The Soul Behind It with Renee Mims

The Remnants of Slavery

18 min · 31. mar. 2026
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The Remnants of Slavery What slavery left behind in the mind, the spirit, and the way we see ourselves My name is Renee Mims, and I’m letting you know now… I’m here as the plot twist. Folks love a polished story about how far we’ve overcome. They love the songs, the sermons, the celebration, the overcoming stories, and the talk about victory. I get it. That kind of talk moves people to rejoice. But the real question still remains…. Have we really overcome? Freedom cannot be measured only by what ended on paper. You can dress history up however you want, but the inside of a person will reveal what remains. So will everyday life. And what I see is not finished. That is what I mean by the remnants of slavery. The visible brutality is only one layer of this. What concerns me just as much is what stayed in circulation after the fact. Belief carried it. Homes repeated it. Churches reinforced it. Fear protected it. Survival passed it down. After enough time, it stopped looking like conditioning and started looking natural. Here’s what needs to be clear. Because of how I look, some people may hear me speak on this and wonder why I’m the one saying it. So let me answer that directly. My birth father was Black, and from the age of one, I was raised in a Black home by an absolutely strong woman. So no, I did not pull up to this conversation as a bystander. This history lived in my home. As a little girl, I remember hearing my mother talk about prejudice and the way she had to move differently because of her skin color. That broke my heart. Something deep in me got disturbed. I could not understand how someone could be treated as less than over color when everybody’s blood is red. Even then, I could feel how wrong that was. Slavery movies affected me deeply. I could barely sit through them. One film could stay in my spirit for weeks. It was bigger than sadness. I felt grief, anger, and heartbreak all at once. I knew I was looking at evil. I was watching human beings get stripped, degraded, and broken in every way a person can be broken. So this subject is not casual for me. For me, this carries history, grief, and deep conviction all at once. The question that keeps echoing in my mind is: Have we overcome slavery, or have we only gotten better at talking about survival while still carrying what it left behind? A shiny label does not make it freedom when the same old programming is still running underneath. Some of what gets lifted up as faith is really dependence in church clothes. Holiness gets named while fear is doing half the driving. Iron was not the only thing used to bind people. Belief did plenty of that too. That is where I want to go. When slavery comes up, most people move straight to the visible brutality, and they should. Forced labor. Families torn apart, and much more I don’t have to name here. Freedom and dignity stripped away. None of that should ever be toned down. The deeper damage was happening underneath all that violence. Violence was one part of the system. Belief was another. Messages were planted about suffering, worth, obedience, hope, and power. People were taught how to see themselves and how to interpret what was happening to them. That kind of conditioning does not just go away with time. It gets baked into culture, passed through language, repeated in families, reinforced in church, and kept alive by fear until people start treating it like it is just the way things are. That is what stays on my heart. Buried inside all of this was a devastating lie: real life is somewhere later on, and so are peace, rest, joy, and freedom. Endure now. Bow now. Suffer now. Then maybe, after death, what was denied to you here will finally be handed over. I do not believe that. Life begins the moment you take your first breath. If that’s not enough proof then, hmmm. In my eyes, heaven and hell are not only future destinations people argue about. Both happen here in real life, through a person’s inner world, the condition of their body, the spirit of their home, the choices they keep making, and whether fear or truth is guiding the way they live. As a result, I feel too many people are postponing life while life is happening now. Does it sound too good to be true to have heaven on earth? Does it sound so off that you can experience hell right now? A lot of folks have been trained to look somewhere beyond themselves while the healing, clarity, and the power they need are rooted in the life they are living right now. Right in this moment! What I believe, and have been shown by my angels and guides, is this: The divine lives within you. That is not decoration to me. I mean it. What is divine is not sitting far off somewhere, hidden behind a building, a