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Saturday, December 24, 2011

Kicks & Bullshit: Youth in a Hollow Daze over Bizarro Ausaro Sneaker






People are often admonished not to step into a great man's shoes. Based on recent news headlines, it seems that many have resigned themselves to step into Michael Jordan's instead. 

There are reports of violence and arrests as sneaker fiends scurry around to cop Jordan's Retro XI kicks for the Hollow Daze. Unbeknownst to many, Nike was a marginal sneaker brand before the former Chicago Bull star propelled it to nationwide popularity on the "heels" of his endorsement deal in 1984. The more popular brands in the United States up until then were Adidas and Puma.


It's worth noting that "Nike" is the Greek goddess of war, and her name  means "Victory." On the Kabbalistic Tree of Life, Netzach occupies the seventh sephirah, and in Hebrew, the word Netzach means "Victory." This Kabbalistic sphere  encompasses the world of imagination. 


The Nike sneaker brand has distinguished itself from others over the last two  decades through the imagination incorporated into its unique designs. Meanwhile, the Archangel Michael captured the imagination of the basketball world by flying from hoop to hoop in arenas across the United States of America.


As Jordan's feet were were literally planted in victory (Nikes), he managed to win six NBA championships. Right above Netzach on the Tree of Life is Tiphareth, which is the sixth sphere. The colors associated with this sphere are red and white, which are the colors that the Archangel Michael wore as a member of the Chi Ka Go Bulls.




It is the "Chi" energy that you accumulate over the course of time that gives your "Ka" (soul) the impetus to "Go" and embark on a journey through the Sephirahs on the Tree of Life until you reach the highest sphere known as Kether. 


In Hebrew the word Kether means "Crown." A crown is worn by a king who is conceptually the personification of the Ausarian principle on earth. The Kemetic god Ausar is synonymous with the "Bull" of Apis. December 25th signals the god's resurrection from the underworld which he rules as a Black African king.


As many people already know, the Christmas (Christ's Mass) holiday is a modern adaptation of an early European holiday, which is itself, a perverse derivative of ancient Black culture. The Christmas tree is the tree of life, which is referenced by several high cultures of the old world. The  balls that the tree is decorated with represent the sephirahs and the star at the top signifies Ausar/Kether/Metatron.


A true Chi Ka Go Bull is a "Rose" that grows from concrete. It is the individual who rises from obscurity and hardship to accomplish a mission that is seemingly impossible, which in this context, is assuming the throne and wearing the crown of Ausar. 


Unfortunately, many of the people who are going beyond their financial means to purchase basketball sneakers endorsed by the Archangel Michael fail to realize that they are slam dunking themselves in the process. Instead of appeasing the Apis within themselves, they seek to boost their self image by inflating the ego of the Bizarro Ausar of the hardwood.


They already posses the inner light that they are so desperate to find in a pair of sneakers. They are  light bearers who fail to understand that the Archangel Michael doesn't care about them. If he did, he would make his sneakers more affordable to the people who admire him the most.


Let us not forget that it  was the Archangel Michael who initiated the original light bearer's downfall during the great war in heaven. However heaven is, among other things, a state of mind, and the mind is where the war is being waged against us on a daily basis. Your mind is a gift. Keep your gift wrapped tight. Hapi Resurrection Day!!!                 


Saturday, November 26, 2011

Intelligent Design: Ancient African Art & Spirituality merges with Modern Fashion




For many people, fashion isn’t just a customary approach to dress. It’s a living art form that allows one to visually articulate who they are. The only limitations that can be placed upon this creative mode of expression exist solely in the human mind. If the sky is truly the limit, then a fashion designer with vision is one who has a mind conceived beyond the restrictions of our earth’s atmosphere.

Louis Narcisse, 39, has all of the makings of one such individual. Eight years ago Narcisse launched Pharaonicorp, a men and women’s clothing line inspired by the artwork of the Nile Valley’s ancient civilizations. “I find the art and architecture of Kemet very regal and inspiring,” says the Haitian A-Moor-ican by way of Flatbush, Brooklyn during a recent interview with Mind Glow Media. “For me, just knowing that it was one of many African cultures that helped to civilize and teach the world makes me proud to be a part of it and represent the African Diaspora.”

While many designers resign themselves to simply crafting the hottest clothing, Narcisse is busy tailoring his dream, which is your imminent return to greatness.

When did you initially realize that you had a strong appreciation for fashion?


