Educator Dr. Joe Cornelius once again shares his insightful talent as he weaves the tale of a young man struggling against the odds. In “The Devil & Leroy Jones,” Dr. Cornelius imbues his performance with a message of hope for the future.
On April 11, 2025, I celebrated The 92nd Anniversary of My Miracle. I continue this pledge to all Friends of Tony Brown’s Journal and this Facebook Page a gift that has value and brings benefit in a future endeavor. That is the source of hope and strength that pushes me forward. Obviously, the Natural Laws of Nature have not released me yet.
I have learned, and it is my opinion, that human beings are essentially material, and they can only truly understand their spiritual motives if they can translate into a form that their senses can see, touch, hear, taste, and smell. These, in turn, transfer the primary source of information for the brain’s memory. It seems that we are our consciousness, not our easily misled physical brain, when the fundamental tenant of Freudian Psychoanalytic Theory is applied to this theoretical baseline.
I am making the announcement today but delaying its delivery because I want the idea to be born while the cosmic energies of our brightest star (the Sun) are on top of my head in the Constellation of Aries at the cosmic juncture where it existed when my essence awakened in a terrestrial body to the brutal reality of this life.
Sharing feels right for me. I am instructed to follow what feels right. Trust, self-respect, self-empowerment, and responsibility feel right. These principles underline my pledge to you. Therefore, some of the things that I have deliberately sidelined during my public life about the life of Tony Brown will be outlined in my new book, “Walking Between the Raindrops,” www.TonyBrownsJournal.com/Upcoming-Book. At which time, I will not be shy about highlighting the good times while having enough integrity to mention the many, many drags that racism put on my youthful lift-off and my fortunate evolution as a journalist. My youthful, invented mind began to suspect that America's not so bad. Perhaps, as an adult I will try to think for myself a little more, it couldn't be much worse than what the grown folks are now doing because Black people are stuck in the mud.
In my youth, the echoes of self-doubt mingled with fear quicker than sliced butter melted on a hot stove. My little stove was beginning to boil over, despite its safety features, and was now growing faster than a pancake on a hot grill. Suddenly, I had to get out of here, but I had nowhere to go. Momma was gone, and hope left with her, or so I thought -- before my eyes opened and I saw a bright new sunny day. It seems that a select few of us break free and, in a final state of Realization, embrace an Eternal Life of wisdom and peace – at which time we become a part of the consciousness of The ALL. It is my hope that my recent dream experience suggests that I am on the right road, which will further suggest that my dream experiences are well-founded in the Reality of the Cosmic Universe.
I believe that only a good life full of love can open the gates to this Eternity or Heavenly Mansion.
