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The Geometry of Abundance: Why Ujamaa is the Antidote to a Cancerous System

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The Geometry of Abundance: Why Ujamaa is the Antidote to a Cancerous System Listen to the episode Here Listen closely, Family. History doesn’t move by accident; it moves in strict alignment with divine order. On this sacred day of Ujamaa, June 25th, the cosmos has handed us two massive receipts of raw resistance against predatory systems. In 1975, Mozambique cut the colonial chains of Portugal. Nearly a century before that, in 1876, the Lakota, Northern Cheyenne, and Arapaho completely dismantled the machinery of white supremacy at the Battle of Little Bighorn. When you look deeply at these markers, you realize that breaking free from a system designed to consume your very soul requires a specific kind of spiritual endurance. There’s an old proverb from Mozambique that hits the spirit raw: "By persevering, the egg walks on legs." On the surface, it sounds impossible. An egg shouldn’t be able to stand, let alone walk. But through internal maturation, silent growth, and relent...
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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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