The Gospel of Michael Jackson & The CruciFiction in Neverland

They build you up only to tear you the fuck down. That’s my thought on all of the clamor and hype surrounding the HBO mockumentary, Leaving Neverland, which explores Michael Jackson’s alleged sexual abuse of two men while they were children at his Neverland ranch.

The allegations leveled against Jackson have been proven false, so that’s the angle I’m running with as it relates to the king of modern entertainment. Although Jackson is called “The King of Pop” he was a genre-bending R&B virtuoso who could make gritty rock (Dirty Diana) or smooth electro-funk (“Don’t Stop ’Til You Get Enough).

“Pop” is not an actual genre of music. There is no distinct song structure, combination of instruments, or arrangement of melody, that distinguishes a “pop” record from other genres of music on a fundamental level.

This false designation for “pop music” is part of a sustained effort by capitalist media companies to create an artificial musical hierarchy based on who, and what, is most lucrative to white-owned commercial institutions. A pop artist is a sacrificed offering on the blood-stained altar of the music industry. Before pop artists are offered to the money gods for ritual sacrifice their necks are popped, their blood is drained from their lifeless veins, and then they’re consumed by the hungry mob.

What we typically call pop music is a 3-4 minute commercial that doesn’t sell any products. Instead, it sells a consumer lifestyle or curious social agenda that has been fostered by social engineers. It’s a sexy and seductive form of propaganda that is playfully made to appear as if it is art for the sake of art, but it really isn’t. Everything about it is cloak and dagger.

In Hebrew Gematria the word “pop” has a numerical value of 166 which is also the value for “Kether” which means “Crown” in Hebrew. In the Judaic cultural tradition words that share the same numerical value are synonymous with one another no matter how far removed from each other they may appear to be at the surface. Gematria is a universal algorithm that shows us The Internet of Things.

The King of Pop is therefore the King of Crowns which makes him the King of Kings who is ultimately sacrificed for the eternal life of the capitalist economic power structure. Until Michael Jackson released his debut solo album the music industry was in the midst of fiscal trials and tribulations. Folks were hitting the clubs heavy, but they were not buying albums. Then Michael Jackson released Off the Wall. 

He fed the multitude with the spiritual fish that traveled through his infectious sound waves. That was in 1979. By 1993, when child molestation allegations first surfaced, he was being crucified by the high priests of media and their corporate sponsors. The new HBO mockumentary is intended to be the mythical Spear of Destiny that pierces the flesh of the crucified Christ.

Capitalism didn’t begin with the African Slave trade. That holocaust was an effect of a cause. Like many other culturally influential things, Capitalism began with a book. It wasn’t Adam Smith’s Wealth of Nations, either. It was the New Testament of the Bible, which teaches you that your salvation must come at the horrific demise of another being.

After centuries that moral ethic gave us capitalist plantation owners who terrorized African slaves. It also gave us wealthy C.E.O.s who run nonunionized employees into the ground for a minimum wage that doesn’t even allow workers to pay their rent. The number of people who are working , but are still homeless, is growing across every major city in the U.S.  The worker is exploited (crucified), so that wealthy men without a conscience may have everlasting life.

In the Bible the King of Kings feeds the multitude with two fishes. As reflected in Gerald Massey’s book The Historical Jesus and The Mythical Christ, this meal symbolizes the spiritual food inherent to the astrological Age of Pisces, not literal food on a dinner plate. The zoomorphic imagery associated with Pisces are two fishes facing opposite directions.

The mythological Christ who tells us that we must become like children to get into Neverland (Matthew 18:3) is the designated prophet of the Piscean Age. The Neverland of J.M. Barries’ fictional Peter Pan-centered literature is a metaphor for the Judeo-Christian heaven that believers still look forward to after they die.

The Leaving Neverland documentary initially aired on March 3 in the astrological season of Pisces. This is not by coincidence. Jackson’s Neverland Ranch is an ode to the home of the fictional Peter Pan who lives there. Furthermore, Neverland Ranch is in Santa Barbara, California which is named after the Catholic Saint Barbara, who like Christ, is regarded as a martyr for the church.

                                         Ptah

                                  Peter Pan

                                  

The name “Peter” in “Peter Pan” comes from the name “Ptah,” the Kemetic deity who is often shown cloaked in fish scales, which further connects us to Piscean imagery. The oldest statues of Ptah depict him as a dwarf, so he initially had a child-like frame like the fictional Peter Pan character. Also the astrological sign of Pisces governs the feet, which are critical to the Moonwalk, that made Jackson a world-wide legend in the realm of dance.

When Jackson was born his moon was in Pisces. This speaks to his ability to tap into the deep emotional reservoir of humanity with his music because he ran the gamut of these very same emotions in his daily life on earth.

