Greetings, beautiful souls. Just posted my first conversation sketch on instagram and TikTok — it was fun to do. Links below if you wanna check them out: https://www.instagram.com/reel/DQzdthfDDjD/?igsh=MXFtaGZhdTRpNDFi https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNdwn4MKT/

Greetings, beautiful souls. I’ve completed my before and after post on IG. Feel free to check it out: https://www.instagram.com/p/DQwohsBjIKu/?igsh=MXRjeXY2dXdibzAxeA==

Greetings, beautiful souls. 🖤 After playing catch up with the New Earth Live 9 Challenge, I’ve managed to publish my breakthrough insta carousel story. Check it out below: https://www.instagram.com/p/DQuvlaSjG3u/?igsh=MWV6ZXN5OTJqeG55cg==

Greetings everyone. I’m Meshach The Mind. It’s an honour to be a part of the community. I’m currently playing catch up as I’m just beginning the challenge. Here’s my breakthrough story: How I Became Meshach The Mind. ⸻ I — The Descent: The Song Before The Silence I’ve always lived an unconventional life — born in Wales, raised partially in a small Welsh village, moving to and living in various African countries, then middle-England, and finally London, along with finding music early on as my language of connection. Music was everywhere but not in my bloodline. My mother loved songs but didn’t compose them; I grew up between quiet and rhythm, between tradition and television. As a youngster, I wanted to be a footballer — until The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill found me. That album cracked something open. For the first time, I heard truth sung like scripture. I wanted to feel that kind of honesty in my own voice. During this time I formed a music group in my teens with friends from school. We signed to Big Brovaz Entertainment, recorded in America with a Grammy-winning producer, and toured the UK. I thought I was walking into destiny — but really, I was walking into initiation. I had already grown up listening to Bob Marley and Michael Jackson, among many others, before discovering the likes of D’Angelo, Bilal, and Erykah Badu — artists who carried light and rebellion in equal measure. They mirrored something I didn’t yet know how to name: soul as ministry. When I left the group, I lost more than a deal; I lost my identity. So much of who I thought I was lived in that collective. When I stepped out, I didn’t know where to begin as a solo artist. The songs stopped coming. The fire dimmed. Somewhere along the way, I was pulled into what I now call the ritual of the day job. It started innocently; a weekend job to pay my way, and what started as seeming necessity slowly became a decade-long ritual of forgetting — working to survive rather than creating to live.