The Lost Epic of Our Core Principles Part 1

The Enigmatic Marginalization of our source to source Inspirations (revealing the beloved within as it is all around both above and below bearing a soul made to flow all throughout the cosmos) The lost epic of our Core Principles, part 1: The never-ending quest for new source material...

"We can not be limited by other peoples limited imaginations..." said Dr. Mae Jemison, as she engineered a way to draw a series of interrelated measurements between occurrences as if a great wave of inspiration were to happen all at once rippling out across the collection of our conscious cosmic existence. Interrupted by a few life conflicts, cascading one right after another, seeking strategies to resolve their repeating patterns averting from potential tragedies while embracing the divine comedies.

"The very serious function of racism is distraction. It keeps you from doing your work. It keeps you explaining, over and over again, your reason for being.” Toni Morrison sat up profoundly looking at a world full of people who struggled to do the most that they could with the least amount of what they were worth. Toni was left with one final thing to say before the frequently occurring intensities shifted focal points ...“You are your best thing.”... this statement echoed loudly in the ears between the heads of those who had the eyes to see what was being said...

“Human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted.” Martin Luther King Jr. pushed forth towards a common connection at the tablet of unity, there we knew, that there must be something that would get us back home safely. Like shepherds learning from the wolves how to walk through the valley of shadows and dance in the moonlit enthusiasm of our creators take on deprivation and destruction. We decided it was better, getting to know each other, with our eyes closed and our hearts wide open...

“A good head and a good heart are always a formidable combination.” Nelson Mandela walked in as if we had just fallen from the ocean and set fire to the sky, it seemed as if, here at this tablet of union we could establish a core principle based around the source material of respect and dignity. This source material could then, in theory, be wielded to liberate our minds from the hate that waits to make us blind. Mr. Mandela went on to conclude: “For to be free is not merely to cast off one’s chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others.” We went on from the tablet of union in different directions to then share in what the five of us had established with the new additions to our universal core principles.

Nelson chose the path of staying behind where he would maintain and protect the core principles, Dr. Mae chose the path of the furthest exploration, Toni chose the path of the deepest internalizations, Martin Luther King Jr. chose the path of the most peaceful resistance, and Here I am with you right now, going as far as we can, reaching as deep as we are able to, and reminding each other that true power can only be found at these points of our existence, perhaps a common connection will always be that civil disobedience is within reach!

We put the new source material to good use liberating open-minded, like-hearted individuals along the way. However, we were confronted by an obstacle as we grew further apart, Booker T. Washington projected an astral dream body that traveled in a fractal pattern between all of us and spoke through images that wrote themselves out like this: “In all things that are purely social we can be as separate as the fingers, yet one as the hand in all things essential to mutual progress.”

Wilma Rudolph rose from a prone position into a power stance triangulating a strong center with the earth “Never underestimate the power of dreams and the influence of the human spirit. We are all the same in this notion: The potential for greatness lives within each of us." Wilmas Voice reached heart speeds in each of us that stimulated our strengths to overcome the unmovable objects of our everyday lives.

eventually, all of our paths would lead us back through to each other, Langston Hughes and Frederick Douglas had been reflecting with one another on the subject matter of the moment...

“Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,” said Langston Hughes as he reached for the untied curtains draping over the window between our souls...

“If there is no struggle, there is no progress," exclaimed Frederick Douglass who insisted all the curtains must be torn down and returned to their most natural state.

and then Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. went to say “The time is always right to do what is right.” we acknowledged the core principles and revealed what was left of our source material, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. had shared so much, it was nearly time for him to return and yet we still had so much more to give...

Asa Phillip Randolph interrupts our train of thought on giving with a powerfully activating statement as he reminds us “Freedom is never given; it is won.”

Kwame Nkrumah interjects the interruption with yet another perceptive twist to clarify the connections being reflected on by those in need of further disruption “Freedom is not something that one people can bestow on another as a gift. Thy claim it as their own and none can keep it from them.” by this one could mean as bystanders we must exercise our rights in the art of intervention, disrupting the usual programming and by confronting the indirect connections we can directly connect with the kind of support we need to both, ask for, and offer. Though there are still even more meanings yet to be explored.

