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The Hammer and the Vision: Wielding Double Creativity in the Season of Faith

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The Hammer and the Vision: Wielding Double Creativity in the Season of Faith We are deep in the final stretch of 2025, Fam. Can you feel it? The air is thick right now. It’s not just the winter chill; it’s the vibration of completion. We are walking through the 7th Cycle, the season of Imani (Faith) , and we are marching toward the Great Restoration. But today? Today the fractal of time is doing something special. If you look at the map of time, the math is shouting at us. Here we are, standing in the Year of Kujichagulia (Self-Determination) —where we define ourselves and speak for ourselves. We are swimming in the Cycle of Imani —believing in our victory with all our hearts. But here is where it gets interesting: We are in the Week of Kuumba (Creativity) , and today, specifically, is the Day of Kuumba . That’s a "Double-Dose" of Creativity. A double shot of that creative spark. Now, I know what the world tells you creativity looks like. They tell you it’s adding more paint ...

Final GoodBye III- Writing for Healing

His Story is Mine

His story is mines,
Better yet my story is his,
For now I can no longer deal with what was,
Now I have to deal with what is.
A great tree has fallen in the forest of life,
A tree that provided shade for many and a shelter from strife.
But this is not the end of his tory for his story is mine,
And his story will live through his bloodline for all time.
His story is not over because his story is mine, and I need for his loved ones to read between the lines.
Although his body is gone his spirit is strong, that explains why through the pain and confusion he lived so long.
Fear not because his story is not over because his story is mine,
He has made it to peace and he rest with the divine
We are the seeds and saplings grafted from his tree and now he can rest in comfort for his story can be told by we.
His story is not over, because his story belongs to me
For I am a proud branch on his family tree, I will always remember those that came before, those that struggled like no people before.
Like Miles Brown and the lady known as Ms. Ann their stories will live because it was passed to my hands
Like Herman Brown and Rosa lee
Like Geneva and Herman brown the second, and Cleven Brown now can peacefully join their essence
Although his body has now been returned to the earth
His story and their story has been cemented  in  time by Cleven Miles Brown's birth.
His story his mine, his story is ours, his story is ours.
Now tell it.......

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