes, you got to hold ya head)
How do we get ahead.. (hold your head!)
Too many young black brothers are dying (yes, you got to hold ya head)
Livin fast, too fast..

Hahaha, yo
These felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop
Cause these lawyers gettin money everytime they knock us
Snatchin pockets lyrically, suckers flea when they notice
Switched my name to Makaveli, half the rap game closed
Exposed foes with my hocus pocus flows they froze
Now suckers idolize my, chosen blows
And mo’ money mean litigatin, mo’ playa hatin
Got a cell at the pen for me waitin – is this my fate?
Miss me with that misdemeanor thinkin, me fall back?
Never that, too much tequila drinkin, we all that
Make them understand me, if not I slang my posse
Everyone with me is family, cause everybody’s got me
Watch me paint a perfect vision, this life we livin
got us all meetin up in prison..
Last week I got a letter from my road dog, written in blood
Saying, “Please show a playa love” – hold ya head!
Hold it


The weed got me tweakin in my mind, I’m thinkin..
God bless the child that can hold his own
Indeed, enemies bleed when I hold my chrome
Let these words be the last to my unborn seeds
Hope to raise my young nation in this world of greed
Currency means nothin if you still ain’t free
Money breeds jealousy, take the game from me
I hope for better days, trouble comes naturally
Running from authorities ’til they capture me
And my, aim is to spread mo’ smiles than tears
Utilalize lessons learned from my childhood years
Maybe Mama had it all right, rest yo’ head
Tradin converstion all night, bless the dead
To my homies that I used to have that no longer roll
Catch a brother at the crossroads..
Plus nobody knows my soul, watchin time pass
Through the glass of my drop-top Rolls, hold ya head!


[2Pac over Chorus]
No matter how hard it get, feel me
Get the weed, drink a drink, read a book
Watch the stars, get some pussy, whatever..

[Chorus repeats to fade]

Travel In Power

Tupac Amaru Shakur (June 16th, 1971 – September 13th, 1996)

I Need Your Help In Developing an Urban Arts Youth Center in Indonesia


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Me and my nephews and nieces

Peace Family, Friends & Community,

Most of you know for the last 5 years I’ve been living in Asia, based in Bali, Indonesia. I’ve continued my work as an evolving artist with the goal of shifting minds, progressing spirit and motivating action, especially in youth. As one of 6 Black men living in Bali (yes..6), and 3 from the US, I’ve been a direct contact for a people whose only reference point has been through movies, music videos and televised soccer games. Because I’ve grown up in Oakland, amongst a culturally, socially and spiritually aware community of artists/teachers/activists, I’ve been able to correct many of these false assumptions and negative stereotypes for many Indonesian people.

I came home to The Bay, for the first time in 5 years, back in February. Since I’ve been back, I’ve had a lot of time to reflect on my 5 years of experience in Bali and how it connects with the arts and activist community here in The Bay. In that reflection and I’ve become clear in my vision of making official the work i’ve been doing over the last 5 years, specifically and the work i’ve been doing since I was 18 year old newborn in knowledge of self and community.

Here in the Bay, there are organizations and centers left & right that are dedicated to youth development in every way, and we’ve always had them. In Bali there are organizations dedicated to young children, but there are much fewer dedicated to teens and young adults and none dedicated to young urban performance artists, and nothing close to a center or organization dedicated to connecting arts and activism and social entrepreneurship. There has never been a Live Lyricist Society, Upper Room, Black Dot Cafe or Leadership Excellence, organizations which guided my artistic development.  There is no Youth Speaks, Youth Uprising, Green Arts Center or DJ Project, where youth have consistent access to top tier music production equipment, dance studios, practice and performance spaces and more than a few professional mentors to guide their growth process. Bali does not have those youth centers,  but Bali has hundreds of youth who desire it and would directly and immediately benefit from it. My goal is assist, full-time, the young urban arts community in Bali, in resolving this issue. To do that, I need your assistance.

