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The Scarcity Simulation: Why Your Crown is Slipping and How to Reclaim Your Axé

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The Scarcity Simulation: Why Your Crown is Slipping and How to Reclaim Your Axé Pull up a chair on the porch, family. Take a slow, deep breath, expand your chest, and let’s sit with today's medicine. Today, we are standing flat-footed on our journey, moving under the vibrant, green, and fertile frequency of Ujamaa (Cooperative Economics) . Let’s stop playing small. Economics is infinitely deeper than mastering the digits in a bank app; it’s about mastering the flow of divine resources and recognizing the raw power already sitting in our rooms. Too often, the Western matrix tricks us into looking right past our own wealth. To truly step into Ujamaa, we have to view it through the lens of Ujima (Collective Work) —understanding that our collective economic sovereignty only awakens when we lock arms. In The Warrior Handbook for Life’s Journey and The Player’s Pyramid (available at ha2timgyenyame's Author Page ), we are reminded of a hard truth: your internal resources must align...

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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