Page 4 - Fuck the Matrix The Removal of Any Black Man´s Confusion

Introduction

When I began penning this book, I was preparing to leave the field of integrative
medicine. I had endured a lawsuit and death that was made to be my fault. And despite
the years of training and experience that I have, I realize that I am not nasty enough to
be both brilliant and tactical in a country that seemingly avoids logic when a foreigner is
being legally chastised. So, the idea of having a fixed location limits my
travels, earnings and soulful reactions.

During the morning of September 19, 2017, while struggling with walking pneumonia and
going about my day, I heard the alarm sound for an earthquake. I was attentive because
on the 8th of September, Mexico experienced an 8.2 earthquake and I didn’t bother
getting out of bed.

About 1pm, I felt the strangest jolt and for the following minute, my condo shook as I
listened to screams, crying, glass breaking, items falling and what seemed liked
contractors relocating the complex to build more small, expensive apartments. I found
my phone and sent a message to my wife, “Now, that was an earthquake.” We had
argued when I refused to run outside in the late night/early morning because in California
we trusted the structures.

For some reason, I walked to my car and decided I should pick up my 4 year old daughter.
I was calm. People were still in the streets. Patients were sending messages and asking if I
was ok and warning me to stay inside. My wife called. She was crying and telling me that
she loved me and to make sure that our baby was ok. Traffic was horrible. What had I
missed? I stayed cool and reached my daughter. Thereafter, I called my wife whom would
be separated from us for another 5 hours.

Her building had suffered damages that psychologically made her experience different
than mine. As a former firefighter, my survival instincts had automatically engaged and I
was functioning without fear. However, when I got home and tuned in to the news, I saw
that we had a problem. Mexico City had crumbled like a house of cards and I had no idea
how serious it was. The text messages began to make sense.

And as much as I hated my business assistant and working in the pueblo of San Gregorio,
I called to ascertain that he and his family were ok. I had found compassion amidst my
doctor persona. And due to damages that San Gregorio endured, I had every reason to
vacate my brick and mortar business. I felt handicapped, enslaved and almost employed
in my own business. The earthquake had shaken my world and rattled my brain. I had to
make some changes.

Throughout the years, I have been contacted by individuals that knew of my past
involvement with offshore banking, sovereignty and constitutional law. Unfortunately,
incareration changed my views of personal freedom and intensified my critique of the
path to liberty.