I have founded Tru Karya Cipta (True Creative activity), a youth performance arts, education and social entrepreneurship organization in Bali, Indonesia. It will be the first organization in Indonesia to train young artists, not only in developing their talents, but also how to use their talents to benefit their communities. The organization will inform them of the social, ecological and economic issues facing Bali, and guide them in the process of becoming socially aware and responsible artists and entrepreneurs, to better address and aid in the solution to these problems. The long term goal is to establish a facility in Bali, that will serve as an international center for young artists who are dedicated to solving the many issues facing humanity and the Earth. With the establishment of a facility, international cultural exchange can take place. Every year young artists and professional artists, from organizations or solo, in the Bay and other parts of the world, can come out to Bali for a few weeks and do their creative work in a beautiful and natural environment, also collaborating with Balinese performance artists in using art to engage, enlighten, inspire and ignite action for the benefit of our global village. Imagine young artists from East Oakland collaborating with young artists from Denpasar, Bali in a project addressing issues affecting both of their communities. This uniting of cultures through the arts, with the goal of real change, is the vision.

Here is the link to the blog site where all of our goals and objectives are posted:

I’m asking for your assistance in raising $3400. This funding cost will cover:

– One airline flight to Indonesia ($1600) – One work permit for one year ($1800)

With this covered, I can devote attention to the development of the organization, without having issues with immigration. This will also allow this project to be rooted in community funding and from that root grows a tree with fruit that nourishes across international borders.

Right now, I have 800 friends on Facebook. If only 170 of those friends would contribute $20 (which is about the cost of a movie ticket and a drink), then it would allow the project to move to next step, which will be obtaining non-profit status with the Indonesian government, acquiring funding to secure land and building to establish our Pura Tru Karya Cipta or True Creative Arts Temple.

I have already did the groundwork and have gathered support from professional local and international artists and organizations in Bali, now I need your support. If you are able to donate $20…or $10….or $5, just click  the “Donate” button below. I only need 170 people to invest $20 in this project and the next steps forward will be taken immediately.

Please forward this to any of your friends who you think would be interested and ask them to make a donation to this project.

I thank you very much for your supporting the global youth arts and activist movement.

Peace, Kamau Bakari Abayomi (PitchBlackGold)                                                                                                                         

Happy Arrival Day El Hajj Malik El Shabazz (Malcolm X)


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May 19, 1925 – February 21, 1965

I read The Autobiography of Malcolm X when i was 16 years old. It was the first book I ever read that truly made me think about myself, my people and the country in which we live. It was the first true spark that would become a fire and blaze my path into knowledge of self. While most folks would praise the revolutionary pre-Mecca fire Malcolm X, especially in the early 90’s, I always identified with El Hajj Malik El Shabazz. I could acknowledge and respect the totality of his life. If he were still in physical form today, he would be addressed as El Hajj Malik El Shabazz. We may have shortened it to Malik Shabazz and I think he would have been okay with that, but none would dare call him Malcolm X, no more than we would call Malcolm X…Malcolm Little or Muhammad Ali…Cassius Clay. Brother X found his name.

His life is a representation of what it means to grow and develop into a full human being. From a mind state of ignorance and self hate, into a mind state of awareness and self love. A self love that is the prime motivating force in the fight for freedom, justice and equality.  A self love that understands that self is just as much collective as it is individual. A self love that refuses to bow down in the face of injustice and unrighteousness, in whatever direction or form it appears in. A self love that is not afraid to admit his own fault, misdirection and flawed applications. A self love that is that is meditative, contemplative and self examining, thus is in a process of constant refinement.  A self love that knows, if individuals can traverse the rocky road to attain right knowledge, wisdom and understanding, of mind, body and spirit, the channels through which love flows will be opened. Self individual and self collective will be elevated by this love.

May we all aspire to be the evolutionary human being that you were brother Shabazz.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YA STEVIE!!!!..belated :( As is the best song


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Peace to the living legend Stevie Wonder. A shining example of a musical genius who we are so blessed to still have with us in good health…and still making good music i must say. A true living legend who has given multiple generations, glorious displays of the beauty of sound, emotion and love. Thank You Stevie Wonder (May 13, 1950 – still goin’ strong!!!

