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The Solo Grind is a Trap: Embodying the Power of Ujima Blue

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The Solo Grind is a Trap: Embodying the Power of Ujima Blue Listen to Episode Let’s stop lying to ourselves, Tribe. Pull up a chair on the porch and let’s strip away the noise. We live in a hyper-individualistic matrix that has conditioned us to believe that carrying the weight of the world on our solo shoulders is a badge of honor. We run ourselves into the dirt, chasing the illusion of the "isolated savior." But let’s call it what it really is: a systemic trap designed to keep us fragmented, exhausted, and easily broken. When you buy into the lie that you have to handle every burden alone, you aren't being strong. You are simply cultivating a toxic, heavy buildup of Blame, Shame, and Guilt. You blame yourself for not possessing superhuman strength, carry shame for your human vulnerabilities, and let guilt freeze your hands from reaching out to the very people who have your back. This keeps you trapped in a cycle of feeling mad, sad, and scared. Our ancestors left us an ...

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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