title, or somebody else’s control. I believe it is alive within us, woven into breath, awareness, and life itself. Now consider the kind of separation that creates. A person taught to search everywhere else first can spend an entire life overlooking the power they always held. Self-doubt replaces inner knowing. Intuition starts feeling dangerous. Authority gets handed over to systems and voices that were never supposed to own that much of a person in the first dang place. Real damage comes from that kind of fallacy. History supports that too. Slavery was enforced with violence, but it was also reinforced through belief. Enslaved people were treated as property under slave codes, and literacy was restricted because reading opened the door to thought, resistance, and freedom. Religion in slaveholding culture was often used to justify obedience and bondage while people were denied the right to fully know, question, or interpret truth for themselves. Frederick Douglass drew a sharp line between the teachings of Christ and the slaveholding religion of his time. There’s real significance here. A historical backbone sits under this conversation, not just emotion. I am not here to mock anyone’s faith, nor am I dismissing what religion has meant in many of our homes and communities. For a lot of people, it gave strength and structure. It brought something to hold onto when everything else was chaotic and brutal. I respect that. Respect does not mean every part of it gets a free pass. Something may help people survive and still deserve a second look. That’s where I’m at. What carried somebody through one season is not automatically supposed to go untouched forever, especially when it keeps people cut off from their own center. I hear spiritual language coming from people who are disconnected from their own clarity. I watch people speak as if what is sacred has nothing to do with them. I see people invest in the appearance of holiness while losing contact with their own life. This is what I’m talking about. What is devotion worth if it never deepens someone’s relationship with the life inside them? What is the point of all that praying, reading, praising, and pleading if a person still walks through the world feeling empty, powerless, and separated from what is true? Those questions need answers. For our people, the weight is even heavier, since slavery did not only steal labor. It got into self-concept. It affected imagination. It tampered with identity. Messages were planted about worth, authority, leadership, truth, and who was expected to stay on their knees praying. Damage like that does not disappear. It turns up in sermons, in family language, and in the way suffering gets explained. You hear it when brilliant people speak about themselves like they are less than what they are. You see it when somebody keeps reaching outward while their own power stays right there, unused. So no, I cannot look at slavery as only a physical system from the past. Its psychological residue is still here. The spiritual residue from it is still here. Even with all of that, I do not believe the core was ever lost. Covered over and redirected, yes. But gone? No. Worth existed before society had a chance to interfere. Long before the world judged you, life was already moving through you. What is holy in somebody does not come from systems, and for that reason systems can never fully own it. That is why I am here to be the plot twist. Agreement is not what I’m after. And attention sure ain’t it. I’m here because way too many beautiful souls have been taught to live at a distance from themselves, and that distance has cost us more than we realize. Inherited ideas need examination. Certain teachings deserve questioning. A lot was passed down sounding righteous, while the outcome was fear, dependence, and the loss of self. This is not about tearing everything down. This is about honesty and taking a clear look at what all of this is producing. For me, this history goes far beyond dates and events. I’m looking at what it left behind in people’s minds and lives. That is why this conversation reaches far beyond one month on a calendar. This touches belief, inherited patterns, and the way self-perception gets formed. So yes, harder questions need to be asked. How much of what was planted under oppression are we still calling truth? These are the kinds of questions some people have carried quietly for years, feeling something deep inside without always knowing where to put it. I want to remind you… The divine lives within you. Life is now. Peace is not on the other side of death. Freedom begins with honesty, and healing is coming back to what was always there. If this does not line up with what you believe, I respect that. I’m not here to force anything on anybody. I’m here to speak what life, spirit, and inner truth have made clear to me. Take what resonates, ask what needs to be asked, and think for yourself. May the wisdom within guide you, the freedom within carry you, and the love within remind you… it is already done. —Renee Transmitter of pain into power Fuel The Frequency [https://donate.stripe.com/7sYeV7daE4fP5EagRN7AI01] Get full access to The Soul Behind It at imaginemeinnovation.substack.com/subscribe [https://imaginemeinnovation.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_4]

