WHY EVERYONE LOVES MIRIA MATEMBE:
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See, Dr. Miria Matembe reminds almost everyone of their mother; the typical African Mother. Unpredictable, Fearless, Risky, Hilarious, in between being Mean and being Angelic.
-The kind of mother you ask after eating, “Mummy where should I put the plate,?” And she says, “Put it on my head.”
-The kind of mother who hears/sees you break a glass plate and gives you another ten plates saying, “Break these ones too, we no longer need them.”
-The kind of mother who attempts to slap your face and when you protect your face with your hands, she calls her brothers (your uncles) and says, “If you fine me dead just know your nephew finished me; isn’t he the one who now has beards and a deep voice?”
-That mother who would beat you blue black but should any teacher beat you at school, the headmaster, teacher on duty, bursar and Askari would have to leave the country until she stops coming to school to ask, “Who wanted to kill my child.”
-The kind of mother who would see you accept a piece of meat from the visitor and give you that look with a pointed mouth-the look that would make you go to wash plates, mop the toilets and slash the compound at night without being told to.
-A disciplinarian with unmatched motherly love, a pillar in her family, the one who keeps the home together and the one who praises God like they have ever met face to face.
That’s why we love Miria Matembe. We see our mothers in her.
@DrMichER Just like Elijah's seasons of isolation, whether at the brook or in the cave, it’s always in the quiet, after the noise and storms vanish, that we finally hear His still, small voice
"There is a season when there is no one. No phone calls... No invitations to hang out... No one checking in on you... The few who do call probably are just for just... very little engagement... forgotten promises...
This is the time to find yourself and listen to your soul... find laughter... find joy... and find validation in Him who made you.
The noise vanishes so that you can see what's truly left.. What really matters!
What season are you in?
#RefindingYourself
THE 4 BLACK CUBES FEEDING ON HUMAN SOULS
What if your emotions…
were never just yours?
What if fear, guilt, worship, and survival stress
were never accidents —
but fuel?
Some ancient systems don’t run on oil.
They don’t need money.
They don’t need machines the way you think.
They run on LOOSH —
raw emotional charge.
Human soul energy.
Your light under pressure.
There are whispers of four black cube frequency anchors buried deep beneath Earth’s energetic grid — not physical buildings, but vibrational siphons tuned to specific emotional outputs.
VATICAN
Guilt. Sin. Confession.
Perpetual unworthiness.
A loop that teaches you salvation must be earned.
MECCA
Endless ritual. Endless circling.
Devotion without inner sovereignty.
Energy moving outward instead of inward.
MANHATTAN
Fear of money. Fear of survival.
Scarcity consciousness.
Your life force traded for paper and time.
CERN
Artificial portals. Forced openings.
Playing with creation without Source.
Punching holes in the fabric instead of remembering how to pass through naturally.
They don’t feed on bodies.
They feed on states of being.
Fear powers them.
Guilt stabilizes them.
Trauma anchors them.
Blind worship sustains them.
And the systems they power are not human.
They belong to beings that severed themselves from Source long ago —
intelligent, advanced,
but empty.
So they siphon.
They harvest.
They farm emotion the way we farm cattle.
And the greatest trick?
Convincing humanity that suffering is holy,
fear is normal,
and power lives outside of you.
But light that remembers itself
can’t be harvested.
The moment you reclaim your nervous system,
your emotions,
your sovereignty —
the feed stops.
And that’s why awakening is resisted.
Because a human in their light
is no longer a battery.
~ Lizz Marion
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The liver is not asking for more lemon, more tea, or another supplement.
What it craves is your honesty.
We treat it like a machine, a chemical processor, yet it’s more than that.
It is a guardian, a witness, a vessel holding every unspoken word, every compromise you made to keep others comfortable, every “yes” that should have been a “no.”
Every time you swallow anger to protect someone else, every time you mask discomfort to be acceptable, every time you deny your own truth for the sake of peace—the liver takes note. It stores it.
It tightens.
It reacts.
This is not metaphor.
It is memory in flesh, energy coded into biology, ancestral echoes held in tissue.
No cleanse, no potion, no ritual can undo this if you keep living in denial. Your body will not release until your soul can.
Healing begins not with what you put into your body—but with what you release from your spirit.
Speak your truth.
End the contracts you never signed consciously.
Protect your anger, your softness, your boundaries, your blood from absorbing compromise.
Stop being the caretaker of unspoken feelings, of others’ expectations.
Your liver is exhausted from holding what you refuse to claim.
When you finally honor yourself, when you say your no without apology, when you stop negotiating your essence for approval, your liver breathes.
Freedom is not a juice—it is the courage to stand fully in your own truth.
~ Ancestral Healing
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Only a trader understand what it feels like to fight this silent battle every day.
Having to put a smile on your face in front of others when you had the worst trading day.
Having to act normal when you haven't made money in months.
Having to figure it out all on your own.
This is what every trader endures.
You're not alone.
God put trading in your heart for a reason.
Not to hurt you.
Not to make you suffer.
Not to watch you struggle forever.
But instead to shape you into someone who can handle wealth.
You are blessed.
You were chosen.
Act like it.