Page 25 - Fuck the Matrix The Removal of Any Black Man´s Confusion

Seeing the Problem

I had never been in handcuffs more than a few minutes. Something had gone
awfully wrong because a week prior to my arrest in California I was eastbound
on Interstate 10. I wouldn’t be leaving California anytime soon because I was
thinking of a plan to get my brother home and that would mean me sacrificing
my own freedom. I was devastated as I stared at the handcuffs: a simple,
metallic device with the ability to restrain movement and/or limit the ability to
think freely. The guy next to me was comfortable. He had removed his shackles
without any concern for my well-being. At least, this is what I thought. I was
miserable and the inappropriate selection of songs didn’t make what was
happening to me any easier. California Department of Corrections was playing
some wicked mind games in the name of entertainment.

When the stranger spoke to me, it was as if he’d been sent to give me a
message. His tone assured me that I’d get a second chance at life. Even if I lost
everything in the process. Of course, said life would consist of limitations and
struggles that would make me suicidal, but I’d get through it. He eventually
explained that the handcuffs were not real. They hurt like hell and I couldn’t
break them. They were pretty damn real to me! This guy was so prepared that
he had paper and pencil. He jotted down bookstores for me to contact and
books for me to read. He advised me to “be better, do better”. It was as if he
knew what I was capable of.

This one conversation helped me to access the willingness to discover the
warrior within. I needed that boost. If I could play that conversation every
morning, for the rest of my life, I may never have another problem that requires
more than a few minutes of attention and emotion. Surely, emotion is
necessary. Emotion is attached to intelligence whereas intellect requires
heartless actions.

We have all been programmed, indoctrinated or hardwired to look without for
upliftment. We don’t really trust ourselves. And our educations are only
sufficient while they define us or give us a feeling of “completion” or
“accomplishment”. Once they cannot do that, we feel worthless.

Our brains, which have been manipulated by marketers, give us visions and
sounds. Everything is being defined for us. Rarely, are our thoughts or feelings
really our own. Yet, we see this as our “consciousness”. And yet, our brain is the
assumed architect of this chaos. Under scrutiny, of any kind, we are functioning
with outdated and/or damaged software. Pain cannot always be minimized or
ignored, but much of the other stuff that controls us isn’t as real as we allow it
to be.