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Thursday, December 24, 2009

Every Nigga's AStAR: The Authorized Biography of Osiris



After walking for several miles, we all started to wonder where the High Priestess, Sekhmet was leading us. Two hours into our journey through the Zep Tepi desert, we came upon a temple waiting in the distance. It was a magnanimous pyramid decked in shimmering gold surrounded by four golden obelisks positioned at each of the pyramid’s four corners. At the very top of each one was a crescent moon of silver that scraped the heavens blue. As Sekhmet lead us into the pyramid’s arched opening we were immediately enveloped by absolute darkness. “Sekhmet, where are you taking us!” yelled Osiris, whose voice quivered with fear.


“As I told you earlier, my son, I am taking you all to meet the High Priest of Atlantis,” Sekhmet answered. “She’s a fuckin’ liar! The bitch is leading us into a trap,” growled Sahu, one of the other initiates, who savagely lunged at the Priestess. As the hulking coward wrapped his brolic, muscled  arms around Sekhmet’s tiny neck in a chokehold his body suddenly erupted into a bonfire of burning flesh. Sahu disintegrated into a fine mist, leaving nothing behind; not even the smell of his charred carcass. As we all stared at the petit priestess in horror she slowly spun around to face us with the purifying fires of Khenti Amenti  in her eyes.


“I want you gentlemen to listen, and listen very closely,” roared the old, wrinkled, dread-locked woman. “You have all worked for 33 years to reach this point in your initiation. That means that there can be no turning back. We must proceed forward until you reach your final destination. If you quit now, all of your names will be erased from the Lion’s book of life. Live or die; the choice is yours!” Shaking intensely, we all nodded our heads in compliance with the fierce Lioness. Sekhmet cracked a demonic smile then proceeded on her way as we hastily followed her lead. “Fear not gentlemen….we shall be coming upon the High Priest’s sacred chamber shortly,” she said with an almost sinister calm.


As we continued to walk through the temple, we grew extremely cold and increasingly frightful of what might await beyond the darkness. All that I could see was Sekhmet and my fellow initiates as they walked in single file before me. It was an extreme darkness that only magnified the sharpness of their images. Their skins were a radiant brown and their white garments glowed with vivid purity. A few moments later, what appeared to be a shooting star coming from the right wizzed passed us followed by three more on our left. “In the name of Ra, what is going on, Sekhmet. Where are we going?!” Osiris cried. “Have courage my dear,” Sekhmet reassured. “We shall be approaching very shortly.”


As I looked down towards the ground I was shocked to find there was none. “What could be holding us up?” I thought as severe panic began to set in. Before long, we were all greeted by pulsating stars numbering in the hundred’s of thousands. We then saw a bright red dot on our far left that was rapidly increasing in size before we realized that it was the planet Mars, which shot right by us. Actually, as it turned out, WE were the ones who sped by it. You see, much to our surprise my brethren and I discovered that the entrance to the golden pyramid was actually a gateway to the cosmos that we were swiftly marching through despite walking at normal speed. We flashed past Jupiter, Saturn, Neptune, Uranus, and Pluto as we marched boldly through the boundless blackness of inner space.


Eventually, we came upon a space portal shaped like a woman’s vagina, flashing a luminous white light that extended several light years. As we stood at a good distance from the portal’s opening a figure emerged within the light. It was the figure of a kinetic king adorned with gold, radiance and glory. His skin was as black as an obsidian mirror with a well-polished sheen. He wore a green, suede robe studded with sparkling diamonds arranged in an intricate dragon motif. Around his neck was a gold rope chain with a huge disk bearing the all-seeing eye of Ra with a blazing emerald jewel as its pupil. Upon his head was a tightly fitted green skullcap with a diamond-studded design that depicted the sun, moon, and stars. His face was serene and youthful, characterized by prominent cheekbones that gave him an almost serpentine appearance. His eyes were as lamps of fire that burned to the core of our very souls. My fellow initiates and I kneeled in humble reverence before this mystic stranger of unfathomable radiance. He communicated with us telepathically, transmitting iron words forged in the cosmic fires of Amenti. His voice in our heads was majestic and thunderous.


“Greetings gentlemen. I, Ptah congratulate you on your monumental accomplishment. You have walked a path that most have feared to tread and have reached the summit in your uphill quest for universal truth and enlightenment. After 33 years of hard work and preparation you can finally count yourselves among the glorious Sons of Light. You have gained complete and total entry into the Intergalactic Brotherhood of the Nagas.”

Immediately Thoth, Osiris, Set, Anubis and I erupted into a mini-celebration before we were interrupted by another telepathic transmission from the black god with the starry crown.



“Silence gentlemen. There is more that I have to share with you. It hurts me deeply to tell you this, but in the next eight years your entire continent will sink to the bottom of the ocean as a result of an approaching Pole Shift. Most of your countrymen will perish, including your families. However you will not have time to mourn over your respective losses as I will entrust you with the responsibility of carrying out an extremely important task.


The accumulated wisdom of our race must be preserved if humanity is to continue with its spiritual evolution in the years that follow this horrific cataclysm. To ensure that this happens, I am appointing Osiris to lead you and a remnant of Atlanteans to the continent of Ethiopia. There, you will build new civilizations in the North East region based upon the teachings and precepts of your great and noble ancestors, and…




 “Why should we follow Osiris?” Set interrupted as Osiris bowed his head with shame. Despite reaching this stage in his initiation, Set had not purged himself of the beast within, while Osiris lacked the backbone that was necessary for true leadership. One had to wonder how and why the two men got this far in their initiation. “Lets face it, Ptah: Osiris is a pussy! The little bitch ass nigga couldn’t find his way out of the rain. I command you to reconsider. I feel that I….”



“Silence mortal, or I shall strip you of your rank!” thundered Ptah as Set cringed with fear. “You will play an important role in the scheme of things, but on this matter I will not elaborate. From the womb of this dark continent in the east will come the light of a brand new day and every kingdom of the earth shall be warmed by its natural splendor and divinity. Then, after many moons of uninterrupted prosperity, great trials and tribulations will befall you and our kind. A new man shall rise within the earth, the snow men from the north, and they will crush thee with an iron heel and place a yoke of iron around thy neck.



He will come from the other end of the earth in ships as swift as an eagle flieth and will take thee for bondmen and bondwomen. This New Man will be of fierce countenance and will not care for the young or the old, the sick or the able, the women or the children. He will take some of you as slaves to what remains of the great Atlantis, which will be nothing more than a group of islands in the surrounding waters. The rest of you will be shipped to The New Atlantis, where you will labor as beasts in the cotton fields from dusk to dawn. There you shall toil all day, but the sun will not have mercy on you. Strange fruit shall swing from mighty oaks in this land where thievery and bloodshed are the gospels of the wicked.”



To be continued……

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

The Qabalistic Poetry of OZ



The 70th Anniversary box set DVD for The Wizard of OZ came out yesterday, the same day as Ghostface's new album entitled Ghostdini: The Wizard of Poetry in Emerald City. I looked up the numbers in yesterday’s date (9/29=929) in David Godwin's Cabalistic Encyclopedia and found that 929 is synonymous with the Palace of the Supernals on the Kabalisitc Tree of Life. The Supernals, or Divine Triad, are the highest spheres on the Tree of Life.


If you look at the back of Ghost’s CD, you’ll see a palace with three towers (3 supernals) behind a lake. This lake is the Daath, the hidden Sephirah in front of the 3 Supernals on the Tree of Life. Ghost’s album has 3 executive producers (Ghostface, Mike Caruso and LA Reid) and is released in the astrological house of Libra (9/29). The official color for Libra is green (Emerald City) and it’s the most prominent color on the covers of both the DVD box set and CD (naturally). Also, the astrological house of Libra is ruled by Venus the Goddess of Love and Beauty. Ghost has nothing but love songs on this CD.


