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  DEFINING FAITH THROUGH SELF-DETERMINATION https://www.spreaker.com/episode/defining-faith-through-self-determination--72160798 Have you ever noticed how easy it is to let a broken system define your boundaries? We talk about having faith, but who are we putting our faith in? If the crocodile eats its own eggs, what makes you think it has your best interests at heart? Today we are diving into a dangerous tension—looking at Imani through the sharp lens of Kujichagulia. We are pulling back the layers on why your current path might feel crowded, and why the ultimate act of self-determination isn't about adding more to your plate, but scraping off the illusions you've been forced to carry. Are you living your true purpose, or are you just a lion trapped in a herd of sheep? Call to Inaction "What does not strengthen should be released, for it is a false treasure." — Ancient Sage Stop performing. Stop running on the hamster wheel of validation. Take a step back and sit wit...

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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