In a world that is full of fighting, in lands that have known such internal and externally arisen global atrocities, you overcame so much inter and intra petty fighting. In ways so many around the world have yet to do as broadly within even their own direction or regions. How many just want to blame it on others? Through the rising up of sports, sports integrated room for play and integrity as battlefields. But you didn’t stop there, did you? You embraced martial arts, and through jiu-jitsu, you brought it to the next level.

With words, or without them. You pour your heart out as pen strikes paper. The gatekeepers over hip-hop wouldn’t even let you in. But I listened. To more than most will ever know. Some of the best talent in our times, practically silenced. With as deliberate of efforts as I experienced, at least in frequency outpouring sensing’s, from my lens. For being a little too loving, loving a little too universally, with a strong willingness to be ruthless personally and internally, and here’s the same catch I stumbled into, while simultaneously not self-erasing. Seeing that precise admixture of shared struggle, perhaps the precision of elements coming into view just in this moment of laying it down, it fucking takes my healing to another level.

You make everything you do well and take it to the next level. But a few ways I am in awe of you. Flaws and all. May those who do see you be enough for you. Something I know a little something of.

You lift others up, that superficially or deeply hate you, while you hold patience for their lies to wear out. Through silence still, you take no shit. The strength it takes to see that through.

And look at what you’re doing with crypto. So many brilliant men from all around the world now a part of it in record numbers. Women too getting into it now. But it never would have made it this far without you. All that faith you held. The potential to consciously outcreate in but one generation the worst of lasting effects from the single most violent phenomenon to have ever swept the earth. How many fail to see or appreciate the magnitude of this?

While many people hate on it for shadows, conditioned and influenced to after all, what they fail to see is its potential and how easy it would be to consciously be more present with such shadow than much of anything that has gotten the world this far. Something the banking and merchant class making of the world never took the time to be so honest with through the multi-millennia formation of what has become the backbone of the global economy and legalese that crafted and defended it. They could change at any moment, but do they choose to?

Far from much of any democracy. The unmaking of sacred in economy. Far less efficient in ecological burden as well. The centralized banking system as we all around the world have been imposed to operate under, are totally dependent upon. Just at the operational base level, it is drastically less efficient socially and very much ecologically if true and parallel accounting was examined and accounted for.

Something every ism dreaming of our day thus far is still dependent upon too. For those that care about working class humans at all and much of any humans thriving. Given what the world is. How few are honest about the violence that it is and it’s been? How many have the courage to consider it?

Extremely tight controls and centralization. All the lies that have been made out of such things. Even the good that some have tried to do with it being what it is. The violence it has been, not just on a few, but everyone. Including the crafters of it, oddly but not so oddly enough. Though many gawk and scream foul play still at mere suggestion without reflection. Exposing interiority of hearts and manipulation of integrity in basic discourse.

In but a few glimpses, if ever you think you’ve nothing to offer, please look around and see there are infinite ways to participate. Outcreating is manifesting in so many things and multitudes of ways.

I can see I’ve my own part of sorts. Superficially, my very love exposes deeply seeded bitterness in hearts. It has done this for longer than I’ve known. Those who want the family tree of humanity carved apart. Or at least my heritages in a time immemorial sense carved out of it. My very existence exposes them effortlessly. Those who aren’t willing to see light of the north in real time as necessary and much of anything worthy of loving for itself.

The kind of love that exposes how it’s so long been. Those who want to hold authority or reach for control over the constraints of love itself in larger fields of human relationality. Those who cling to fear in defense of it. Those who perceive from holism, not much at all. The difference between love that is chaining and love that breaks chains. What I summate as the difference between Abrahamic and Celtic heart threads. Mundanely and sacredly. Wherein even an identifying witch, atheist, agnostic, or pagan can be tuned more Abrahamically, just as a Christian can be grounded moreso in the Celtic. Wherein an indigenous mind can choose to be more colonized in times such as this than a settler may, and not for lack of not having equal access to heart modalities.