In my humble opinion, As is Stevie’s greatest song, so let me share:


As around the sun the earth knows she’s revolving
And the rosebuds know to bloom in early May
Just as hate knows love’s the cure
You can rest your mind assure
That I’ll be loving you always
As now can’t reveal the mystery of tomorrow
But in passing will grow older every day
Just as all is born is new
Do know what I say is true
That I’ll be loving you always

Until the rainbow burns the stars out in the sky—ALWAYS
Until the ocean covers every mountain high—ALWAYS
Until the dolphin flies and parrots live at sea—ALWAYS
Until we dream of life and life becomes a dream

Did you know that true love asks for nothing
Her acceptance is the way we pay
Did you know that life has given love a guarantee
To last through forever and another day
Just as time knew to move on since the beginning
And the seasons know exactly when to change
Just as kindness knows no shame
Know through all your joy and pain
That I’ll be loving you always
As today I know I’m living but tomorrow
Could make me the past but that I mustn’t fear
For I’ll know deep in my mind
The love of me I’ve left behind Cause I’ll be loving you always

Until the day is night and night becomes the day—ALWAYS
Until the trees and seas just up and fly away—ALWAYS
Until the day that 8x8x8 is 4—ALWAYS
Until the day that is the day that are no more
Did you know that you’re loved by somebody?
Until the day the earth starts turning right to left—ALWAYS
Until the earth just for the sun denies itself
I’ll be loving you forever
Until dear Mother Nature says her work is through—ALWAYS
Until the day that you are me and I am you—AL~~~~~~WA~~
Until the rainbow burns the stars out in the sky~~~~~AA~~~~

We all know sometimes lifes hates and troubles
Can make you wish you were born in another time and space
But you can bet you life times that and twice its double
That God knew exactly where he wanted you to be placed
so make sure when you say you’re in it but not of it
You’re not helping to make this earth a place sometimes called Hell
Change your words into truths and then change that truth into love
And maybe our children’s grandchildren
And their great-great grandchildren will tell
I’ll be loving you

Until the rainbow burns the stars out in the sky–Loving you
Until the ocean covers every mountain high–Loving you
Until the dolphin flies and parrots live at sea–Loving you
Until we dream of life and life becomes a dream–Be loving you
Until the day is night and night becomes the day–Loving you
Until the trees and seas up, up and fly away–Loving you
Until the day that 8x8x8x8 is 4–Loving you
Until the day that is the day that are no more–Loving you
Until the day the earth starts turning right to left–Be loving you
Until the earth just for the sun denies itself–Loving you
Until dear Mother Nature says her work is through–Loving you
Until the day that you are me and I am you–
Now ain’t that loving you
Until the rainbow burns the stars out in the sky
Ain’t that loving you
Until the ocean covers every mountain high
And I’ve got to say always
Until the dolphin flies and parrots live at sea~~AL~~~WA~~~AYS
Until we dream of life and life becomes a dream-Um AL~~WA~~AYS
Until the day is night and night becomes the day-AL~~~~WA~~AYS
Until the trees and seas just up and fly away-AL~~WA~~~AA~~~~~
Until the day that 8x8x8 is 4~~~~~AA~~~~~~~AA~~~~~~~AA
Until the day that is the day that are no more-AA~~~~AA~~AA~~~AYS
Until the day the earth starts turning right to left-AL~~~WA~~~A~~~AA
Until the earth just for the sun denies itself-~~AA~~~AA~~~AA~~~AYS
Until dear Mother Nature says her work is through-AL~~~WAYS
Until the day that you are me and I am you
Until the rainbow burns the stars out in the sky
Until the ocean covers every mountain high
Until the dolphin flies and parrots live at sea
Until we dream of life and life becomes a dream
Until the day is night and night becomes the day
Until the trees and seas just up and fly away
Until the day that 8x8x8 is 4
Until the day that is the day that are no more
Until the day the earth starts turning right to left
Until the earth just for the sun denies itself
Until dear Mother Nature says her work is through
Until the day that you are me and I am you

Psychopathic Politicians in Arizona Vs. The Phoenix Bird Part 2


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After all of the public out cry & protests over the last couple weeks, the millions of dollars in lost revenue to Arizona and future losses to major events and businesses pulling out of Arizona,  the wicked witch of the west still doesn’t get it.  Last night, Gov Jan Brewer signed the bill, HB 2281 into law. This law bans ethic studies classes throughout Arizona, with the exception of Native American studies, which if not for federal law protecting it, would be out on its ass also. This bill is the brainless child of Arizona School Superintendent Tom Horne who has been pushing for this for a year now.  Horne called ethnic studies “harmful and dysfunctional” and had tried for nearly two years to persuade Tucson voters to bounce the local school board members who supported ethnic studies. His strategy failed and so this is his solution to the problem of brownie and blackie ethnic knowledge and empowerment.