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Dude, I’m Not Invisible

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The Gate Was Never Locked

Do a quick check-in right now. Look down at your shoes. Look at your hands. Feel the weight of yourself sitting in that chair or standing on that floor. Actually tap into the exact space you’re occupying in this room. I bring that up because most of the time, our bodies are here, but our minds are completely checked out. We’re logged into last week replaying some old drama, or we’re fast-forwarding into next month, sweating over stuff that hasn’t even happened yet. Always playing that “when-then” game. “When this situation clears up, then I can finally breathe.” “When I get over this next hurdle, then I’ll start doing me.” That’s treating today like a waiting room for a flight that keeps getting delayed. We’re chasing a moving target. Right now is the only piece of time that actually holds any real currency. If you’re always living in tomorrow, you’re trapped. If you’re stuck in yesterday, you’re carrying dead weight. The only place where you are completely unbothered, unlocked, and free is right here in this exact second. The Smoke Screen There’s this idea we carry around that a massive, heavy iron gate is standing between the day-to-day grind and real peace. Like we’re waiting for a green light from the world, or waiting for somebody else to say it’s okay before we can step out and own our life. But looking closer reveals that the gate is a total illusion. It’s a smoke screen. It looks thick, dark, and heavy from a distance. But the moment the hesitation stops and you just take a step forward? You walk right through it. Your foot hits solid ground. Nobody has to pass over a crown for you to be the boss of your own life. Nobody has to hand out a hall pass for you to take your seat back. The opening is already there. Sometimes the only thing making the wall look so big is just standing back and staring at it. Evicting the Squatters Of course, the minute you try to just sit still and enjoy right now, the brain starts getting noisy. All those old doubts and past situations start creeping in, whispering, “You remember what happened last time,”or “You’re not ready for this.” Think of those thoughts like squatters. If somebody snuck into your house, sat on your furniture, ate your food, and started tearing the place up without contributing a dime to the rent you wouldn’t let them chill there. You’d throw them out on the street immediately. Those negative, loud thoughts are doing the exact same thing. They’re living rent-free in your head, but they don’t own the property. You do. When your space gets crowded and noisy with everyone else’s opinions and old memories, it’s impossible to hear your own voice. Clearing out that chatter isn’t about being perfect; it’s just about reclaiming the real estate in your own head so you can actually hear your own intuition. The Open Hand (The Detachment Shift) But here is where the real test comes in. Even when you clear the noise, you have to look at how tightly you’re gripping your life. Most of us are walking around with a script in our heads about how tomorrow is supposed to go. We think it has to happen by a certain date, in a certain way, or it’s a failure. That is attachment. And attachment is just another way of living in a future that doesn’t exist yet. You’re literally spending today’s currency to buy tomorrow’s anxiety. Picture a clenched fist. When you’re stressing over a specific outcome, your fist is tight. You’re trying to squeeze reality into the shape you want. But a clenched fist does two things: it makes your arm tired, and it makes it impossible for you to receive anything new. Life can try to hand you a blessing, but your hand is too full of the old script to take it. Detachment is just opening your hand. It doesn’t mean you don’t care, and it doesn’t mean you stop grinding. It just means you have the confidence to let life flow freely. When your hand is open, things can come and go without ripping your skin off. You keep your peace non-negotiable. The Thermostat When you let go of that grip, that’s when you actually have the power to choose how you show up. A lot of times, people operate like a thermometer. A thermometer can only reflect the temperature of whatever is around it. If the room is