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The Heavy Lift of Authenticity: Why True Liberation Demands Your Own Labor

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The Heavy Lift of Authenticity: Why True Liberation Demands Your Own Labor https://www.spreaker.com/episode/carry-your-own-water--72500230 Let’s stop playing polite. We live in an era where everyone wants the refreshing taste of victory, but nobody wants to walk the miles to the well to get it. We’ve become comfortable, spoiled by a society that hands us pre-packaged conveniences, algorithms that think for us, and spaces that insulate us from the beautiful, necessary discomfort of growth. But here is the hard truth we have to face as a people: Originality don’t come from normal. If you are looking at the state of the world and feeling mad, sad, or scared about where we are heading, the remedy isn’t begging for a sip from someone else’s cup. The remedy is self-mastery. In this episode of Gye-Nyame Journey Radio, we break down an ancient truth that will shake up your entire paradigm: Once you carry your own water, you remember every drop. Think about it. When you have to carry a heavy-as...

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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