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Are You Just Surviving, or Are You Creating?

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  https://www.spreaker.com/episode/the-alchemist-s-hands--69688219 Are You Just Surviving, or Are You Creating? There is a distinct difference between "making it through the day" and "shaping the day." For generations, our people have been masters of the second path. We’ve taken the most difficult circumstances and turned them into culture, rhythm, and resilience. But how do you tap into that power when you feel drained? How do you move from reacting to the chaos around you to being the architect of your own peace? In today’s episode, we explore the sacred principle of Kuumba and why your ability to create is actually your greatest political and spiritual act. If you’ve been feeling stuck in a loop of "same old, same old," this conversation is the spark you need to start reshaping your reality. Get the Nguzo Saba Narrative Map: Discover how to align your daily actions with your purpose and finally "find your way" toward a life of peace and powe...

Salute to Nommo X

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I have to start this by saluting the men who have blazed a path in my life. I will do this in order and then I will dive in to this tribute. First I have to give shots out to my grandfather Cleven Brown who taught me to care and take care of my family (RIP). Next in line I have to say thank you to the person who this article is about Nommo X. Nommo then introduced me to Dr. Moriba Kelsey the founder of APDS, and the Tawi Village. Through Dr. Kelsey and Nommo I met Dr. Lewis Dodley entrepreneur and the Baba of the Simba Nation. Through Baba Dodley I was introduced to Gaylord Thomas. These men have shaped me through the fire of their love into who I am today. You may never hear about these men but they are in my pantheon of greatness. When I needed fatherly guidance each of these men gave it to me in their own way. Nommo X was a historian, warrior, entrepreneur, and a all around great man. He was a mentor that accepted you where you were and helped moved you to where you needed to be. ...

Till we meet again

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I havent poured a libation since you left, My tears are the testament of the sorrow that I feel, and pray they will push you threw. These are the tears of a selfish man. For they are not for you but for the empty space left by your living this life. But we will meet again Your life has etched the map for me to follow to the ultimate place of rest, and i am grateful for the time we spent and i glance at the picture of you holding and now I hold your memory as tightly. I wont and cant say goodbye, lets just part and say till we meet again....