freezing, it reads freezing. If the environment is frantic, messy, and loud, their whole internal energy becomes frantic, messy, and loud. The outside weather dictates their inside peace because they’re too attached to the chaos. But there’s a much better option. Being the thermostat. A thermostat doesn’t care if it’s dropping below zero outside. It sets the temperature for the room, and the room has to adjust to it. Staying locked into the present moment with an open hand is how you set your own temperature. It’s no longer about reacting to the storm; your internal stillness is what keeps the storm from getting inside. The authority over your focus and your will is already there, but you can only tap into it when you let go of the script and live in the present tense. When I write, it’s for me first then I share with you. I’m gonna ask myself this question… Is it going to be another day spent sitting in the waiting room with a clenched fist, or is it time to open my hand, step through the smoke screen, and set the temperature? Get full access to The Soul Behind It at imaginemeinnovation.substack.com/subscribe [https://imaginemeinnovation.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_4]

10. juni 202612 min
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WHENCE YOU CAME: The Eviction Notice

Look, we need to have a real conversation. Do me a favor and look around your space right now. Look at your car, look at your room, or just look in the mirror. Let’s get completely real for a second. Have you ever looked in the mirror and realized that the voice speaking to you was wearing your own face? It is that voice that shows up in fear but tries to call itself wisdom. It whispers limits to you. It tries to make you believe it is the truth. It is the ultimate deception. It is that quiet, heavy anxiety that tells you to wait. It makes you think every closed door means you are not ready, or that every storm you hit is just your fate. The Pivot For a huge part of my life, I sat back. I let a total stranger sit in my seat and make my choices before I could even think. I let negative energy, old attachments, and fear live rent-free right underneath my feet. I want you to pause right here with me. Who or what is sitting in your seat right now? Is it anxiety? Is it doubt? Take a deep breath, recognize it, and realize the lease is up today. A shift happened in me where I finally said, “Enough. You know the rest.” That is exactly why this song exists. The Power of the Command Hear me clearly on this. The name of the song itself holds the entire key to this shift. When you say “WHENCE YOU CAME, RETURN AGAIN,” you are not asking nicely, you are not whispering, and you are not making a request. You are issuing a direct command. Why is your voice so important? Because silence is compliance. If you do not use your voice to speak against what is bothering your spirit, you are basically giving it permission to stay. The power in this specific command is everything. It is the absolute most powerful weapon you have to rebuke negativity, break off heavy energy, and call your power back within. When those words leave your mouth, you are operating in your true authority. You are effectively telling every single demon, every devil, and every false attachment to pack its bags and go right back to the exact pit where it came from. It has to go. You are commanding it to leave your presence, and it has no choice but to obey the sound of your voice. This song is a powerful cleansing method. It is a way to look at anything trying to oppress you and say, “You do not belong here. This mind, this body, and this life is mine.” Live Call and Response So we are going to practice this together right now. I do not care if you are in your car or walking down the street. I am going to ask the question, and I want you to say the answer out loud with me. Do not hold back. Let the atmosphere hear your voice. Who leads? I lead. Who speaks? I speak. Who chooses? I choose. Who reigns? I reign. The Outro Out There is no throne here for negativity to sit on, and there is no crown for it to claim. You are the authority of your own life. You have the right to take your seat back right now. Feel the bass in your chest, and experience this spiritual shift for yourself. Get them out of your house. Let’s go. May the wisdom within guide you, the freedom within carry you, and the love within remind you….it is already done! —Renee’ Transmitter of pain into power Get full access to The Soul Behind It at imaginemeinnovation.substack.com/subscribe [https://imaginemeinnovation.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_4]

7. juni 20268 min
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The Hood Moved With Me