The name for “fish” in Hebrew is “Nun.” In the Phoenician alphabet that preceded old Hebrew, Nun is also a letter that resembles a lightning bolt, a photonic flash of energy that descends from the heavens. Dogon cosmology informs us that the fish-like entities, the Nommo, descended from the heavens because they were banished. According to Christian mythology Lucifer fell from heaven in the instant flash of a lightning bolt that resembled the number 777.

Michael Jackson was a Virgo, and in the domain of Christian astro-theology, Virgo represents the angel Lucifer at the height of his favor with God before the great fall. This is what you’re seeing when you look at MJ wearing light-bearing rhinestones in his “Rock With You” music video. With the green light of Venus shining behind him, he’s a man at the height of grace, considering challenging for the throne. Libra signifies Lucifer after his Fall from Grace, which is why Libra inaugurates the Fall season. Virgo and Libra are ruled by Venus, “The Morning Star” of the celestial sphere.

In the old Hebrew alphabet Nun is also a letter, and it has a numerological value of 50. Michael Jackson was 50-years-old when he transitioned on June 25, 2009. Instead of a lightning bolt in the Phoenician alphabet the letter nun resembles a serpent. It is widely believed that the serpent in the Garden of Eden that spoke to Eve is none other than the Fallen Angel Lucifer.

The mythological Christ and Lucifer are one and the same. They share the same numerical equivalent in simple gematria and they are both known as “The Morning Star.”  In Europe’s Holy Grail mythology the grail is believed to be the cup used by Christ during the Last Super, but it is also believed to contain the jewel from the crown of the Fallen Angel Lucifer, “Lapis Exilis.” Which rendering is true? Perhaps both. I’ll explain later.

Throughout his adult life Jackson—who wore the number 777 on one of his jackets—was the mourning star who mourned the loss of his childhood. As a little boy his dad forced him to focus on his career instead of just being a normal child.

The name “Lucifer” literally means “light bearer.” I broke the name “Lucifer” down in detail in my book, The Treasures of Darkness: Living Jewels for Spiritual Resurrection. Lucifer is a highly melinated empathic being. In another sense, Michael was figuratively the “light bearer” of our time because he was an international icon who carried a disease over the better part of his adult life called vitiligo that made his skin light.

                                                                               

Some readers may be asking themselves why I am filtering Jackson’s professional legacy through the lens of Jewish mysticism. My answer is that every soul has its own song. We simply dance to the beat of its infectious drum. Michael’s beat (his personal mythology) is Judeo-Christian. The Bible is the HTML (Hebraic Textual Magic Language) source code that undergirds the collective cultural program for people, places, and things in Western civilization.

Besides the fact that the music and film industries that Jackson was a part of are by and large coordinated by Jewish executives, it is important to understand that the entertainment industry is also dominated by the Judaic Messianic narrative which is at the heart and soul of Jewish Theater Sorcery.  It manipulates the unified mediums of music, writing and moving images to influence human perception on a global scale.

Let’s put something in perspective. Leaving Neverland aired right after a week of international news stories involving an 
internet character named Momo ran. Momo has been terrorizing young children across the globe while they are watching children’s videos on YouTube.

Based on the platform’s algorithm, the video of Momo appears in between innocent children’s videos persuading them to commit suicide. Momo also tells them that if they reveal his identity to adults he will come into their rooms while they are sleeping and kill them. Momo is  actually a caricaturized depiction of Michael Jackson in his later years as an abuser of children. A caricature, not to be confused with a character, is an extreme exaggeration of a person’s actual appearance. Compare the photos below for yourself and draw your own conclusion.

The whole Momo fiasco is designed to make young children subliminally afraid of Michael Jackson and shy away from his musical legacy. In Hebrew gematria the name Momo has a numerical value of “92” which corresponds to the Hebrew word “Pachad” which means “Projected Fear.” Momo’s whole purpose is to spread fear among innocent young children to tarnish Jackson’s legacy. Momo is a deviant Nommo, teaching the ways of Death instead of life. Also the true Nommo of Dogon lore are androgynous beings and Michael Jackson was as androgynous as they come. When we decrypt an encrypted evil intelligence we strip it of its power.

In ancient Kemet’s distant past, the netcher Set was a hero. There is a story about him boldly defending Ra from the serpent Apep. However he is most recognized today as the first villain in a religious text. Like I said earlier, folks will build you up, only to tear you the fuck down at a later time. Media Sorcery can make disciples once believed to be loyal turn their back on the Christ, declaring “I never knew him.”

The Jewish Messiah is arguably the world’s first celebrity. The very concept of celebrity is rooted in the narcissistic notion that only one man or woman adds unreciprocated value to a multitude of other men and women of lesser drive, skill, initiative, and intelligence.  

