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Stop Preaching Unity While Waging a Civil War Inside Your Own Skin

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Stop Preaching Unity While Waging a Civil War Inside Your Own Skin The oppressor never needed a physical chain once he installed the Program of Separation inside your consciousness. The deepest wound of systemic disruption wasn't just breaking our families or borders; it was dismembering our internal kingdom. It conditioned us to view ourselves as isolated, fragile biological accidents rather than unbroken conduits of the First Source. We walk around in a walking trance—terrified, reactive, and easily herded by external noise because we are at war with ourselves. How can you build an unbroken tribe when your own house is shattered? Look at the civil war running inside your vessel: Your Mind mocks your Intuition , calling your ancestral gut-checks irrational. You lock your Emotions in the basement out of shame, letting anger and grief ferment into poison. Your Spirit is starved while your Physical Body is run into the ground on cheap dopamine and exhaustion. That is not power; ...

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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