The Paperwork of Trauma You know what’s crazy? You can get yourself up out the mud, right? Get your money right, get your credit right, move in a spot where the hot water actually works every single time you turn the knob… and your nervous system will still be back on the block, checking the locks and waiting for the lights to flicker. Like, your life changes, but your mind is still stuck in old conditioning. At least, that’s what I’ve been on lately. I was driving the other day, just thinking about my people. Family, friends. And I realized… I don’t even care about wishing luxury on the people I love anymore. Luxury is whatever. It’s cute. But I want them to have relief. Those are two completely different things. Luxury is a bag or a trip. Relief? Relief is the real luxury. It’s being able to sleep at night without waking up at three in the morning doing frantic math in your head, trying to stretch pennies into dollars. It’s answering the phone without immediately assuming someone’s locked up or in the hospital. It’s opening the mailbox and not getting that little shot of adrenaline like you’re about to get tackled by a collections notice. I’ve always believed in a little bit of magic, but I also know that we are the ones holding the pen. We create our own reality. Things don’t just manifest out of thin air; they happen because you align your energy and your focus to make room for them. And I’ve been aligned. I’ve built that relief in layers over the years. I put myself in positions where the right people entered my world. The lights are on. The fridge is full. Nobody is trying to pull the rug from under me. But tell me why, literally last week, I’m out to dinner, the bill comes, and I slide my card across the table knowing darn well the money is there. The transaction goes through, the receipt prints, and my stomach still does a backflip. I’m checking my bank app in the parking lot like I just committed a crime. That’s not budgeting. That was my nervous system making sure peace didn’t scam me. I’ve been preparing for a disaster that isn’t even on the calendar. That’s when that old saying popped into my head: You can take the girl out of the hood, but you can’t take the hood out of the girl. For years, I thought that was just about how you talk, or the music you blast, or how you carry yourself. Now I know it’s about your nervous system. Because the hood isn’t just a geographic location. Sometimes... it’s just where your body lives. The hood packed its bags and moved right into my new chapter with me. The Trap of Peace & The Armor We Wear Some of us have blasted Drake’s “Started From the Bottom” [https://open.spotify.com/track/5DI9jxTHrEiFAhStG7VA8E?si=CgJf5DddTLa3iryVz84DmA] at one point, right? We scream the lyrics in the car, we love the come-up story. But nobody ever talks about what happens after the climb. What happens when the thing you’ve been working for and visualizing finally shows up? When you finally get the house, the safe neighborhood, the good partner… can you actually sit still in it? Or are you so used to running that peace feels boring? Or worse, peace feels dangerous? When life gets quiet, some of us don’t rest. We investigate. Nothing’s wrong, but our body starts whispering, “Give it a minute. Wait for the crash.” Sometimes we disturb our own peace just to make life feel familiar again. Why is this? Well, calm feels suspicious when chaos raised you. When you come from chaos, stability feels like a trap. We quote Biggie: “Mo Money Mo Problems [https://open.spotify.com/track/4INDiWSKvqSKDEu7mh8HFz?si=MkK1VZX9Tg2L2UcL0fppjg]”…..Back in the day I thought that meant money literally creates the drama. Now that I’m older? I think it’s a little deeper than that. Money doesn’t create the problems; money reveals them. Money doesn’t change you; it just turns the volume up on who you already are. If you’re secure, it gives your security room to breathe. But if you’re carrying fear? A bigger bank account just gives your anxiety a bigger playground to mess with you. A nice house solves real problems. It keeps the rain off your head. But it cannot buy you peace of mind. That’s an inside job. If you don’t fix the internal programming, you’re just gonna bring your old survival habits into your new sanctuary. The scenery changed, but the software didn’t. And I say all of this because I see it happening everywhere. I drive through our neighborhoods and I look at our sisters and brothers who are struggling out here. Some don’t have a place to lay their head. Some don’t have a car to get to work. And the world thinks the only solution is to just throw a check or a resource at the problem. But real talk? You can hand someone the keys to everything they’ve been praying for, but if you don’t help them heal the survival mode first, they will end up right back where they started. Survival mode is a magnet. If your mind is still programmed for scarcity, you will accidentally manifest scarcity just