Well, from a very young age, I would say. My mom always had a great sense of style and always instilled in my siblings and I that one should always be presentable and mindful of their appearances because it’s how the world judges you. How you dress should be a reflection of the pride you have in yourself. It stuck with me when I started working in my teen years. I remember my mom getting upset that I spent most of my money on clothes and shoes, but she made me that way (laughs).

Why is fashion important to you?

Fashion is important to me because it’s how we define ourselves as individuals, groups and alliances! I’m an artist who has used his talents, personal style, and interests to combine them all into my business, which is Pharaonic Brand Designs. I don’t know if people realize the power fashion has on a global scale, but being in the industry, I see it through a different set of eyes I guess.

Pharaonicorp’s universal selling point is that it inspires its patrons to “Get Back to Greatness.” There were many ancient cultures that can encourage people to do that. What made you decide to incorporate ancient Kemetic (Egyptian) iconography in particular as your personal reference point for that greatness?


I’ve always had a calling to Kemet and many other ancient cultures. I guess it comes out of a sense of curiosity and a genuine feeling of intrigue as to how our ancestors achieved so many feats of greatness. It takes a high level of intellect and understanding of universal laws and sciences to achieve most of what many cultures of Africa have done.


How were you first introduced to the ancient history and culture of the Nile Valley?

I was drawn to it from a very early age, around 3-years-old, to be more exact. That’s around the same time that I started displaying my artistic abilities. I used to draw triangles on blank paper that my mother used to bring home. She used to take us to museums, where I would see all of the ancient artifacts and artwork. From then on, I was fascinated with African culture, especially that of Nubia and Kemet. But I’m amazed by all of the great civilizations throughout the continent and I’ve done my best to learn more about them.

I understand that you recently left your day job with the intention of pursuing your business full time. Was it a difficult decision for you to make? What challenges did you face?

Yes it was, especially with the uncertainty of today’s economy. The corporation I left, I was there for 12 years and a lot of my co-workers grew into family. This industry is changing, and I felt that I learned enough to go out into the world and see what it has in store for me. I believe in what I’m doing and have a great support system of family, friends, and customers who have helped me to realize that it’s now or never! It’s a leap of faith that anyone should take when they are passionate about something.


But as far as the challenges go, you have time management, because before when I was in the corporate world I worked five days a week from nine until whenever. I knew I would be in the office doing what I was paid to do, but now, although free of corporate bondage, I still have to keep that discipline and be sure not to waste precious time and energy. As they say, time is money. Only now, it’s my money and not a corporation’s money being wasted if I don’t use my time wisely.


Also, balancing between family, friends and the business is not easy. I know that opportunity waits for no one, so I make myself accessible whenever opportunities arise. It took some time for family and friends to understand that. I take a time out from it whenever I can, but I know that the sooner my business has legs to stand on it’s own I can devote time to my family and friends. That’s why I Grind for Greatness! I’ve spent many years building Pharaonicorp and Pharaonic Brand Design, so I am mindful of who I collaborate with and make sure that it does not conflict with the message the brand is conveying.


Are you pursuing this business endeavor on your own, or do you have other business partners?

Brother, I started this venture in 2003 and just until this year, I did everything myself. I got to the point where the brand’s reputation and popularity was growing and could not do it all myself, so I called on two good college friends, Ira Davidson and Monique Siders. I had to recruit the help of people who I knew could get the job done, and since I already know and trust them, there were no “walls” to break down. Ira handles Pharaonic Brand public relations, while Monique is the brand’s technical designer and production sourcing coordinator. Now that Team Greatness is in place, it’s easier to build on new ideas and have different perspectives on current and future endeavors. I am looking forward to the company’s growth with the help of my friends.

What is the best piece of business advice that you have ever received?

Hmmm… I’ve received so much useful business advice. The one that always seems prevalent is “Never give up and when success finds you, never forget who you are.”


How would you describe the response that Pharaonicorp has received?

For what started out as a sketch on a post-it note, to what it is now, overwhelms me even today. I think one of the most gratifying moments is when I get a message from a customer or supporter thanking me for what I do because my designs have helped them empower themselves to get through some of life’s difficult moments. The fact that Pharaonic Brand Designs touches people on an emotional level is worth more than all of the gold in the world.


There is someone out there reading this article who has an incredible talent, but they are afraid to apply it and face the uncertainty of going into business for themselves. What advice would you give them?


