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The Architecture of the Eternal

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  The Architecture of the Eternal https://www.spreaker.com/episode/the-architecture-of-the-eternal--71904855 The world wants you to believe that Purpose is a destination you reach by running faster than everyone else. But what if your true Purpose is hidden under the mountain of things you’ve been told you should want? Today we're talking about the "Architecture of the Eternal." We’re looking at why your legacy isn't about your hustle—it's about what remains when the noise stops. We explore the patience of the egg and the danger of building on someone else's blueprint. Are you an architect, or just a bricklayer for a system that doesn't love you? Call to Inaction “The vessel is most useful when it is empty.” Release the need to be "productive" for just one hour today. Sit with the silence and ask: What am I doing only because I’m afraid of being forgotten? Which "responsibility" is actually just a distraction from my soul's work? ...

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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