to make the world match your internal comfort zone. We have to get ourselves ready for the abundance before it even shows up. We have to practice peace right now, while we are being taken care of, so that when the next level opens up, we actually have the capacity to hold it. True help isn’t just changing someone’s zip code. True help is giving a person the knowledge to rewrite the software, so they don’t fumble the very thing they’ve been praying for. And it leaks into how we love. Somebody treats you right, and instead of basking in it [https://open.spotify.com/track/6aP0g8rV0Vs3WsuQFNaOhA?si=R9-lCScPQiG3OrmBH5ANZw], you start looking for the hidden cameras. You’re waiting for the trapdoor to open. That’s not protection; that’s trauma acting like a security guard. We mistake our shields for our identity. You think, “That’s just how I am.” No, that’s just how you survived. The shield protects you, but it also blocks the good stuff. You can’t feel love clearly when you’re braced for impact. You can’t feel a real hug when you’re wrapped in layers of steel. What protected you in your past will absolutely limit your future if you don’t learn how to take it off. Pacing in Boots & Finding “Me” I caught myself the other day literally rehearsing an argument in the bathtub that hadn’t even happened. Arguing with the wall, getting my heart rate up, getting mad at what somebody might say to me if they decide to cross a line. Like… look at that. The sky is blue outside, I got food downstairs, and I am in the bathtub manufacturing a war. Some of us treat alignment like trial subscriptions. We enjoy them with one eye open, just waiting for the chargeback. If that is you right now… if you are catching yourself packing bags for a trip to a disaster that isn’t even happening, I’d like you to take a breath. Stop. Look around the room. Take an inventory of what is actually happening right now in this exact second. Hear me when I say this: The storm passed. There is no other shoe dropping from the ceiling. You are safe in your house, but you are still pacing the hardwood floors in heavy combat boots. Take ’em off. Let your feet touch the carpet. Relax your shoulders. You aren’t running anymore. This isn’t then. This is now. You are safe. For real though, that’s how my new song, “Staircase,” got written. People may think artists learn a lesson, get completely healed, and then sit down to write a song about it. Nah, not me. I write songs when I’m in turmoil. Most of my songs are written in the dead-center of confusion, when I’m still trying to figure out why I’m waiting on a ghost to pop out the closet. There’s a moment in the song where it just says three words: “There you are.” The first time those words came out of my mouth in the studio, I had to stop. Because it didn’t sound like I was celebrating making it to the top. It sounded like recognition. Like you’ve been looking for someone in a packed room for three hours, and you finally spot them through the crowd. You’re gonna yell… “There you are.” I realized I wasn’t trying to become some brand-new, fancy version of myself. I was just trying to find the girl I lost while I was busy trying to survive. I wanted to find the me buried under the armor, the high alert, and the constant hustle. I had to realize that the girl who survived was a hero, but I didn’t need her to fight a war that was already over. Survival was never meant to be a permanent address. It’s just a campsite. Some seasons are just meant to teach you how to endure, but you gotta know when that season is over. There is nothing more sad than life opening a brand-new door for you, and you’re still standing on the doorstep, holding the rusty keys to a room you left five years ago. Every mistake, every broke month, every fake friend, every tear… it was all just a step. I just couldn’t see the climb because I was too busy staring at the bruises from the fall. Staircase [https://open.spotify.com/track/3Y4yd1KhQOeNHYB3quoeCB?si=jdZ3XuV8SdmFCON4eXY3Ag] So listen. If you’re driving right now, or doing the dishes, or walking through your neighborhood... and your life has been getting better but your mind hasn’t got the memo yet? Be patient with yourself. You are learning how to live somewhere you’ve never been before. That takes time. I’m leaving you with “Staircase.” I didn’t write it from a perfect place. I wrote it while my own software was glitching. Music is crazy because the same song will hand ten different people ten different keys. I hope this one opens up whatever door you’ve been scared to walk through. Stop fighting old ghosts. Look around. You made it. Take those boots off. You’re safe. I love you! Get full access to The Soul Behind It at imaginemeinnovation.substack.com/subscribe [https://imaginemeinnovation.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_4]

3. juni 202616 min