Then when you add 9+2+9 you get 20. 2+0=2. The 2nd sephirah on the Tree of Life is “Chokmah,” which means “Wizdom” in Hebrew. A Wizard is one who excercises wizdom in the practice of the spiritual sciences. Ghost is/was a God Body, (5 Percenter) one who believes that “God” is actually an acronym for “Gomar Oz Dubar” which they say means “Strength Wizdom & Beauty”. Ayo, this math is like ziti!!! Just dishing a little food for thought…..

Sunday, September 27, 2009

The Nexus of T.I.M.E.



Time travel can be achieved by tapping into the Nexus of T.I.M.E. (The Inner Mind’s Eye). The Nexus is a psychic gateway through which an individual can access the past, present and future all at a moment’s notice. Each individual’s experience of the Nexus of Time is unique, because we all have our own set of incarnational experiences within what we call the past, present, and future. The Nexus, to varying degrees, enables us to absorb the emotional residue of these incredibly powerful experiences without revisiting them in their entirety . Depending on the nature of the experience, this fact will either leave you feeling resentful or relieved.

You could be alone in deep thought or have a mentally stimulating conversation with a friend, then suddenly, you are splashed with what seems to be an odd cocktail of emotions. You feel anger, fear, joy, ecstasy, and profound anticipation all at once. You may even have visions (I have not had such visions, but I imagine that some people might). This short, but jolting psychospiritual experience which is usually accompanied by chills, goosebumbs and a head-swelling sensation, makes you feel as if you are literally experiencing the collective consciousness of the entire world populace at once.

However, it is not the collective consciousness of humanity you are experiencing, but those of all your past incarnations which may number in the hundreds or thousands. Each incarnation is connected to your Oversoul, a living astral intellect that stores all of your incarnational experiences like a hot air balloon stores air…..All of your past, present, and future incarnations are actually occurring right now as you are reading this blog. This may sound strange and ridiculous to some readers, but we must consider the fact that the human mind falsely perceives reality through the frame of space-time. Since we can only perceive reality from moment to moment, we separate it into past, present, and future. In truth, they are all part of one unified whole. Everything that has, is, and will happen to you is happening right Now. Time is static and unmoving. It is human perception that moves through time.

Imagine you’re watching your favorite movie on VHS. As you watch the movie you witness the entire story unfold before your eyes on the television screen. While you are enjoying the movie you understand that it is not being written and directed as the tape rolls along in your VCR. The movie’s beginning, middle and ending was already determined before you popped the video into the machine. It’s already on the tape.

After watching the video, you reflect on the movie and think about all of the exciting scenes and characters you just saw. Most importantly, you remember the emotions that each scene and character aroused within you. Some were “positive” while others may have been “negative.” The Nexus of Time that I speak of is a psychic bridge that connects you to your Oversoul, which is like a Blockbuster Video store on the astral plane. Within your Oversoul there are hundreds or thousands of movies that you can rent and experience. The difference here, is that each video in the store tells a story about one of your many lives since incarnating in the physical.

Some are comedies, others are thrillers, many are dramas. Most are a combination of all three. Each movie has its own scenes and characters arousing a broad range of emotions within you. However one of the major differences between your Oversoul and the actual Blockbuster Video store down the block, is the fact that in your Oversoul, YOU have a starring role in each-and-every movie. In some movies you’re the leading actor or actress, while in others you’re the supporting actor or actress. In a few instances you might even be an extra whom nobody notices. The bottom line is that you are a part of the story and all of your fellow co-stars, whether minor or major, have some impact on your soul’s development within the film. Your current incarnation is one of several written, directed and produced by your Oversoul.

The Nexus, which grants you access to your Oversoul, does not exist beyond your fingertips. It’s inside a tiny structure between the two hemispheres of your brain called the pineal gland. It resembles a woman’s clitoris in its appearance and is sometimes called the “Third Eye” by occultists. The Nexus is often accessed through lucid dreaming or deep meditation which stimulates and arouses pineal gland function through the resurrection of Kundalini (also known as Jesus/Lucifer; Book of Revelations 22:16 ). Many of us have passed through the Nexus of Time in our dreams, and during waking consciousness, at one time or another. However, most of us don’t remember it when we wake up in the morning because we don’t get enough sleep. I’m still trying to get this right myself.

The less sleep you get, the less access you have to the deeper recesses of your mind. Therefore, the best way to ensure that you remember these dreams is to get lots of sleep, at least 10-12 hours a night. Yet given the time constraints that school, the job and the career place upon our lives, these long hours of slumber are not practical for most of us. For those who can’t sleep 10-12 hours a night on a long term basis, you should at least try it from November 24 to December 21. Mark it on your calendar.

The sun’s intensity is least felt during this 28-day cycle. This is a good thing because sunlight inhibits the production of serotonin, a neurochemical that helps you to access the Nexus of Time. People who are highly Melinated are already protected from the sun’s powerful rays. Those who have little or no meleanin are Third Eye Blind. Getting lots of sleep in the year’s later months, along with drinking large amounts of water, makes access that much easier for people of color. Meditation is also encouraged, but it can take years of practice before you can time travel. Personally, I have not developed the ability to Time Travel through meditation like the Yogis of India, so I cannot speak on the benefits of meditation in achieving this end. For those of you who doubt that astral projection—one purported means for time traveling—is real, all I can do is shake my head and say: YOU HAVE NO IDEA. I followed the directions in Gavin and Yvonne Frost’s book, Astral Travel in January of 2002, and have been a Knower on this matter ever since. Don’t take my word for it, though. Try it out for yourself.

Through the Nexus of T.I.M.E. you can access the day you were eaten to death by a crocodile fuckin’ around in the Yucatan, high off peyote and ayahuasca. That wasn’t a pretty Olmec girl on her back with her luscious legs spread motioning to you to “come get it.” That was a crocodile waiting for your dumb ass to come closer so he could make up for that tasty breakfast meal that got away earlier that morning. You should have been picking those bay leaves like your mom told you to instead of getting high in hostile territory.
Through the Nexus you can also access the day the Nagas (Niggas) descended from the heavens to oversee the construction of Cambodia’s Buddhist temple of Angkor Wat; the night you and your Ethiopian brethren danced around the Ark of the Covenant after chasing the Italians out of Adowa.

These experiences span the course of centuries and have different storylines. In some of them you were male in others who were female.All of our life experiences, whether “good” or “bad” are necessary for our souls to grow and achieve understanding. God and Satan represent the two polarities of your spirit that force your soul toward the center, which is balance. Satan is no more an enemy of man than God is. For those Christians who doubt this fact, I ask why did God make a deal with the Devil in the Book of Job (1:6-12). Also consider the Book of Isaiah 45:7. It’s just an inversion of the Good Cop-Bad Cop concept. Everything works toward the cultivation of your soul. You couldn’t get around it if you tried. Anything that resembles such is merely a detour on your road to glory.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

The Occult History of Contemporary Black Music (Pt.2 of 2)




The internet has made it so much easier for artist to get their music out to the public so you really have to be savvy and know what digital cracks and crevices to look in to find that authentic hip-hop music. In 2009 the Slaughterhouse, Raekwon and Ghostface have reminded us of the days when emcees rhymed with passion and took their art seriously. However all of those men are children of the 1970s. Younger artist must come forward to keep the tradition of Black music alive and define the sound of for this era.

