Thanksgiving Day. 27 November 2025.
Philadelphia, USA.
COMING ON AMAZON BOOKS – BIOMIMETIC BIRTHRIGHT FINANCE
Imagine you wake up tomorrow and nobody remembers borders.
Not because borders vanished—but because the people who drew them are dead.
Three hundred years ago, someone planted a flag, said “mine,” and we all nodded like sleepwalkers. We still call ourselves modern. We have AI that writes sonnets and flies drones, but we argue over lines on a map drawn by dead men who never met us.
Do we share the air?
Yes.
One lungful from Harare reaches Tokyo.
One nuclear flash in Cuba turns Florida into ash—your lungs don’t check passports.
The ocean in Japan slaps a whale onto California sand.
We are one wet rock spinning in black space, breathing the same recycled breath.
Yet we guard it like children with toys.
Money?
That is the crayon they gave us to color the lines.
It isn’t value—it is war fuel.
Every dollar printed is a bullet minted.
The U.S. backs its green bills with bombs.
Every empire does.
They call it full faith.
We call it full arsenal.
That is why inflation feels like suffocation: someone, somewhere, is firing the future at civilians.
Now picture the correction.
No more dead lines.
No more dead paper.
One metric gram—mineral, not money—drops into every newborn’s pocket the second they cry.
Not because a bank said yes.
Because the ground said yes.
Iron in your blood.
Platinum under your feet.
Lithium in the battery in your hand.
That metric gram is already yours; we are simply handing back the receipt.
Call it Mineral Air Gram.
Call it Earth Gram.
Call it Geo-Fiduciary Receipt (GFR).
The name does not matter.
What matters is what it is NOT.
It is NOT:
coin, token, voucher, credit, crypto, Bitcoin, NFT, star, scrip, tender, pay, exchange, debt.
It is NOT an instrument of war.
It is NOT owned by armies.
It is NOT printed.
It is ONLY:
a claim.
a breath.
a birthright.
Use it to buy rice.
Use it to save a child.
Use it to buy nothing—just hold it.
Lungs holding air do nothing, but they make everything possible.
This is the first world that lets the past die quiet.
No trauma.
No empire.
No flag.
Just Earth, handing back what it always intended.
We do not declare independence from kings.
We declare dependence on the only thing that never lied to us:
gravity.
Claim yours.
No signature needed.
No permission asked.
— Devine Mafa
The Breath Architect
Philadelphia, 27 November 2025