I would say have no fear, because we are all destined for greatness! That is what Getting Back to Greatness is all about. Do all that you can to make your dreams a reality. There is a wealth of knowledge right at your fingertips. Research what it is you want to do, take classes, inquire about apprenticeships or internships. Also, you may be as self reliant as I am, but you will still need a strong support system behind you. It makes the journey not so lonely.


Are there any new campaigns on the horizon for Pharaonicorp?

We have so much in store in the coming months and have been pacing ourselves so that we can time and calculate every move that we make. Now that I have a team in place, for the last several months we have been working on the back end of the business and making sure that we will be here for a very long time.

I have some design collaborations I have been negotiating, as well as some new Pharaonic Brand collections we will be introducing for next year. Our focus is on expansion and global recognition. By 2012 I want greatness to be on everyone’s mind as well as on their bodies (laughs).

I just want to thank the creator and all of my ancestors who guide my hand and thoughts. Thank you to all of my friends, family and all of those who have supported Pharaonic Brand over the years. I appreciate you all for believing in what we do.







Sunday, November 20, 2011

The God Down Below: A Conversation with Chaos



The odor was something like athlete’s foot and stale pork roasted in hellfire and brimstone. A gruesome scene from Dante’s Inferno had leapt off its tattered page and come to life at 1952 Newton Lane. Andrew Noble recognized that he needed to stop eating hamburgers and French fries during his lunch breaks. He tried to convince himself that he could kick the habit if he really wanted to. However, that mouth-watering aroma contrived by fast food scientists wearing white lab coats had called him once, many years ago, and never forgot his name.


At $7.96, Noble’s so-called “value meal” was pretty cheap. But when he dropped his stool, he played the fool, as his nose paid the ultimate price. The beautiful bathroom that Noble’s wife Margaret had designed was transformed into an awful mazmorra, not unlike the ones that Moroccan emperor Muley Ishmael had built to stash his terrified Albion slaves. The foul stench was hell on earth, and the worst part was that Noble hadn’t even dropped his seven-pound abomination of desolation. After 18 minutes of excruciating pain, Noble dropped it like it’s hot as though he had just hopped on a remix with Snoop Dogg and Pharrell. 5…4…3…2…1. Plooop!!!


Noble hated when the toilet water splashed against his ass every time he took a shit. But he’s so brain-dead and lethargic from the toxic meals that he eats that he can’t muster the will to even dodge Poseidon’s wrath. When you eat seven pounds of Het Heru a day, taking a shit becomes a question for which the water in your toilet will always have a wet reply.


Noble wiped his muddy behind then slammed the toilet lid shut, sprayed some air freshener, opened the window, then proceeded to make his way out of the bathroom. As soon as he had one foot out the door, he heard a voice that boomed “WASH YOUR HANDS MOTHER FUCKER!!!” The voice seemed to appear out of nowhere like a bushel of seedless grapes.


Noble jumped, as he was taken off guard. He knew it came from the bathroom so he went back in and started looking around. He looked at the open window and remembered that he had opened it to air out the filthy slave dungeon that his rapacious appetite had created. Perhaps there was a wheelchair-bound man from another house with a voice like Destro’s from the G.I. Joe cartoon staring at him with binoculars while he was taking a shit. “I SAID WASH YOU HANDS, YOU FLITHY BITCH!!! I COMMAND THEE, SO LET IT BE!!!”

Noble realized that the voice that he heard was coming from the toilet which he forgot to flush. He opened the lid, and to his own surprise, he saw the blackest face that he had ever seen in his life outlined in neon green ectoplasm mean-mugging him from the toilet bowl. It had cherry-red eyes, which served as a nauseating reminder of the two vanilla shakes with the cherries on top that he sipped earlier in the afternoon. The monster’s teeth were potato wedges which seemed to be sharpened to perfection.


“What the fuck!!!” Noble exclaimed before reaching for the plunger in a desperate effort to pummel the crusty Black face that was cursing at him from the toilet bowl. The face just laughed and mocked Noble’s failed effort to get rid of him. “WHO DO YOU MISTAKE ME FOR PUNY MORTAL, ABNER LOUIMA? YOU DON’T REALLY BELIEVE THAT YOUR PRIMITIVE WEAPON CAN HARM ME, DO YOU?” it bellowed. “Jesus Christ!!! Margaret, I think we’re gonna need a new toilet!!!” Noble cried, but his wife could not hear him. The volume was too high.