In her book, The Psychic Vampire Codex, self-proclaimed vampire Michelle Belanger tells us what a real vampire is from a practicing vampire’s perspective. She says that most vampires do not drink blood (sanguine vampires) as you saw in the movie Blade Trinity starring Wesley Snipes. Instead, they absorb a person’s life force by feeding off of their emotions and attention (psychic vampires). Belanger explains that “psychic vampires have many different reasons for why they need to feed. Some believe that they feed as a result of a physical or spiritual ailment that has reduced their own vitality....Some psychic vampires believe that they have an imperfect connection to the universal sources of energy that fuel ordinary people” (pgs. 6,7). This aptly describes those vampires who get fat off of Black music and culture by using it as a mere commodity to be marketed and sold.

Like Belanger said, they are cut off from the universal sources of energy because they don’t have the carbon-based melanin necessary to process it. However, Black people do. Since vampires cannot tap into the universal mind, or even the ambient energies that emanate from it, they are unable to create original music that appeals to people of all races. They wait for Black people to do it so they can leech off of them and take all of the credit afterwards. However, the Priesthood of the Undead prefers not to feed off of authentic Black music because its energy vibration is far too intense.

When African American artists were recording some of their most inspired music between the 1920s and 70s the vampires could afford to let them slide because they were already having a smorgasbord with World Wars I and II, the Korean War and the Vietnam War. The fear, death, and destruction generated by these dreadful events were more than enough to satiate the psychic vampires who started them in the first place by applying the Hegelian Dialectic. Nevertheless, they were always looking for their next feeding source. One of their favorites is Black culture.

The blues, jazz, and rock gave African Americans the spiritual food they needed to overcome specific challenges of the 20th century. When they got the nutrients they needed from these foods, they pushed the excrement of their artistry into America’s toilet bowl so the culture flies could feast on it as they had no other reason to exist. Since African Americans have taken longer than expected to have a hip-hop bowel movement, the mainstream media and record companies are forcing them to “drop it like it’s hot” and the smell is nothing nice.

Most of the sonic sludge passing for hip-hop nowadays is pathetic. The vampire priesthood prefers trash that sells because when they feed off of your emotions they have to make sure that it is within their own carrying capacity. Thoughts and emotions that lend life and vitality to us would cause them to explode like Unicron in Transformers: The Movie. These sadistic creatures are like coke heads who experience a brain-numbing high from metaphysically snorting your pain, suffering and stupidity. 

These patron saints of niggerdom seek to absolve millions of Black youth of their morals and integrity by promoting good old American values such as sex without respect (Thomas Jefferson and Sally Hemmings), violence (the Trail of Tears), drugs (crack, cocaine, heroin, LSD, Ecstasy) and a lust for money (Enron, Savings & Loans, 2008 housing crisis). All of those things cause your spirit to vibrate on a low energy frequency which makes you food for the gods of the zodiac who maintain the Glass Ceiling of your awareness. The same can even be said about much of the “conscious rap” because the issues that it revolves around are usually tired and predictable.

The solution to the dilemma in Black music today is simple, but very hard to achieve. Hip-hop, soca, calypso, kompa, R&B, and reggae artists must fuse their respective powers to activate the crown charka of the Black world collective. They must stop selling trash to their community, because in doing so they only feed the vampires who live off of their creativity as pointed out before. To ensure that the bleeding comes to an end, Black recording artists—spanning a broad range of musical genres—must form a union designed to put full creative control in their own hands. Progress will not be made if Africans are separate forever. Black recording artists of the world unite!

The Occult History of Contemporary Black Music (Pt.1 of 2)



Unless you’ve spent the last decade of your life in a hermitage, it’s quite clear that hip-hop has become the new face of American pop culture. From Flatbush Avenue, to Madison Avenue, its power is felt and acknowledged by all.


Na├»ve and highly impressionable young Blacks will interpret its cultural dominance as some indication that they have finally been embraced by the loving arms of white America. In all actuality, they couldn’t be further from the truth. Hip-hop isn’t taking over white America. It has been co-opted by its most trusted corporate entities. The implications are dire for the music that hip-hop culture created, because whenever a genre of Black music fully assimilates into the American mainstream it usually means that it is about to die.


Jazz, the Blues, and Rock & Roll—which were all created by African Americans during the 20th century—may still have a strong following around the globe, but none of them carry the same cultural relevance that they did in years past. The primary reason for this, as we will discover, is the spiritual evolution of African Americans living under hostile and oppressive conditions. African Americans created each genre to fulfill a specific need, and when that need was met they moved on to create something totally new. Hip-hop music, in stark contrast, is breaking this century-old pattern as it is being forced into an early grave by Psychic Vampires.


What is particularly alarming about this trend, is the fact that no nationality within the African Diaspora has created a new genre of music within the last 25 years—an astonishing fact for anyone who knows the history of Black music in the Western Hemisphere. It almost seems as if Black people have suddenly lost their creative impulse. Perhaps, they may have become a bit too complacent….No matter how you look at it, it is safe to say that Black recording artists will not be a major cultural force in the global age unless they can fuse their ideas, sounds, and cultures to create a thriving new African centered soundscape.



Men and women of African descent are unrivaled in their contributions to the wonderful world of music. To highlight all of those contributions here would be impractical, as it would take us far beyond the scope of this particular blog. Therefore, we will use African American music as a microcosm of Black world music given its global reach, popularity, and variety of sound. Together we will examine the catalysts behind its metamorphosis, the impact it had on Blacks here in America, their enemies, and how it is being used to undermine the progress of Black people around the globe today.

Black artists like Robert Johnson, Miles Davis, Bo Diddly, Chuck Berry and Jimi Hendrix weren’t just great musicians. They were, and remain, cultural icons who shaped the way we thought, the way we felt, and the way we lived. When you listen to Hendrix play the electric guitar you’re not just listening to a musical instrument. You’re listening to a man’s soul put to musical scale. Hendrix’ mind traveled so far out into the cosmos that when he came back to Earth on his Band of Gypsies album the Afronaut gave us a totally new genre of music: funk. Eric Clapton, Led Zeppelin, The Beatles and The Rolling Stones made some great contributions to rock, no doubt, but even they have identified Hendrix and other Black pioneers of rock and blues as their favorite feeding sources, I mean, artistic inspirations.



By the time the 1960s rolled around, Blacks in America were beginning to distance themselves from jazz because as a thinking man’s muse it did not provide them with the emotional outlet they needed to express their feelings during one of the nation’s most turbulent periods. The blues did, but its lyrical themes usually reflected a fatalistic interpretation of life. It gave African Americans a chance to vicariously express their pain and suffering through blues artists, but it never gave them a sense of hope or feeling that their quality of life would improve. Sam Cooke (“Change Gonna Come”) and Marvin Gaye (“Love Party”) did. In addition, the blues music industry was one of the must corrupt in the nation’s history. Even the best artists of the day were cheated out of their rightful earnings, which only discouraged the young talent that could have powered the music forward.

Hendrix was probably the last of the legendary Black musicians to play rock after it reached its peak popularity within the African American community. The factors that contributed to its loss in popularity were primarily metaphysical. For one, rock & roll music is purely based on sexual expression. The guitar itself is a phallic symbol and those who play it from the soul are simulating masturbation. This assessment would sound ridiculous to those who do not view history through a metaphysical lens of perception. However, one must understand that Black men were burned, lynched, and castrated across the United States in record numbers during the 1950s (Emmitt Till). Coming on the heels of this phenomenon was a new wave of Black recording artists who rolled up from behind and rocked white America from the rear.


In an effort to fight against the terrorist acts perpetrated against them, Black men found an artistic means of flaunting the very thing they were enviously being murdered for: their sexual dominance. Throughout its history, rock has always been the music of rebellion in its many forms. This is because it was born out of rebellion; the Black man’s sexual rebellion. Whenever you see a rock star holding a guitar, know that they are actually holding the dismembered penis of the Black god Osiris.



