He was holding the scissors up to one of his dreads, questioning if he really wanted to cut them.
Do they free me or keep me in bondage?
The peace came, and he cut it.
He continued cutting them off, one by one and burned them. He said they smelled sweet like incense.
This is a tradition of the Nazarite - to grow their hair out when they make a vow to God. When they have fulfilled the vow, they cut their hair to signify its completion and then burn it.
As he watched them burn, he said he felt freedom come.
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