Margaret was bumping “Umm Hmm,” by Erykah Badu as she sang into her curling iron in front of the couple’s bedroom mirror. Margaret was wearing nothing but a silk teal bathrobe with hot-pink bunny slippers. Singing her favorite R&B songs while she stood in front of the large mirror on her bureau made Margaret’s nipples hard and her vagina hot and moist. She didn’t have the “perfect” body, but she felt so beautiful and secure in her womanhood. Margaret would stand in front of her mirror while imagining herself performing in front of jam-packed stadiums across the globe as attentive fans stood entranced by her natural elegance as they sang along with her every word.


Margaret is a taut tandoori beauty who walks with a zesty Adobo flow. Fresh thyme, parsley, and curry powder seem to color her spicy ways. As a hard-working corporate executive, and 38-year-old mother of four children, Margaret was proud of her physical appearance—stretch marks and all—and so was her husband, who was having a tough time in the bathroom. Noble started to hyperventilate before he could muster enough composure to ask the angry Black face who he was.


“Who am I? Hahahahaha!!! If Ausar is the eye above the throne, then I am surely the darkness down below. I am the god of anarchy and revolt who stands at the forefront of every bowel movement. I relieve men of their bonds, like conniving crooks on Wall Street. Humanity’s ass is my avenue. I occupy all streets. Those who fear me, follow me!!! Those who oppose me, die!!! I am the chaos bringer, the coffin filler—the primordial herald of doom!!! I receive libations at Kom Ombo, and burnt offerings at Kartoum. I'm the shit!!! Lord Sutekh!!! Not the doodoo you know as Heru!!!”

Noble was dumfounded. After years of eating greasy fast food he actually shat the Kemetic god Set-Typhoon who was cursing at him from the inside of his toilet bowl. Noble recalled his college days when he was into the whole Afrocentric movement, and would read books on ancient African religion and mythology. But there he was, far removed from the days of his youth.


Noble went from being a Black separatist rebel who wrote poems about Black love and nationalism at the University of California at Berkley, to an assimilated Pulitzer-prize winning journalist and author who was happily integrated into white society. Talking to the god Set frightened the shit out of Noble, but it also made him realize how far removed he was from the young man he used to be.


Noble was a homeowner with a high paying job and a beautiful wife and kids. By most people’s standards, he was a tremendous success. Still there were moments, like when he was the only Black man at an all-white fundraising dinner, when Noble wished that he could let that young radical loose and “bang on the crackers,” as he used to say as a teen. However, Noble couldn’t do it—and that’s not to say that he ever did—because when it came to harming white folks, he was all talk and no action. Noble was psychologically divorced from his youth, not necessarily because he wanted to be, but because he just didn’t know who that young man was anymore.


To Noble, that kid was just a caricature from his angry, misery-laden past. As a college student, Noble would preach to anyone who would listen to him about the evils of Crazy Horse malt liquor and its adverse effects on the Black man’s reproductive system. Yet there he was, several years later, celebrating Thanksgiving, a holiday that commemorates the unscrupulous slaughter of Native American heroes like the cheap liquor’s namesake. Noble had fully assimilated into white society, nevertheless, he always felt like a sitting bull in a room full of eager matadors. Money isn’t a mood-changer; it’s an opiate that induces amnesia. Noble was a traveling man who had forgotten his way on his path to Orion's gate.


The god Set-Typhoon was committed to helping Noble to find his inner darkness so that he could discover his inner light. Every man is a Light Bearer. However, he must seek the treasures of darkness if wishes to unearth the precious gold, emeralds, and rubies that lie buried deep within his “chest.” After spending an hour getting better acquainted with the purported Nemesis of the Nile, the Pulitzer prize-winning editor knocked back ice-cold bottles of brass as the seconds on his digital tape recorder walked unmolested through the corridors of time. Noble managed to capture most of his Q&A with the god Set. What follows is a poignant, eye-opening dialogue concerning man, God and civilization.


TO BE CONTINUED…







Thursday, November 3, 2011

Janet Jackson: The Emerald Goddess of Arabia?



Janet Jackson is on the cover of the new Harper’s Bazaar. Interestingly, it’s the Arabian version of the fashion magazine. In a few of my blogs, most notably The Secret Herstory of Islam, I’ve pointed out that the ancient Arabian goddess Al Uzza is associated with the color green, just as Venus, Ishtar, Heru Het, and Oshun, who all embody the Pleasure Principle.