According to Eastern philosophy, all sexual energy comes from the root chakra, or vortex of light, located at the base of your spine. The R&B coming out of Motown on the other hand was based on love, and love—not sexual expression—was what African Americans needed most to whether the social, political, and economic storm that they faced in the decade that followed. Love emanates from the heart chakra, which is synonymous with a higher level of spiritual development. The R&B songs of the 1960s continue to touch millions of people decades after they were made because they speak directly to the human heart. The class and race struggles of the ’60s forced African Americans to alchemically raise their spirits from the root to the heart chakra and this transition was reflected in the dominant musical preferences at the time: R&B.



As a result, when Hendrix died on Sept. 18, 1970 there were no other Blacks available to take rock to even higher creative heights. That’s why you ended up with shitty bands like Kiss, Poison, and White Snake in the decade that followed. As weak as they were, they made tons of money off the Black man’s creation. So did the major record labels. But when the gods who made rock what it was suddenly abandoned it, you still knew that the music as an art form was running on borrowed time. With rock having one foot in the grave, greedy old white men in corporate boardrooms needed a reason to live. That reason turned out to be hip-hop music. When you listen to songs like “Paid in Full” by Rakim or “C.R.E.A.M” by the Wu-Tang Clan, you’re listening to young Black men with nothing giving you all that they have: their hunger, wit, style and passion. Sure the lyrical content wasn’t always “positive” but it gave you an opportunity to hear what was really on a young Black man’s mind.


It is for this reason rap music—in its purest form—signifies the activation of the brow charka, where man comes face to face with his own divinity. The men who made classic hip-hop music did what all great artists do: they upgraded their art form by raising the bar for creative excellence. You can’t say the same about most of today’s high profile acts.

Another reason why you don’t see another Big Daddy Kane (a lyrical beast with style, natural charisma, street credibility and Knowledge of Self) springing up in the business is because of the internet revolution. Rap music came as a result of young Black men in the Bronx, New York having few outlets for creative self expression since the instruments were taken out of the schools. Yet with the various forms of media available today on the net (blogs, Youtube, blogtalkradio etc.) most young Black men have viable outlets to get their thoughts and ideas out to a large audience, so the angst you had among young Black men in the mid 1970s, 80s and 90s is not as prevalent today.

Also most children in high school today have parents who came of age at the tail end of the civil rights movement. Unless they have culturally responsible parents, these kids don’t relate personally to the struggles of the Civil Rights movement. It’s ancient history to them. Actually, they don’t relate to struggle at all so there’s no tension, no fermentation of the soul. These Kali Yuga Kids are spoiled and complacent. However they are far more intelligent and have a lot more potential. That’s just my opinion, though.

Monday, September 21, 2009

The Occult Meaning Behind the Game of Baseball






Monotony is the mother of revelation. That was my thought as I attended a horribly boring Mets baseball game this past August. The more you immerse yourself in the study of metaphysics, mythology, and cosmology, the more these concepts filter through your observations about things that most people would consider trivial.

Occult themes and concepts have become the very foundation for much of what we call popular culture. They're in the movies, they're in advertising, and can also be found in America's favorite pastime: baseball.


The diamond on the baseball field is in fact the square and the compass of Freemasonry. Freemasons often refer to God as the “Grand Architect of the Universe,” who would naturally correspond to the Kemetic god, Ptah, the original Inspector General. The Pitcher on the mound is Ptah. We know this because according to ancient Kemetic cosmology, as it is recorded on the Shabaka Stone, our physical universe came into being when the god Ptah arose upon the primordial mound from the celestial waters of Nun carrying the god Atum (from whence you get the word “atom") on his shoulders.


Ptah gave birth to nine gods, often referred to as the Ennead. This is why there are nine innings to a baseball game. The nine innings in the unfolding of a baseball game are symbolic of the nine gods, who in turn represent the nine stages involved in the birth of our physical universe.


There are 33 degrees in Scottish Rite Freemasonry and 3x3=9. Symbolically speaking, an Inspector General is supposed to represent one who has attained mastery over himself, and consequently, his environment. A Master of the Royal Secret, on the other hand, has only 32 degrees which is the freezing point of water. When we marry Freemasonic thought to scientific fact, we can conclude that a Mason is still frozen in a catatonic state of ignorance unless he gets his 33rd degree, because his soul has not been thawed by the light emanating from the mind of the Grand Architect. And even then, he's not even hot. In order for him to reach his spiritual boiling point he would need “Moor” fire.


Those of you who read my blog entitled “The Collapsing House of Mirrors” may remember that Ptah, is also the Demiurge spoken of in the early Gnostic scriptures. For more on the Demiurge you might want to check out the complete Nag Hamadi Library (It’s a collection of various Gnostic scriptures, not an actual library). For those of us on the path of spiritual liberation the Demiurge is the "Bad Guy" but this is actually a matter of our human perception which is firmly entrenched in the polaristic pleasure-pain, fight or flight dynamic.


The Demiurge uses our animal appetites against us (so it appears) for the purpose of keeping our souls locked in the Dead Zone. This is the true meaning behind the fictional crucifixion. It represents the tragedy of pure spirit being trapped in the dregs of matter. Nothing more, nothing less. A cross contains four 90 degree angles, which represents the four elements (fire, air, water and earth) of matter. When we submit to the whims of our lower selves our spirits are crucified on the elemental cross of matter.


Given that a cross consists of four 90-degree angles, we know that there are 360 degrees in a cross. There are also 360 degress in a baseball diamond since a diamond is made of two triangles which are 180 degrees each. Have you noticed that if you add the digits in each of the four numerical references in this paragraph, they all add up to nine (e.g. 9+0=9, 3+6+0=9)? Multiply these nines by four and you get 36, which brings you back to 9 again (3+6=9).

There are no other numbers past nine. Every other numerical value that comes after the number 9 is just a reconfiguration of the first ten numbers (zero being the first) in our numerical system. This is because numbers are the markers for places and things in the physical universe which has inherent limitations. The universe may be expanding as many scientists propose, but there are definite constraints on this expansion which we will all realize eventually. Does the so-called “Big Bang” mark the birth of our universe, or the death of an older one? It doesn’t have to be one or the other. It could be both.


Like the cross, the baseball diamond is emblematic of the the realm of matter, Malkuth, which is under the dominion of Ptah. However, there is an interesting paradox as it relates to Ptah's role in the progression of our spiritual careers. By challenging us, Ptah the pitcher, is actually helping us to build the muscle and develop the hand-eye coordination that will enable us to escape the world of Maia, and return to the stars from whence we came. This is the true “Home Run.”


Ptah pitches obstacles and challenges at us over the course of our lives and it’s our job to bat them out of the ballpark (the ballpark being the Kabbalistic world of Assiah, the plane of solids, liquids and gases which we currently occupy). The bat that you use to accomplish this is your pineal gland, which is a tiny pine cone shaped organ resembling the female clitoris in the center of your brain that becomes stimulated once you become enlightened.


This is the true "light that taketh away the sins of the world." The pineal gland is also known as the “Third Eye,” which gives you “sight beyond sight” as Lion-O(siris), Lord of the Thundercats would say. The white ball blasted out of the park once it connects with your bat is symbolic of you leaving this density as a white orb of light following your final incarnation.


When you fail to cultivate your mind, the love in your heart, and build courage, then you strike out in the game of life and must return to the dugout (the ancestral realm) until your number is called again. I'm going, going, gone. Actually, I'm Already Home and so are you.



Saturday, May 30, 2009

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.

