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  How Can Faith Fix Our Finances? https://www.spreaker.com/episode/the-resilience-of-the-red-feather-manifesting-ujamaa-through-imani--71939483 We often treat Faith (Imani) as a prayer for the afterlife, but what if it’s the actual key to building our marketplace today? During this powerful week of Ujamaa, we are challenged to look at our economic reality through the lens of our ancestors' resilience. In the latest episode, we explore the tension between the "Simba share" of individual greed and the unbreakable strength of the "tied sticks." We dive into why Gye had to let his old shell burn away to become a Nation Builder, and how that same "fire of the sun" is waiting to transform your business and your life. Is your shell a servant, or is it the one sitting on the throne? Call to Inaction: "What does not strengthen should be released, for it is a false treasure." What competitive urge can you stop feeding today to make room for cooperatio...

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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