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  The Machete in the Shed https://www.spreaker.com/episode/the-nearness-of-faith--71829773 There is a venomous snake at your feet, and the best weapon you own is three miles away. What do you do? Most of us are living our lives in that three-mile gap. We have "faith" in things that aren't here—promises from people who don't know our names and systems that weren't built for our survival. We talk about collective work ( Ujima ), but we hesitate because we think we’re missing a key ingredient. But what if the "missing" piece is actually something you need to get rid of rather than something you need to find? What if the "weapon far away" is actually a distraction keeping you from seeing the power in your own palms? Today, we explore the engine of Imani and why the most radical thing you can do for the Tribe is to stop looking for help. Call to Inaction: "He who waits for the moon to rise before he starts his journey will never reach the vill...

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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