The celebrity as a divine archetype is what is fundamentally at the core of the Messianic motif in Judeo-Christian mythology as we have culturally observed it through media. Its underpinning value is that only one man can shine at a time until they are sacrificed for the greater good, and another nice guy takes his place on the cross, which is a revolving door of human sacrifice.

        Prelude to the crucifixion via Theater Sorcery   

The HBO cable network airing Leaving Neverland is owned by AT&T, which owns multiple media platforms including streaming services. Michael Jackson’s music publishing is owned by Sony/ATV, which is the world’s leading music publishing company. I wouldn’t be surprised if AT&T acquires Sony/ATV in the near future. In attacking Jackson’s legacy, which is a prized asset of Sony/ATV, it compromises the net worth of the entire company, which makes it more vulnerable to being purchased than it was before the smear campaign.

Hebrew gematria allows us to accurately identify the role and function of each person or corporate entity within the mythos of the persecuted Messiah, which is a decidedly Judeo-Christian archetype. The biblical story of the crucified Messiah was constructed from ancient Greek tragedy literature filtered through the dramatization of celestial phenomena like the rising and setting of the sun. As a literary genre, the Greek tragedies of Hellenic literature are forerunners to modern horror movie franchises like Friday the 13 and Nightmare on Elm Street.

Jackson’s greatest selling album is “Thriller”. A thriller is a sub-genre of the horror movie. If you listen to Jackson’s album title track “Thriller” with your heart you will discover that the song is really about the resurrection of a people that the world thought was left for dead.

At the 1:24 mark of the song Jackson says “You close your eyes and hope that this is just imagination. But all the while, you hear a creature creeping up from behind; you’re out of time, ’cause this is THRILLER.” Thriller the song is about YOU and your rise from ignorance and mental death. Vincent Price’s vivid monologue at the end of the song could easily be a colorful description of a Nat Turner slave rebellion.

The entire Thriller album musically articulates the Christ myth. “Billy Jean,” is about the Virgin Mary’s birthing of the Christ from Joseph’s perspective: “She’s just a girl claiming I am the one, but the kid is not my son.” Well, of course. The Christ is called “The Son of God” not the son of Joseph. The kid is not Joseph’s son. The song “Beat It” is about the frauds and con artists that Christ drives out of the temple.

Thriller is essentially a gospel album about resurrection, and the resurrection of the Christ is a metaphor for the long-awaited rise of a people. Jackson’s musical catalog is a celebration of the human spirit and the soundtrack to our greatest human experiences. The imagination is the lucid vision emanating from the heart.  Jackson inspired us to follow the gleam of our own light spectrum. For that, I am very grateful. Michael Jackson has risen and the moon is dancing.

The Restoration of Eulis: Passing thoughts on Paschal Beverly Randolph

This past weekend I decided to visit the birth site of one of my greatest occult influences: author, Paschal Beverly Randolph.  As I stood across the street from 70 Canal Street, in what is now China Town in Manhattan taking pictures, I found myself imagining what the neighborhood looked like back in the early 1800s before the nearby Manhattan bridge was constructed. I had been planning on visiting Paschal’s birth site for a few years, but I did not actually do it until Saturday.

Sex Magic—which is arguably the most important element in the practical application of the spiritual sciences—has been exoterically suppressed by the three major Western religions which profess that bland sexual conservatism is the only true path to spiritual growth and eternal salvation. Fortunately, African American writer and occultist Paschal Beverly Randolph (October 8th 1825 – July 25th 1875) brought some semblance of sanity to the shores of North America when he taught the science of sex among many other disciplines which he is not as recognized for.

Although born in New York City at a time when most African Americans were still prisoners of war, Randolph had an opportunity to travel to Europe, the Middle East, Africa, and Asia to learn more about the arcane sciences. Randolph has been identified by biographers as a friend of Abraham Lincoln and is credited for bringing the Rosicrucian Order to the U.S.  I was initially exposed to Randolph and his teachings when I read The Stargate Conspiracy: The Truth about Extraterrestrial Life and the Mysteries of Ancient Egypt, many years ago. Since then, I have found him to be a source of great inspiration.

While his successors Aleister Crowley and Helena P. Blavatsky are FAR more recognized for their so-called teachings on Sex Magic, a basic overview of Randolph’s work would reveal that they culled just about everything they knew on the subject from him. Crowley event went so far as to bite Paschal’s slang by consistently using words like “Aethyr” which was a lousy attempt to mask his use of the Paschal’s use of the word “Aether.”

The reported birth site of Paschal Beverly Randolph as seen on October, 5, 2013

Randolph said in his book After Death: The Disembodiment of Man (1868) that the Judeo-Christian account concerning the origin of the first true man on earth was a pile of bullshit. Instead he taught that the original man “is spiritual, and like God, had no conceivable beginning.”  Mind you Randolph said this more than a half a century before another Libran, The Honorable Elijah Muhammad, uttered similar sentiments.

