Jewels of Life

By Brein Eugene Diggs

Across the board comparing to our ancient ancestors, a monumental gap lacking in principles crowds the room! It was incumbent that I expound on some principles for People of Color, that I first encountered during the 1992 release of the film Malcom X. What has been forgotten The Jewels of Life will help you to remember inspiring yourself to maintain the shine of those jewels keeping them with you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Brein Eugene Diggs
• Release date: Dec 31, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370380787

Brein Eugene Diggs

Brein E. Diggs was born in Oxnard, California being a resident there for twenty-four years. Brein spends his time reading and researching the histories of the world and mysteries of his people. In his spare time outside of researching he watches sports as his hobby entertainment. Providing information in the form of a book is one way Brein gives to the people. When time permits he also patrons some of the community organization services. Here, he is eyeball scoping for familiar and not so familiar faces he knows living as homeless. Giving words of encouragement to these faces is his objective here. He is now a resident of Kansas City, Missouri.

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Jewels of Life

Jewels of Life

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Brein E. Diggs

Jewels of Life

By Brein E. Diggs

Copyright 2017 Brein E. Diggs

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Dedication

Introduction

Knowledge

Wisdom

Understanding

Freedom

Justice

Equality

Food

Shelter

Clothing

Love

Peace

Happiness

Culture

Unity

Mind

Body

Soul

Family

On The Tip of Our Fingers

About the Author

Connect with Me

Suggested Readings

Dedication

This book is happily and whole hearted dedicated to my older brother Roshone Curtis Davis who moved on to the ancestral world twenty-one years ago. The inspiration for this book comes from many thoughts of what life here on Earth might have been for him, what life might have been for his children, what life might have been for the family, if he was still here in the physical. I, therefore, will end this dedication big bro by saying the journey here on Earth has no timetable, and every second is precious, so in following the laugh of your good spirit that was felt in the hearts of many, I must leave my stamp here on Earth, in a way different than yours, for the same results as yours leaving behind more smiles than frowns to those who know us and beyond.

This second dedication goes out to Timothy Paul Moss, who tragically lost his life on February 28, 1992. The events of that dreadful night have never ceased to give myself a much call for a break of replaying that event over and over again in my mind. You were just a teenager like I at that time, who was just beginning to learn about life, that beautiful word life. You never got to experience life in the physical for a fair amount of time, and it’s I who has not taking advantage of life, that word life.

I have come to find out that life provides experiences that can be used forever. I am willing to bet that if you were here in the physical today, that you would want all the brutha’s and sista’s we know from the OX to guide our youth, so they don’t veer off on the path that most of us were on back in those days over 25 years ago.

And here it’s over 25 years later, better late than never after many life experiences, that I’ve gotten around to putting something together for the family and our youth, something we didn’t have back in the day from our parent’s- foundational information to stand on as a people. Information from a perspective of analyzing everything that one can in the past, present, and future. Much love big bro Roshone Curtis Davis and the homie Timothy Paul Moss!

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Introduction

In this book we will be using certain terms and words to describe something or people in a general fashion. In no way are these terms meant to denote a ‘race’ of people specifically and concretely, with whatever term I use. In this way, the terms become a teaching construct for the purposes of understanding what is being said. These terms that I will be using are common terms that the masses of the populace in the world today use, and have used throughout extant times in histories past. The use of these terms and words are not used in a specific organized way with a sort of writer formula as to when to use them. Where ever they’re used is at random based on how the spirit moves me as to which term or word comes to the forefront of my mind at the time of writing.

Long after discussions with several people on what I call ‘the trail’ in the general area of downtown Kansas City, Missouri the light bulb turned on in my head. These discussions were of the content of a complete systematic deprivation with People of Color throughout the world. When one is at rock bottom you are completely removed from economic participation within the system. At this level, everything is put on the table birthing rationale conclusions specifically pertaining to one’s race, creed, or color. What a clear picture this is.

Obviously, those at this level of life couldn’t unify any type of principles as individuals, let alone as a family, though we all come from a family. This is where that light bulb in my head was screaming to share its glow with others, who had no unifying type of principles as individuals as a way of life. Generally speaking, if they did they wouldn’t be at rock bottom.

The trail is pit stops or places that the homeless travel throughout the day. It doesn’t take long for one on the trek to figure out that the trail is set up to become a routine for you. A routine laid out by the government to concentrate the movement of the homeless in a general specific area. We must keep in mind that the homeless have nowhere to go, nothing to do, no significant agenda in place, no positive outlook on life, they reject the system. There are exceptions to the rule on what I’ve just stated but they’re far and few in between. A system that can’t feel doesn’t discriminate on this level. Everyone including the homeless are exploited.

I happen to know this trail very well being a traveler on it for a period of about 5 years, more on than off. I would speak words of encouragement to those who sought them and they would return the favor on days when I was feeling bummed out. What I determined, and it wasn’t hard to do, was that most out there on the trail had a common denominator as part of their problem. That common denominator was the burnt bridge between families, or others. I say most because there are also those that have been wronged by family and/or others. There are even many with mental illnesses (remember President Ronald Reagan released a good number of them with the Omnibus Budget Reconciliation Act). The homeless community contains mentalities from many spectrums of thought, which makes it a very dangerous community at large.

In 2012, I made another attempt at college (my fourth or fifth) at the age of 38. The goal this time was to graduate from the Chef Apprenticeship Program, which was attainable within a three year period. The question I asked myself was what is it that you like to do that will elevate you off the streets, so that you can maintain economic stability? You see, economic stability was something that I could never maintain. I never did like the idea of working for someone. I never liked the idea of working doing something that I didn’t like even if it paid very well. I never liked the idea of working for someone doing something that I did like.

Money never moved me, in the sense that it was the foundation for purpose of life. Money did however move me, in the sense that I was in complete control of earning it on my own time doing what I wanted. This is the mindset of our brutha’s and sista’s in the streets. I understand the entrepreneurship working for myself mindset that they have. We see the same thing. We feel the same thing. We see and feel that the economic system within the complete governing system is designed for workers under the rule and control by a select few.

Hence, the cosmetics of this system blinds the masses to the true title of a worker as a slave. The masses spend their life working to retire for a pension, then to die. It’s this cycle that is the foundation of their existence unknown to them. This foundation controls all thought and actions unknown to them. The removal of this foundation brings about fear in them. Fear of what? Fear of losing your job, your house, disconnection of utilities, no food. It brings about fear of losing all material gains. It brings about fear of not being able to gain material gains.

So, it’s our brutha’s and sista’s in the streets who reject this system observing it for what it really is. By turning to the streets our brutha’s and sista’s have turned to the wolves of the streets. Wolves of the streets created by the system, a system moved off the oppression of others.

What was deep inside of me that said you were not put here to spend your life working to retire for a pension then to die? So, I accepted that which is deep inside of me. It’s the hundreds of thousands of years of my ancestors, your ancestors that make up my spirit speaking through me to you. They have unfinished business to do and I have dedicated the rest of my life here on Earth to helping them do that by providing information.

Everyone on ‘the trail’ has a story to tell. While most will tailor their story in the best interest of themselves straying away from the real truth, the least will keep it real giving you the truth. I was a keep it real brutha. I was the child, adolescent teenager who had temper problems, not knowing how to channel anger in the right way. That detriment of not knowing how to channel comes from my Pops, an authoritative figure.

As I became older and decided I wanted to have a drank (as the Ebonics would have me to write it), what was impossible to see then but would later become evident, was that I opened up