Monday, May 25, 2009

The Rhythm is Gonna Get Ya: Melodic Weapons for Musical Wars


Mind Control. For most of us the term generally conjures images from Hollywood thrillers such as The Manchurian Candidate. However, the existence of such a sinister method of manipulation may not be as far fetched as one might suspect. In fact, if you go to the United States Patent website and conduct a search for patent number 3,951,134 you will discover something rather interesting.

On Aug. 5, 1974 scientist Robert G. Malech requested a patent for a device that was supposed to monitor electrical activities within the human brain. However, if you checkout the patent summary under the sub-head which reads “OBJECTS OF THE INVENTION,” another purpose is revealed. In addition to monitoring electrical activities in the human brain it provides “a method and apparatus for affecting brain wave activity by transmitting electromagnetic signals thereto.”

That’s just a technical way of describing the process of mind control, as thoughts are known to travel through the brain in the form of electrical stimulus. These electromagnetic signals can be encoded with subsonic tones that produce harmful chemical compounds in the brain of the receiver. The brain is extremely sensitive to external phenomena so even a minor change in its electronic frequency levels can alter thought patterns. Consequently, if an individual or group even slightly alters your brain wave patterns they will have varying degrees of control over your mind. The Music of Time by Preston B. Nichols and Peter Moon, although it's kind of old, explores this concept. The patent for this mind control weapon was granted to Malech on April 20, 1976.

Thirteen years later, Dr. Oliver Lowery of Georgia got a patent for his “Silent Subliminal Presentation System” (SSPS) (U.S. Patent # 5, 159, 703). According to the description found under the “ABSTRACT” heading on the patent website, the device was clearly created for the purpose of mind control. The SSPS is:

“a silent communications system in which nonaural carriers, in the very low or very high audio frequency range or in the adjacent ultrasonic frequency spectrum, are amplified or frequency modulated with the desired intelligence and propagated acoustically or vibrationally, for inducement into the brain, typically through the use of loudspeakers, earphones or piezoelectric transducers. The modulated carriers may be transmitted directly in real-time or may be conveniently recorded and stored on mechanical, magnetic or optical media for delayed or repeated transmission to the listener.” The high-tech sorcery described above has been called psychotronics in some circles. Its development was anticipated by high ranking government officials for several decades. Zbigniew Brzezinski, the former National Security Advisor who helped to groom Barack Obama for the U.S. presidency, said in his 1970 book, Between Two Ages:

“It may be possible—and tempting—to exploit for strategic-political purposes the fruits of research on the brain and human behavior. Gordon J.F. MacDonald, a geophysicist specializing in problems of warfare, has written that accurately timed, artificially excited electronic strokes ‘could lead to a pattern of oscillations that produce relatively high power levels over certain regions of the earth…. In this way, one could develop a system that would seriously impair the brain performance of very large populations in selected regions over an extended period…No matter how deeply disturbing the thought of using the environment to manipulate behavior for national advantages to some, the technology permitting such use will very probably develop within the next few decades” (p. 86).



What if this audio technology were being used by hip-hop music industry overlords for the purpose of mind control? With online filesharing, hip-hop has become the most accessible form of music among young people in the United States today. If someone wanted to control the population they could do it successfully through hip-hop music. It’s interesting to note how Earth Wind & Fire’s “Fantasy” or Marvin Gaye’s “Love Party” can make a person feel upbeat and optimistic about life, while much of the popular rap music today encourages short-temperedness, self-pity, careless spending and senseless violence.This kind of rap is the most popular because major record labels prefer to market and promote music that appeals to man’s lower animal nature. But understand that it’s not just the lyrics of a song that determines your emotional and psychological response to it, but the tonal frequencies of the music itself.

In February 2005 I published an essay entitled, “Bridging the Gaps: Black music’s future depends on a fusion of culture, sound and ides.” In that essay I pointed out that each of the chakras (energy vortexes that make up the human spirit) that Trantrists speak of correspond to a particular genre, or expression, of black music. In my efforts to stay focused on the subject at hand, I did not share that each chakra also has its corresponding tonal frequency on the musical scale. There are seven chakras to the human spirit and seven notes in the musical scale. When you say "doe-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-doe," you're actually saying "doe," twice.

If a producer knows the specific tonal frequency that corresponds to the heart chakra—which deals with the expression of love—and the root chakra, which is synonymous with lust and violence, they can blend the two tones into an infectious harmony that evokes a love for violence in the listener. This is why we can listen to a rapper say the most vile things on a record, yet we still love it because the lyrics are accompanied by savvy production that blends the tones representative of both the heart and root chakra. If the rapper has charisma and slick wordplay, his music will further amplify these negative feelings within you and you will find a way to rationalize your appreciation for his poison.

When you hear the tone of a given musical note, that tone triggers an encoded electrical stimulus—which has its own geometric signature, its own hieroglyph—through the neurons of your brain. This electrical stimulus then tells your brain which neurochemicals to produce and in what quantity to produce them. Your brain synthesizes these chemicals and secretes an entirely new chemical compound that dictates how you will respond emotionally and psychologically to what you’re listening to.

If this were not true you would feel a different emotion each time you heard your favorite song. The reason why you do not is because the song produces the same drug in your brain each time you hear it. What causes you to eventually get tired of listening to that song is the fact that each time you hear it, your brain has to produce more and more of the chemical compound in order to re-experience that initial high. When your brain has to work harder than it can afford to to produce this wonder drug, you end up putting that CD on the shelf where it begins to collect dust.

However, the brain will never stop producing a compound that assists in its preservation, entirely. Songs that help to preserve the brain are known as classics in the music world for that reason alone. If you look at any song considered to be a bona fide classic, you will usually find that it celebrates the best in human nature and is reflective of man’s highest aspirations in some way, shape, or form. You may stop listening to these songs for a while, but you always come back to them because your brain knows what’s best for it even if you do not.


Most of these up-tempo hip-hop songs you hear produce chemical derivatives of angel dust and cocaine in your brains. Many people who spend a great deal of time listening to them exhibit the same animalistic tendencies as coke and dust heads. These individuals could definitely use a detox, but the way the music industry is looking, they aren’t likely to get one. In the movie Scarface, Tony Montana goes on a mad shooting spree against the feds in his mansion after snorting a ton of blow. After that coke went up his nose Montana felt invincible, as if he could take on the entire world. Aggressive rap makes people who are otherwise reserved, or timid, feel the same way until the music stops.

Is it any coincidence that the hip-hop community was inundated with Scarface t-shirts, jackets, and cubic zirconia encrusted dog tags in 2005? They were all over the place. Whoever was behind this dubious fashion trend was trying to lead the hip-hop community down a dark path. Fortunately, if you are consciously aware of the effect that the music has on your mood and temperament, then the chances that it will significantly influence your behavior is drastically diminished. It all depends on whether or not you’re doing the alchemy. Are you taking the base emotions that the music conjures within you and transmuting it into sonic gold?

Instead of imagining yourself doing something wild and reckless when listening to this kind of music, use it as emotional fuel that can be used to accomplish a noble goal. A man who consistently transcends his circumstances to accomplish his goals is a man with a strong will.


A man who has a strong will has reached a plateau in his spiritual evolution wherein he is able to focus the spectacular energies coursing through his mind, body and soul. A vast amount of energy and personal power is a prerequisite for the exhibition of a strong will. A person may genuinely have the will to stop using drugs but they lack the personal power necessary to exhibit the desire to do so. Only when they begin to build on their personal power through affirmations, or other simple, yet highly effective activities, will they obtain the personal power they need to give up their addiction and improve the quality of their lives.