Not surprising at all that he would find success in the Phoenix capital. Small minded, racist, scapegoating, stereotyping, generalizing, egocentric, white supremacists gravitate towards each other. It’s one thing if they do it in their barns in the backwoods, but it’s an entire new ball game when they are allowed to hold positions of power, especially public office and law enforcement. All those disgusting traits take on a psychopathic nature. (Read Part 1 of this article for more on psychopaths)

Needless to say, these individuals would not like to have a population of Brown and Black people united and energized with the same luminous brillance as  The Phoenix. In fact, they really don’t want anyone unified and energized other than their own, small minded, racist, scapegoating, stereotyping, generalizing, egocentric, fear-mongering, white supremacists-who-aren’t-racist-because-they-have-a-Black friend……or not, colleagues and families. But all they have done is just that, unite Black and Brown and Asian and Whites-with-sense and charge up the Phoenix bird spirit within the nation. As they stroke their pens to burn the rights of individuals to be secure in their own persons and have proper cultural education, non-Latino folks are remembering the words of Dr. King, “An injustice anywhere, is a threat to justice everywhere.”

Will Arizona politicians fold to the pressure or will they stand firm on their racists fears? The signing of HR 2281 last night, is a heavy lean towards the latter…

…….but i have hope that The Phoenix will rise.

Do Schools Kill Creativity?


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Above, Sir Ken Robinson gives an excellent lecture that borders on being a stand-up comedy routine in the number of laughs he gets out of the audience. Presenting with hilarious Brit humor, the way in which schools DO kill a child’s creativity, he touches on how the western school system is on a mad mission to turn everyone into what it deems as the epitome of an educated person…the university professor. Enjoy.

Game. Unset. Shift.


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If imitation is the highest form of flattery
Then embodiment is the highest for of worship
When I was little
My knees would whisper that to me before I went to bed
But I was more concerned with my soul being taken if I died
But now I know I’m the soul controller
I can pray in a studio booth and meditate in dancehalls
While they must call on a dead man’s name
and the game continues
The food on spirit’s menu is organic and astral
But most have forgotten the astral and say organic is too expensive
So their thoughts never stray from the safe-way
And what they produce is genetically altered to not have seeds so
There is no growth in thinking the safe-way
Forever dependent on what status quo say
So the game continues….
The more out the game I get
The more truth I step into
My body in the venue
Maat is throwing the party
And the chakras are spinning
Look into my eyes and see them dancing
Remember the rhythm
The rhythm you heard before you had ears
Remember the movements
The movements you made before you had legs
Remember the place
The place where thought and action carry the same definition
And “age” is non-existent
The place where you set the conditions
Where you CHOSE your mission
CHOSE your region
CHOSE your parents
CHOSE your gender
CHOSE your sexuality
CHOSE to forget that you made these choices
I told them I hear voices in my head and they called me a lunatic
A voice for each phase of the moon
That makes sense!
I am a LUNAtic!
My favorite voice speaks during full moons
Her audible silence is sultry and seduces my spirit
to rise above the tides of my temple
I am Ausar
Auset is my lover
She rides me well
I’m coming to a greater understanding of self
A greater understanding of experience
A greater understanding of freedom
Beyond bones and flesh
I no longer believe
Have faith
I stare down at my face
I KNOW I’ll exist after physical death
I’ll stand before pearly gates as they open
A booming voice from within says
“Welcome my child”
I’ll smile and respectfully decline
My spirit has touched beyond heaven
There’s a more grand design
The voice booms
“Hell is the only other choice for yourself!”
As I float up…up and away
I’ll say
“Heaven and hell only exist
for those who can’t perceive anything else”
Other spirits outside the gates will rise and follow me out of curiosity
And curiosity can never kill a cat who knows he cannot die
Just as conformity cannot sit with one who sees a lie
Spirits inside the gates will begin to follow me out of boredom
And we’ll rise up
And rise up
And all of this is a future déjà vu
That moment begins with this one
A moment of rising up
But not rising up against anything but ones own consciousness
Blind to urgency of a paradigm shift
A shift to the consciousness that recognizes
That we don’t have to get free
We only have to BE free
The greatest trick ever pulled
Was the convincing us that some else holds the key
As a woman knoweth so we’ll be
As a child showeth so we’ll see
Infinite possibilities to explore
Infinite possibilities to explore

Copyright© 2010 by PitchBlackGold Press
All Rights Reserved

Psychopathic Politicians in Arizona Vs. The Phoenix Bird


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Lemme say first and foremost that the Arizona immigration law sb1070 is complete bullshit. Another law constructed and passed through the White population’s ‘fear of a brown planet’.  For further commentary on it you can check all over the web because it’s the hot topic of the moment. What I’m gonna do here is hit this from another angle that may or may not be of interest to you.

