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The Axe Forgets, But We Build: Why Kuumba Is Your Ultimate Weapon Against Systemic Amnesia

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The Axe Forgets, But We Build: Why Kuumba Is Your Ultimate Weapon Against Systemic Amnesia Oppression thrives on a very specific type of fraud: systemic amnesia . The system hits you, leaves a scar, moves down the block, and expects you to act like nothing happened. It relies on the cold, unfeeling nature of the axe. The axe strikes with brute force, leaves deep gashes in the bark, and walks away completely oblivious to the weight of the blow. The axe forgets because it doesn’t have to carry the damage. "The axe forgets, but the tree remembers." — Shona Wisdom We are the tree. Our roots run centuries deep into this Earth, and our inner rings record every storm, every winter, and every strike. We remember. But remembering without action keeps you trapped in the tri-state trap: Mad, Sad, and Scared. To step into your Peace, Power, and Joy , you have to activate Kuumba (Creativity) —the radiant, fiery orange frequency of pure life force.         ...
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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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