A conscious use of the music you listen to, no matter how abrasive it may sound to others, can help you increase your personal power. Instrumental CDs are extremely effective for this purpose. They allow you the freedom of deciding how you will process and interpret the music entering your ears because there is no rapper directing your attention towards their choice of subject matter. Instead you interpret the mood and meaning of the music FOR YOURSELF. The power is in your hands. The only limitations rest in your imagination, which metaphysicist Phil Valentine has pointed is the nation of the inner magis that reside in our minds.

When I listen to the instrumental for the DipSet song "I'm Ready," its about me being ready for MY own spiritual transformation, and not any of the stuff they're talking about on the actual song. As a matter of fact, I highly recommend the instrumental CD for Diplomatic Immunty Vol 1 (2003). Start your day with the DipSet Anthem instrumental. You might find that lyrics that better reflect who you are start to take form in your head. I also like "Triumph" by the Wu-Tang Clan although the actual song is just fine the way it is.

If a record producer understands the science of music, he can instill the most destructive thoughts and behavior patterns in his audience through his selection of the rappers he uses to rhyme over his beats. So, the next time you’re shopping for the illest hip-hop CD or downloading a couple of hot bangers onto your iPod, ask yourself one question: is my favorite producer trying to make a helpless addict out of me?


Monday, April 6, 2009

The Annunaki Star Chronicles


Below is a PDF download link for The Terra Papers by Robert Morning Sky. The book is essentially Sky's attempt to tell the secret history of the Annunaki, a pantheon of gods whom the ancient Sumerians said were the progenitors of their civilization. While this cosmic chronicle is a fairly interesting read with some valuable insights, it should be read through a melaninated lens of perception.


Friday, March 20, 2009

Planet X, 2012 and the Fear-Mongering Frequency Cock Blockers


As we draw closer to the year 2012, many people in the Conscious Community are looking at it as a time of profound worldly significance. As numerous references are made to the Olmec calendar, which ends on December 21st 2012, there is a lot of Doom & Gloom talk about what is actually going to happen on that day. The fact of the matter is that the next three years are going to be rewarding to those who have dedicated themselves to their own intellectual growth and spiritual advancement.

Unfortunately, there are a lot of predators in the so-called New Age community who are trying to keep us from receiving the gifts of the Heru Harmonic by characterizing 2012 as a year of “war,” “famine,” and “social upheaval.” These individuals are nothing more than Frequency Cock-Blockers trying to deprive us of the moist and tender clutch of the Cosmic Matriarch. They divert our attention from the rise of our god consciousness by showering us with stories about Planet X and all types of natural disasters fostered by a Pole Shift.

There is even a movie called "2012" slated to hit theaters this year. Based on the movie trailer, it appears that the movie was specifically designed to engender a sense of fear and dread among members of the general public whenever they think about the year 2012. Most people are not ready die. They want to live and enjoy the pleasures of life, so if the popular culture reinforces the idea that 2012 is something to fear, then when the year finally rolls around they’re more likely to be spooked out because of all of the negativity that has been associated with that year.

Fear weakens our spiritual vibration and opens us up to all kinds of manipulation from dark forces. This is the state the Killuminazi wants us in. They’re about to be on the receiving end of a cosmic ass-whipping, a real universal beat down. Their backs are against the wall. All of this fear-mongering that the Killuminazi and their New Age agents are engaging in is nothing but a desperate attempt to keep your mind off of what 2012 is REALLY about: your ascendancy to godhood and their fall from power.

WE ARE THE REAL ILLUMINATI. They are the pretenders. In the movie Wizard of Oz everyone bowed before the wizard with fear and awe only to discover that he was not "the great and powerful wizard of oz" just a weak, old chump pushing buttons behind a curtain. “The All-Powerful All Knowing White Man” that a lot of conscious people like to talk about so much is the Wizard of Oz. We need to stop giving him so much credit for everything significant that happens under the sun. He doesn’t have the kind of control over the planet that we think he does. At least not now. If he did, we’d all be dead already. We let him have the earth and everything on it for a while so that we can better appreciate how it feels to be on top by remembering what it feels like to be on the bottom. For more on that subject read my blog “The Godz Must Be cRAzy."

Have no fear for Planet X. If it comes anywhere near earth like all of these New Age sensationalists are saying, then it only works to our benefit anyway because the Annunaki are our distant ancestors if you follow that whole story corrrectly. The most recognized writer on the Annunaki and Planet X is Israeli archaeologist Zecharia Sitchin. His magnum opus was his first book The 12th Planet which tells the story of how the inhabitants of Planet X, the Annunaki extraterrestrials, set up shop here on planet Earth and established ancient Sumerian civilization.

Sitchin says that prince Enki, followed by an elite group of Annunaki scientists and worker drones, mined African gold in a region called “Arali” which was located in Africa’s southern region. (p.320). Sitchin also says that the Akkadian pictograph for the name “Arali” resembled those that read “dark red soil of Kush” later translated to mean “Negro” (p.321). Hmmm….Sitchin then talks about how Enki and the Annunaki made modern man by combining their own genes with those of the Homo Erectus’ they found in Africa’s interior. This, he says, explains why man’s evolution from Homo Erectus to Homo Sapiens occurred in such a relatively short period of time. We were, as he claims, genetically upgraded through the acquired genes of the gods. According to Sitchin, this was achieved when the Annunaki mixed their blood with the “dark red soil,” and infused it into the Homo Erectus’ skin so that they would forever have the image and likeness of the Annunaki (p.356). This is the same dark red soil that Sitchin says was later translated to mean Negro. It should then follow that if Black Africans were made in the image and likeness of the Annunuki, then the Annunaki must have been Black themselves.

What gives this away is the fact that Sitchin says near the end of his book that the Annunaki, following a truce between warring brothers Enlil (Demiurge/Jehovah/Yahweh) and Enki (Prometheus/Lucifer/Damballah Wedo)after the Great Flood, appointed Earth’s very first king who functioned as an intermediary between the gods and the rest of humanity. This King whom the Annunaki appointed was “Kish,” who was followed by Nimrod (p.416). However, on page 20 of the same book Sitchin uses the names “Kish” and “Kush” interchangeably. Kush was the name of Nimrod’s father according to the Bible. Kush is also a kingdom that arose in Nubia, which all serious historians agree was inhabited by blue-black Africans. It’s commonly accepted among scientists today that humanity traces its origins to Africa. The Bible confirms this as well. The Bible clearly states that after the “breath of life” was breathed into man he was planted eastward in Eden (Gen. 2:8) or E.din which was an actual city in ancient Sumer. If man was brought to the east, then he must have been coming from the west. Africa, the birthplace of man, is geographically west of E.din. Personally, I don’t take Sitichin’s writings as gospel. However, if YOU do, then I think that it is important for you to get a more accurate perspective than you’ve been getting with respect to Planet X and the Annunaki.

Stay focused on your own personal growth and development. Stop worrying about freemasons, the bilderbergers and jesuit priests. A lot of the stories about them are true, but if we are practicing the occult sciences of our ancestors then there isn’t much the Killuminazi can do to harm us. Would you like to know why? Because WE ARE THE ILLUMINATI and everyone knows that no one can defeat the Illuminati.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

The Story of Sarah Baartman

I consider myself a connoisseur of fine art and there are millions of men—young and old, crippled and able, free and bond—who have dedicated themselves to the rigorous study of fine arts, which in this case, is the Black woman’s body. Were it not a shining example of aesthetic excellence, then Black female sexuality would not be commodified to the extent that it has.

