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De-Program the Matrix: Reclaiming the Ancestral Pen on Kujichagulia

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De-Program the Matrix: Reclaiming the Ancestral Pen on Kujichagulia Checkout Episode Let’s stop playing nice and confront a hard truth: Most of you are out here living a life you didn’t write. You’re waking up every day, punching the clock, reacting to the madness on your feed, and executing a sequence of commands that someone else programmed into you. You think you’re free because you get to choose your outfit, but if your mindset is trapped in blame, shame, and fear, you are nothing more than a glitchy piece of software running on an oppressive system's server. Yesterday evening, I came home after picking up my daughter Gina from practice. I was exhausted, trying to wind down early for the morning show. As I sat down, I accidentally sat on the remote control and changed the channel on my wife. A movie popped up. I didn’t know the title, and honestly, it didn’t matter. Within two minutes, I recognized the formula. I knew exactly how the story was going to end. But guess what? I st...

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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