All locations have a specific innate energy vibration on a physical, emotional and spiritual/metaphysical level and they have energy that has been projected on them by the collective consciousness of people. When we think of New York, certain thoughts and feelings are evoked. On a personal level, this may vary greatly depending on many factors, but the sum total of all these personal thoughts and feelings become the collective perception of  New York City. If the collective consciousness of America sees New York City as the financial capital of the US and the world and if the shock & awe of  9/11 gets embedded in that collective consciousness,  as it did, then fear, negativity, vulnerability, etc. reverberate through the financial  state of being of the entire American consciousness.  That’s New York, but what thoughts and feelings come up when we think of Arizona?……….Desert?…..Heat?…..Last to recognize MLK holiday?….Not much other than that comes to mind for me, but the one thing that has always stood out was the name of its capital, Phoenix.  What thoughts and feelings emerge when we say that name? Lets talk about the Phoenix for a sec…

The Phoenix is an ancient mythological immortal fire bird. It’s immortality is preserved in cycles of approximately 500 years and at the end of each cycle it consumes itself in its own fire, becoming ash, only to resurrect from those very ashes an resume it’s eternal flight with a new shining brilliance. A popular tattoo all over the world, people most often identify with the Phoenix’s ability to rise form the ashes, symbolic of overcoming hardship to be a better person. Okay. That’s an individual thing, but what about the collective?

What if the city of Phoenix, Arizona’s capital, is the American collective consciousness’ representation of the fire bird spirit?  What if this immigration law is the next phase of America’s self consuming fire(approximately 500 years from the first settlements in America mind you) jumping off? The reverberation has already begun as, other states are considering similar legislation . How far they get is to be seen, but the flames of white fear, police state progression and brown indignation are most definitely alive and as the law begins being enforced, it can only get uglier since it has zero root in anything but fear, bigotry and control.

The almost-human species known as the career politician, has kept the populace in a constant reactionary/defensive position as they fuel the flames with every act they sign into law. They (I’m generalizing of course) have an inability to address and solve problems that respect people on a human level,  so they have no qualms about violating constitutional rights. Since the  entire psychopathic administration prior to this one has gotten off completely free of any investigation, let alone prosecution for crimes committed abroad as well as domestic, the door for draconian laws has been blown off its hinges and let us be clear, psychopaths have long infiltrated government and police agencies……and banks and multinational and domestic corporations. Their ways of operation have filtered through the system and into society, so many once empathizing, compassionate beings have become pathological in order to rise, or just survive, within that system.

When we think of psychopaths, we tend to think of serial killers, rapists and other habitual violent offenders , but according to researcher Andrew Lobaczewski, out of 5000 psychotic, neurotic and healthy patients,  384 (7.7%) were identified who caused serious harm (physical and/or emotional) to others. Should make you think. For more info on Lobaczewski’s research check out

For those who do not know the traits that define a psychopath, here is leading psychologist in the field, Robert Hare’s checklist:

  • Glibness/superficial charm
  • Grandiose sense of self-worth
  • Pathological lying
  • Cunning/manipulative
  • Lack of remorse or guilt
  • Shallow affect
  • Callous/lack of empathy
  • Failure to accept responsibility for own actions

This shit reads like a requirement for any high political, banking, corporate or law enforcement position considering the headlines of today. We should all be knowledgeable of these traits. Next time you listen to an elected official speak and observe his/her actions, especially on issues concerning people rights, keep the above checklist in mind. You can also see these traits exhibited on a common people level as well, in restaurants, offices or DMV buildings. Should make you think. Observe.

Now back to the fire birdy. The phoenix is consuming itself now, but there are psychopaths whom do not wish to see the phoenix rise again from the ashes. So what actions must be taken to ensure that it does?

….stay woke for Part 2.

In the meantime, how about some P.E.