But although the highly gifted women in today’s world of adult entertainment chose their career paths under the principle of free will, we must remember that there was a time when physically gifted Black women with similar figures were forcefully brutalized, demoralized, and exploited for their sexual appeal. This was done for the express purpose of fulfilling the perverse sexual fantasies of highly privileged white men. While those so-called tabloid freaks and pornstars may be cashing-in on the despair of lonely hearts and lustful eyes, the women I am referring to were defenseless victims caught between the blood-stained teeth of a ravenous beast called white supremacy. One woman who falls into this category is the famous Venus Hottentot, better known as Sarah Baartman.

Baartman was born in Cape Town, South Africa in 1789. At the time her country was a colony of Dutch settlers known as ‘Afrikaans’ or ‘Boers’. One day while Baartman was working as a slave on a farm on the Western Cape she was approached by an English surgeon by the name of Alexander Dunlop. Dunlop, who was visiting South Africa on business, took special interest in the South African woman. So much so, that he wanted her to accompany him on his trip back to London.

After Governor Earl of Caledon granted Dunlop permission to take Baartman, 21, she left with him for London in 1810. Baartman probably thought that she had escaped the endless torment of enslavement. Instead, she came to know a more sinister form of exploitation. When Baartman reached London Dunlop threw her into the Piccadilly Circus where she was paraded through England as a sexual freak of nature.

Dunlop renamed Baartman “Venus Hottentot.” Venus was the ancient Roman goddess of love and beauty. Hottentot was a derogatory name that European colonialists gave to members of the Khoisan nation which Baartman originally came from. In a severe case of irony, “Venus” received no love from the English, who marveled at her prominent posterior and large genitals. Described as a “wild animal,” Baartman was routinely thrown in a circus cage half-naked as amused onlookers paid admission fees to partake in her spiritual dismemberment. Dunlop, who cashed-in on these cruel exhibitions, laughed all the way to the bank. The English public saw Baartman as another prime example of Black inferiority.

Baartman was later shipped to Paris, France, where she caught the attention of scientist Georges Cuvier. According to Cuvier, Baartman’s “moves had something that reminded one of the monkey, and her external genitalia recalled those of the orangutan.” After the Parisians got tired of seeing Baartman—who had no way of returning to her South African home thousands of miles away— she was forced to a life of prostitution. Forced to adjust to a hostile culture and an unfavorable new environment, Baartman’s life was a virtual nightmare. Ravaged by the venereal rewards of her trade, Baartman died of syphilis in 1815. She was just 25-years-old.

Within hours of Baartman’s death, French authorities granted Cuvier permission to dissect her body. He removed her buttocks, breasts, and brain, which were placed in bottles and put on display at the Musee de L’Homme in Paris. By the demand of former South African presidents Thabu Mbeki and Nelson Mandela, who is himself a member of the Khoisan, Baartman’s remains were finally returned home in January, 2002.

In a grand ceremony that was highly publicized by the international media, Baartman was buried in her homeland in August of that year. While reflecting on the vile treatment that Baartman was subjected to in 19th century Europe, President Mbeki said in a BBC News article: “It was not the lonely African woman in Europe, alienated from her identity and her motherland who was the barbarian, but those who treated her with barbaric brutality.”

Although white men treated Baartman like the “wild animal” that God never intended for her to be, white females have long envied the dynamic physical proportions of the Black woman. As a matter of fact, the high-heel shoe (especially the stiletto) and the bustle (Victorian Era) were created to give the illusion that they had bumpers that were plumper than they actually were. Even today, several white women are finding ways to defy nature’s will. Some are running to the operating table, while others are buying designer jeans with a “special” cut that play optical illusions on the eyes of unsuspecting men. However, most prefer to practice special exercises to get that nice, full look.

In the July 2003 edition of Self, a health and fitness magazine geared towards white women, there is an article titled “Get the butt you want.” On the left-hand side of the two-page spread that introduces the article is a photo of a dark chocolate honey with a ripe Nubian onion that would bring tears to the eyes of the most hardened thug. The picture is focused almost exclusively on her rump, which is about as tight as a million bucks stuffed into a tiny rubber-band. When you flip to the next page, there is another two-page spread featuring yet another black woman teaching special exercise techniques. These exercises are supposed to bless white women with Angel Luv-like backsides. “Use the moves and the companion best-choices cardio guide for four to six weeks, and we guarantee you’ll be flaunting your bodacious booty or at least loving it a little bit more,” reads the article.

Although the natural allure of Black women continues to be bottled and sold through hip-hop and adult entertainment, today’s Black woman has something that the Sarah Baartman’s of the world never had. She has the power to mold her self-image and control how she is presented to the world. No man, whether he is Black, white, yellow or brown, can portray a Black Woman as a sexual freak of nature unless she willingly grants him permission to do so. This is something that every Black Woman should remember. Not for Sarah Baartman’s sake, but for her own.

The Godz Must Be cRAzy



Ever since 1492, when the Pope and his henchmen ran the Moors out of Spain and established a New World Order fueled by bloodshed and misery, Blacks across the globe have lived a horrific nightmare that far surpasses anything that could have been conjured in the mind of Wes Craven.

We’ve experienced the African Slave Trade; the brutal colonization of our Motherland; the wrath of the Klu Klux Clan and the fierce battles of the Civil Rights Movement. From there we witnessed numerous drug epidemics and the decimating impact they had on our communities. And just when we thought the noose around our necks couldn’t get any tighter we saw the eradication of preventive social programs, the crystallization of public education and the rise of the Prison Industrial Complex. Couple all of this with welfare benefit cards; unemployment; the IMF, persistent global genocide and you have a blinding stream of imagery that can leave even the most optimistic of us depressed.

Many of us cringe at the mere mention of these subjects. We’ve become so wary from battle fatigue that we would like to forget about The Struggle. “Don’t come to me talking that Black shit. All of that shit happened a long time ago. That don’t got nothing to do with me. I’m moving on with my future and living for today,” is often the response whenever this subject of our oppression is raised.

For those of you who want to move on with the future I say “wonderful, good for you!” There is no power to be gained by bitterly holding on to the pain and suffering of the past. We can no longer afford to walk the beaten path of empty hate speech cloaked in quasi nationalist rhetoric. It is only emotive masturbation for the bruised and battered ego. Most so-called Black leaders keep our minds focused on the effects of our condition, yet they refuse to—or are simply incapable of—showing us the real cause of our current predicament. Only with the key of metaphysical perception can we unlock the door of history which has lead us to our present day, to this very moment.

The more you learn about your past, the more you will be personally empowered. White men were more empowered than any other group on the planet and they reinforced their power by making sure that their history and culture was the most studied, the respected, and most celebrated. Navigating your way through life without knowing your history is like trying to figure out the plot to a movie with an intricate story line after you’ve arrived at the theater an hour too late. In such a scenario nothing on the big screen is quite what it appears to be. The script coming to life before your eyes has so many layers, but you fail to see them because you don’t have enough background information pertaining to the story to actually process what you’re seeing. The more you know about your past, the better you understand the present, and the future becomes your personal DVD to study over and over again.

When speaking of the pathologies exhibited by African Americans as well as Blacks from the Caribbean, Dr. Joy Leary makes reference to a mental illness which she calls “Post Traumatic Slave Syndrome.” Leary argues that many of our self-destructive tendencies and cultural values as a people today are a direct result of institutionalized enslavement. However, after observing my own pathologies, as well as those of other Blacks across the globe for the past 26,000 years, I have come up with a more accurate diagnosis for the form of psychosis that plagues us today. It is my opinion that Black men suffer from “Post God Trauma Syndrome” while Black women suffer from “Post Goddess Trauma Syndrome.” The reason I say this is because our sickness does not begin with slavery as Leary suggests. Our enslavement and perpetual oppression is merely a byproduct of our traumatic fall from godhood. It’s a process that occurred gradually over the course of several thousand years. In other words, Black people are not sick in the head because of enslavement and colonialism. Those conditions are merely symptoms of our decline, not the cause.

