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The Capitalist Simulation is Lying to You: Why "Self-Made" is a Trap

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The Capitalist Simulation is Lying to You: Why "Self-Made" is a Trap Checkout the episode Let’s stop playing small, Tribe. Today is Thursday, July 9, 2026, and we are stepping directly into the vibrating green energy of Ujamaa (Cooperative Economics) . It's time to have a real, unfiltered conversation on the porch. Look around you. We are constantly breathing in a psychological virus—a predatory simulation engineered to keep you Scared and Mad . The system floods your feed with the lie of scarcity, screaming that there isn't enough room, enough money, or enough power for all of us to thrive. So what do we do? We get defensive. We buy into the hyper-individualistic hustle culture, running ourselves ragged on a corporate hamster wheel, chasing status symbols to look rich while our communities starve. We’ve been tricked into believing the myth of the "self-made" success story. But let's keep it 100: isolation is not security. It’s a prison sentence. True e...

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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