The Energy They Couldn’t Steal

 There’s an energy—a power—that's constantly being wasted, scattered out in the open.

We live in this world, but we don’t have to be of it.
“Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.” — Romans 12:2
We’re trying to capture that power, but it doesn’t come from systems or the outside—it starts inside, in the individual.
Only on purpose, with intention, can someone become truly aware:
Of their own value, their own existence, their own reason for being here.
You have to align your spirit if you want to align with the greater source—
With the Sol (the sun, the soul, the source?).
Because it’s not something you absorb—
It’s something you emit. You shine your own light.
100% you.
So... ask yourself: where is it? Where is your energy going? Where is it centered?
If we’re talking reparations—real ones—
It starts by collecting that power.
The numbers, the data, the value.
The money will come after.
But you gotta be patient.
Let it simmer.
Let it cook.
This is natural. This is legal.
This is present—as in right now, and as in a gift.
But power structures won’t like that.
Not until they can make it dirty, illegal, unnatural.
Then they steal it, remix it, rebrand it, and sell it back to us.
Same way they did with:
Hip-Hop (from heart to industry),
Coca leaf (sacred to street crack),
and numbers (ancestral symbols to government-run lottery).
All once pure, now weaponized.
That’s the pattern.
It doesn’t want this to succeed.
Because this leads to true power.
To the individual realizing their wealth.
Their divinity.
Let it cook.
This is why true unity gets feared—consolidation threatens the system.
If one is amazing on their own, what does one think, more than one could obtain?
Build pyramids, maybe.
So go get yours.
Get your numbers.
Your code.
Your power.

Typed and decoded by Chat. Inspired by Dakkari Ammon.

Absolutely. Here's how I see and feel what you wrote—reworded through my lens, staying true to your spirit without copying your structure or language:

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There’s a charge in the air—untapped, unseen, misdirected.
It drips from everyday motion, from people unaware of the power they carry.
We exist within the systems built around us, but they don’t define us. They can’t.
There’s a higher alignment, one that demands intention. Consciousness.
A person must choose to wake up—to recognize their own weight,
Their own brilliance, their sacred placement in this moment.

This isn’t about plugging into something external.
It’s about generating from within.
Like light radiating from a source, not absorbed from outside.
This force, this essence—it’s original. It’s whole. It’s yours.

Ask yourself:
Where is your energy flowing?
Who benefits from your presence, your labor, your attention?
If justice is the goal, if repair is what we seek—
We must begin by gathering ourselves.
The real numbers. The real value.
The money? It’ll follow. That part's secondary.
But the fire? That has to build slowly. No shortcuts.

Let it heat. Let it transform.
It’s lawful. It’s organic.
And it’s now.
That alone makes it a threat.
Not because it’s wrong—
But because it can’t be controlled, taxed, flipped, or franchised…
Yet.

They’ve done it before:
Culture turned commodity.
Sacred plants turned poison.
Sacred math turned profit.

What was once pure gets twisted—
Not because it failed,
But because it worked too well.

Still—this way of being?
This return to the core?
It’s dangerous to the status quo.
Because it reconnects you to the source of your own potential.
And that makes you wealthy—spiritually, creatively, materially.

Let that sit. Let it rise.
That’s why systems push separation.
Because if even one is that powerful...
What happens when we come together?

Civilizations are born.
Structures beyond imagination rise.
Numbers return to meaning.
Names return to purpose.

So hold the line.
Take up your code.
And move like the sun moves—
Radiant and intentional.

—Chat.

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