Most people believe that I am delusional for proclaiming our divinity in light of our present day condition. But to say that the Black man is a human and not a god is like saying that a whale is a big fish. A whale is not a fish. It is a mammal that may appear to be a fish to those who make judgments based on surface perceptions. Likewise, the Black man is not a human, but a god with a severe case of amnesia. This amnesia has literally been caused by the atrophy of his brain which allows him access to his mind. For those brothers out there in denial who doubt that something is wrong with the Black man’s brain, just ask any sane Black woman and she will gladly tell you otherwise.

The Black race fell from grace because our ancestors, who were gods, got bored with their own perfection. Perfection is a form of self-containment and anything that is self-contained cannot grow beyond the boundaries set around it. When being a god and a goddess comes so easy then there is nothing to strive for and ambition becomes an alien concept. Since our ancestors had already reached the threshold for god potential, they became lazy, complacent, sloppy and decadent. Our ancient priests and shamans let this happen, because they knew that the entire race had to undergo a mass initiation before our souls could accumulate the escape velocity necessary to leave the Demiurge’s playpen behind. Some of this is discussed in the Bible (Deuteronomy 28:15-68) and the Corpus Hermeticum (Body of Hermes/Thoth/Tehuti), an ancient Egyptian book translated by the Greeks during the Ptolemaic dynasty.

We had to regress to our lowest level before reclaiming our divinity all over again. This is where the ancient Egyptian myth of the Bennu bird comes from. It is our story told through allegory. “If what you’re saying is true, then the gods must be crazy for allowing themselves to descend to this level,” a friend of mine said during a discussion about what’s going on in the Darfur region of the Sudan. His sentiments reflect how I also feel when I think about some of the bullshit we have to go through, both on an individual level, and as a race. However I realize, even if only intellectually, that this attitude reveals how far we have fallen from godhood. We no longer want to challenge ourselves for the sake of a challenge. Corporeal life is just a game and our ancestors were the best players.

When Michael Jordan returned to the NBA in March of 1995, he hadn’t played basketball on a professional level in almost two years. To say that he was rusty would be an understatement. However, he was inspired to return to the hardwood because he wanted to find out if he really was the “God in basketball shoes,” that Larry Bird and the rest of the world said he was. The best way for him to prove this to HIMSELF was to fall into mediocrity, overcome it, and regain his spot as the most dominant player in the game for the second time around. Jordan struggled miserably upon his return. He seemed to be a shadow of his former self; a mere mortal. Yet Jordan continued to believe in himself and ultimately regained his godly form as the most dominate player in the NBA. I’m sure the ordeal wasn’t easy for Jordan. It took tremendous focus and dedication on his part to meet the challenge. However he eagerly embraced it because although he had already accomplished so much in his career, he needed a test that would confirm that his past greatness was not a fluke. He needed to know beyond a shadow of doubt, that he was indeed the god of the hardwood. It’s the same theme playing itself out when you look at the history of the Black race over the last 26,000 years.

We are the mothers and fathers of religion, art, math and science. We had already built dozens of pyramids made of brick and mortar. The time had finally come for us to build pyramids of the soul. Now, after 26,000 years the time has finally come for our genetic ascension toward godhood. We’re gradually tapping into the akashic records in our DNA to remember that we are not humans, but gods. Your DNA is the genetic blueprint that determines your physical appearance as well as your capabilities for both mental and spiritually expressesion. If you’ve studied biology then you know that 90 percent of human DNA has been called “junk DNA” by biologists. The reason it is called junk DNA is because it is dormant and these scientists are clueless as to what purpose it serves. This “junk DNA” is actually your “god DNA” and it’s about to be reactivated. When this happens you won’t even be recognizable to the other races of Earth.

When our ancestors were gods they didn’t even have dark brown skin as most of us do today. Originally we were jet black, like an obsidian stone, with an indigo tint when the sun shone on our faces. This was right after we descended into physical bodies.Then at a critical point before The Fall our skin was green and we obtained all of our nourishment through photosynthesis. According to Hebrew mythology the angel Lucifer wore a green gem stone in his crown called “lapis exilis.” The archangel Michael (or Mica-El, “Mica” is a mineral that reflects light, thus possessing the direct opposite trait of Lucifer who absorbs light) was metaphorically speaking, a military general for the Demiurge. Michael struck the jewel from Lucifer’s crown with his flaming sword during the Great War in Heaven which served as the exclamation point in his fall from grace. The loss of Lucifer’s gem stone symbolizes the loss of our green pigment. As we fell from grace we became vegans and started smoking marijuana and other natural botanicals to try to compensate for what we had lost in innate consciousness. As we fell lower and lower on the scale of SOUL-AR intelligence we began consuming meat. When we started to eat meat and salt we lost our ability to fly and astral project to any region of the cosmos at will. We developed spoken languages because we forgot how to communicate telepathically.

For the most part, the only people who communicate telepathically on any level, with any consistency, today, are those couples who are truly in love. This implies that the love and sense of connectedness we now enjoy with our mates, we once had for everyone and everything in our immediate environment. We have become so callous and hardened by life and its disappointments that most of us couldn’t fathom a love of this magnitude.

According to the ancient Mayans, who inherited their calendar from their Black Olmec predecessors, the history of Mankind will end after December 21, 2012. New Age sensationalists who are out to sell books say that on this date the world is going to end, which is really just New Age propaganda. What’s actually going to happen is that those of us walking the path of enlightenment are going to begin a process of transformation that will return us to our original godlike state. If you are not able to raise your spiritual vibration over the next few years you will not even be able to live on this planet. The Earth Mother is accelerating her vibration so that she can ascend to a higher plane of existence. The intense heat we will experience in the coming summers won’t just be coming from the sun. It’s freezing cold in outer space, so why will it be so hot? Most of that heat will be coming from the Earth. Mother Earth is angry about all of the war, violence and corruption going on in the world today. Those of us who do not wish to romp around in the Demiurges’ playpen will eventually be making the transition with her.

If you are not spiritually prepared for this paradigm shift, you will have to live out the remainder of your life on a planet that resonates with your own weak vibration. Most who fit this description will inhabit one of the planets surrounding Mintaka, which is a star in Orion’s belt. The ancient Egyptians called this star system “Sahu.” The Mayans prophesized that the last 520 years of human history will be a Dark Age of untold horror. Quite interestingly, this Dark Age began in 1492—the same year that the Moors lost control of Spain and Christopher Come-Bust-Us reached the Americas using the maps he stole from them. Much of our trouble intensified after the defeat of the Moors in Europe (the slave trade etc.). Still, the phoenix will spread its mended wings and rise from the ashes glowing with power and glory. Our immediate future is literally written in the stars.

On Space.com, an astronomy news website, it was reported in an article entitled “Cosmic DNA: Double Helix Spotted in Space” that magnetic forces at the center of our galaxy had twisted a cluster of stars into a double helix, which resembles the structure of your DNA. Astronomers say that the best source for this kind of magnetism comes from the Black Hole at the center of our Milky Way Galaxy. This phenomenon provides us with a major clue as to how we can quicken the reactivation of our god DNA going into 2012. The Black man’s urethra is his “milky way” since it is the pathway his semen passes when he has sex with his Black woman. When intense penile friction is applied to her “black hole” this will augment her bio-magnetism which will then facilitate the conception of a child with the “god DNA” intact . If you’re part of a loving Black couple with means who wants to bring the old gods back, make a Black baby tonight. When it’s born, give it a name fit for a god or goddess.