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  The Sovereign Breath: Scraping Off the False Self https://www.spreaker.com/episode/the-sovereign-breath-scraping-off-the-false-self--71955071 Have you ever felt crushed by the weight of a story you didn't even write? So many of us are walking through life carrying luggage packed by other people. We let the world's definitions of our culture, our capabilities, and our future dictate how we move. But what if the secret to your ultimate power wasn't found in fighting those definitions, but in simply dropping the bags? Today on the podcast, we visit the ancient wisdom of the Akoban people and a young princess who was taught how to breathe past the ridicule of her peers. We explore the tension between who the world demands you to be and the quiet, sovereign power of who you choose to be. We aren't adding anything new to your plate today; we are taking the heavy things off. Call to Inaction: When the cup is empty, it can finally be filled. Stop pouring your energy into a c...

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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