Many of us living in the age of technology don’t realize how fortunate we are to have quality information at our fingertips that better men and women who came before us had to struggle and fight for. The easy access and availability has assassinated humility and bread a high level of arrogance (which is really naive confidence) among many students. Some students of the occult tradition today are actually foolish enough to think that just because they know all of the literary sources that a teacher of the life sciences has used to develop their thesis on a particular subject that they now have the privilege of knowing everything that the teacher knows as it pertains to that subject. This is delusional thinking.

I say this because all books pertaining to the life sciences, are at best, EXTERNAL tools that can only be used to their fullest potential by those who already have an INTERNAL frame of reference for the subject matter that they are reading about. Since your internal frame of reference is based on your unique personal experiences—or lack thereof—then it should come as no surprise that no two people can share the same frame of reference because they do not share the same exact personal experiences.

For those of you who cannot personally relate to what I am saying here, there is really no further explanation that I can give you that would suffice. For those who do understand and personally relate to what I’m saying, no further explanation is needed. The truth is familiar to those who have had prior encounters with it.

Bringing diverse pieces of dead information together to bring a REASONABLE and COHERENT idea to life is an art that few have bothered to learn, and even fewer have dared to master, because they don’t have the patience necessary to do it. They would rather be seen and heard in the spotlight, than take their precious time to study, practice, and gain experience in what they’ve learned in the anonymity of  the shadows.

You will only recognize and appreciate a teacher of Randolph's caliber with authentic vision, dedication, and intellect once YOU make the transition from being a superficial dabbler in dead facts to being a dedicated student of pure wisdom. The former ONLY parrots what popular intellectual celebrities have already said numerous times, all while pretending that it’s completely new information.

The latter gives credit to pioneers as well as up and coming teachers, who may not even be under their personal tutelage, when credit is due. They are not insecure and afraid that other teachers will steal their audience. This is not because they doubt the other teachers' talent, but because they are confident in the originality and authenticity of THEIR own message. Openly acknowledging the genius of others does not detract from your own greatness. It only confirms it. This inescapable truth will emerge from the burning abyss of self-discovery once we become great ourselves.

It’s painfully ironic how Randolph, a prolific author and gifted spiritual scientist, born in the month of the Scales of Ma’at could have offered so much to the advancement of human understanding, yet such injustice is done to his legacy. Like Bob Marley said in his song “Misty Mourning,” “you give your more to receive your less.” Pay homage to a master who has been forgotten by so many. Long live Paschal Beverly Randolph!

Ivan Van Sertima Lives

Last night I was informed of a radio announcement stating that Ivan Van Sertima had died at the age of 74 on May 25th, Memorial Day. When I became engrossed in African studies in 1998, my good friend Damion Reid told me about this brilliant Guyanese scholar who wrote and edited some of the finest books that I would ever read on classical African civilizations. Damion leant me a copy of Egypt: Child of Africa and my personal sense of who I was, and what I could accomplish as a man in this world, rose to greater and greater heights.

However, Van Sertima's scholarship also helped me realize--perhaps more than anyone else's--that the Black man's history and culture was not limited to the United States, the Caribbean or even Africa. He showed me that we are in fact a people of GLOBAL import, as we have nurtured and left an indelible mark on every culture we have encountered.

 

For evidence go out and purchase other great works which Van Sertima either wrote/co-wrote or edited such as The African Presence in Early Asia, Golden Age of the Moor, The African Presence in Early Europe, Black Women in Antiquity, Egypt Revisited, Ancient Future and his magnum opus They Came Before Columbus: The African Presence in Ancient America.

In the profession that I am in, I have had an opportunity to meet more than a few entertainers and celebrities but the only time I was ever Star Struck was when I met the Rutgers University professor. The year was 2002 and Medger Evers College in Brooklyn had honored him for his academic contributions to the cause of Black self-realization. I was writing a story for a newspaper I worked for at Brooklyn College. With no photographer, I had to take my own pictures with one of our newspaper's cameras.

I remember introducing myself to Van Sertima and stuttering how much I appreciated his work before I asked him to pose with his wife while I took a few pictures. It was obvious that he was tired, having just given a two-hour lecture, but that didn't stop me from bothering the man for a few poses. My editor-in-chief never asked me to get pictures, much less write an article, nevertheless I felt compelled by a sense of history. Some of it personal, some of it was not. I knew that I may not have that moment again. As it turns out, I was right.

Van sertima was a good soldier. He posed for this annoying amateur photographer/reporter. One picture came out great and my article was even better. A lot of Black students and faculty members on campus enjoyed it. I hope that future generations will come to appreciate the wonderful gifts that Van Sertima has left behind and that they enrich their lives just as much as they have enriched mine.