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THE SOVEREIGNTY PROTOCOL

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  THE SOVEREIGNTY PROTOCOL https://www.spreaker.com/episode/the-sovereignty-protocol--72053844 We love to point fingers when we are drowning. It feels natural to blame the water, the weather, or the person who pushed us in. But here is the hard truth: blame is a program designed to keep you sinking. Today is Kujichagulia (Self-Determination) in the week of Kuumba (Creativity). We are exploring what happens when we stop feeding our energy to the things that hurt us and start reclaiming our internal sovereignty. You cannot create a life of Peace, Power, and Joy while clinging tightly to your grievances. The power to define your world requires empty hands. Call to Inaction “To fly, you must first release the branch.” Take a moment today to scrape off the buildup. Stop trying to fight every injustice with anger, and simply release the need to be the victim. What familiar complaints can you stop voicing today? Who can you stop expecting to save or apologize to you? What heavy resentment...

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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