The bottom line gets hit when walls are drawn and restrictions are placed on us in ways that do not serve our best interests, Nina Simone rides across the lines of time on a ray of light and shines upon all those in need of a reason “You’ve got to learn to leave the table when love’s no longer being served.”... Inspired by the transference of self-righteousness and self-respect Sadie T.M. Alexander swings in on a rabbit-shaped nimbus cloud raining sunflower seeds and fertilizing the ground for apple trees. “Don’t let anything stop you. There will be times when you’ll be disappointed, but you can’t stop.” and so they didn't.

As Nina's Ray of light crossed with Sadie's nimbus familiar a bow of everchanging color spectrums wrapped itself around the stars “Stretch your mind and fly.” Whitney M. Young Jr. pointed up at the bow and traced its image out as if we were painting new constellations into existence. A forgiving nudge from beside us is inferring that acceptance is necessary, Maya Angelou walks over to us with an excuse-me-please grace furled up between a pair of scrunchy eyes and tightly smiling facial muscles “The need for change bulldozed a road down the center of my mind.” Maya proceeded to pace between us performing an interpretive dance describing what changing one's mind looks like.

“There comes a time when people get tired of being plunged into the abyss of exploitation and nagging injustice.” Martin Luther King, Jr. continued to ever vigilantly swing his source material around from one little space over there, to another bigger space over here, covering family values and communal equity in such a rich quality of respect and dignity that the layers were sticking and drying better than ever before.

“Don’t agonize, organize.” Florynce Kennedy could feel the charge of life flowing through the air like a natural mystic. We opened up our hands and everyone held them, we breathed deeply and everyone came to be. Something was resembling us, trembling in the natural order of chaos.

“We have learned to fly the air like birds and swim the sea like fish, but we have not learned the simple art of living together as brothers. Our abundance has brought us neither peace of mind nor serenity of spirit.” Martin Luther King, Jr. had made it all the way back to the source, there we shall restore the core principles with honor as we connect all of the respect to all of the dignity that we had shared while taking the opportunity to remember that true beauty has no shame because... in true beauty, we are all the same.

Desmond Tutu sat in the pleasures of simplicity with us as if we had never left. Desmond raised our gaze upwards into a full-tilt and whispered in repetition “My humanity is bound up in yours, for we can only be human together.

“In recognizing the humanity of our fellow beings, we pay ourselves the highest tribute." Thurgood Marshall brought the cosmic gavel to a loud thunderous crash that sounded as though a wave full of every applause ever previously given had just smashed into the percussive ridges of an analog cliff side choir kit.

At first, in the end, we couldn't help but feel like there were more core principles that needed to be written and lots of new source material just waiting to be shared.

Afterward in the changing room between sequels in sequence with this parallel perception buried beneath the radical expressions of self tucked away on one's highest shelf we can hear a few extra takes on this question of self-reflection.

Morgan Freeman slams a hand on the table in front of us drawing our attention back to our center “I don’t want a Black History Month. Black history is American history."

Neil DeGrasse Tyson stands up and joins the elevation in energy Morgan Freeman set off “If the only time you think of me as a scientist is during Black History Month, then I must not be doing my job as a scientist." we laugh about achievements in astrophysics, the explosion, and formation of stars, dwarf galaxies and the structure of the milky way, yet still a disappointing sorrow glooms over us hinting at something that needs to be done differently, a variable that needs to be altered in order to achieve different results. Something that says we are all adults and we are to be held individually responsible for the transparent accountability necessary to join in one big cooperative divinity.

A politician takes the stand on the televised imitations imitating what we have been made to imagine a peaceful revolution might look like, The name tag reads Tom Perez “During Black History Month, I’m reminded yet again of the ways that the struggle for civil rights is interwoven with the struggle for workers’ rights.”

then suddenly before we could address the political commentary Henry Louis Gates walked right through the screen into our daily living space “The thing about black history is that the truth is so much more complex than anything you could make up.”

...and so that need to know more found a way to ask for help...

Yet to be Continued Part 2: It was over the moment we entered these woods