Green is also the official color of Islam, which has roots in goddess worship. The cresent moon is seen at the top of the dome of mosques across the globe, while Janet's world famous brother is known for his “moon” walk.

The Jackson family is from the state of Indiana, where members of the Black Ben Ishmael clan settled during the 18th century. The Ishmael clain had a reputation for being great dancers and musicians. Perhaps I’m just crazy and these are all coincidences. Maybe, maybe not. I’ll leave it to you to decide.

According to the Bible, Ishamel who was a son of Abraham, was the grand patriarch of the Arab nations. One of Janet’s biggest hits was “Rhythm Nation.” Maybe…just maybe…The Holy K.O.R.A.N is a book containing Knowledge ORHYTHM Astronomy and NATIONhood. Al Uzza weighs a ton.



Thursday, October 20, 2011

Gaddafi Bodied in Occupy Africa Bid: The Metaphysics of A Murder




Some people believe in coincidences, and so do I, in some instances. Nevertheless, for the most part, I think that the world in which we live has always been shaped by men and women who posses a practical understanding of metaphysical principles. For some of these individuals, this understanding is the product of inspiration, while for others it is comes from perspiration.


Whether it is through persistent study, or natural insight, an individual who can consistently apply their understanding of metaphysics to achieve a tangible goal in the temporal world is nothing less than an artist. In this blog I wanted to take the time to briefly examine how the application of metaphysical knowledge was intentionally used to aid in the demise of Libyan leader, Muammar Gaddafi.


Today the LibYAn leader was ritualistically murdered in the zodiac sign of LibRA. In Hebrew, the word YARA may have different meanings depending on the context in which it is used. It is sometimes used as a reference to the etheric energy that emanates from individuals who have been forced to submit to a perceivably stronger power than they.


With Gaddafi’s murder, the U.S. is definitely sending a clear message to African leaders and their people who do not cable toe the line of Western hegemony in Africa. At the end of the day, their efforts are futile. For the U.S. it’s all about the induction of fear, but you cannot deny the divinity of a people who originally exposed the world to all that is divine. In attempting to do so, you eventually force them to reawaken that divinity which proves to be your undoing.


However, when we take a close look at the Gaddafi ritual, we find some interesting facts that call out to us for observation. For instance, Libra is the 7th house of the zodiac, and if you add up the numbers in today’s date (10/20/2011) you get number 7. Gaddafi’s murder came 7 months after the Libyan uprisings fomented by U.S. intelligence. So, what we have here are three sevens (777). The number, “777” has a very significant meaning when placed in the context of Judeo-Christian mythology.


When the angel Lucifer fell from heaven to earth, his descent was followed by three lighting bolts that resembled the number “777.” Lucifer is usually associated with the planet Venus, which is known as “The Morning Star.” The color sacred to the goddess Venus is green. It is also said that during the war in heaven the Archangel Michael cut a green jewel (Lapis Exillis) from Lucifer’s crown which ultimately sealed his fate.


 Gaddafi’s initial claim to fame was his famous Green Book, which outlines his political philosophy. Gaddafi was also famous for his personal female bodyguards who wore high heels while brandishing machine guns. The Arabian deity Al Uzza was a goddess of beauty and war. I talk about her in more detail in my blog The Secret Herstory of Islam. Like Venus, Al Uzza’s sacred color is green. Venus is also the goddess of material wealth and prosperity. Gaddafi was the financial benefactor to several Sub-Saharan nations in Africa. He also gave Nation of Islam leader Min. Louis Farrakhan millions of dollars back in the 1990s.


Interestingly, Gaddafi was murdered on the birthday of Calvin Broadus, who is more internationally known as Snoop Dogg. Snoop Dogg is the embodiment of the Anpu/Anubis archetype. He even looks like a Doberman. On his album Paid the Cost to be the Boss he has a song entitled “Da Bo$$ Would Like to See You.” The boss that Snoop is referring to is Ausar. Near the beginning of the song he even says that he’s “Hieroglyphically speaking” (0:23 seconds in). And this is not to say that Snoop even knows who Ausar is, and then again maybe he does. It really doesn’t matter, because you are who you are, whether you’re conscious of it or not.


Snoop Dogg was the rap star who initially introduced millions of hip hop fans to Death Row Records. Anpu introduces disincarnated souls to the realm of the dead, which is exactly where Gaddafi went today.

As I’ve stated in the Lucifer Experiment series, the Lucifer myth is really about the Black man and woman’s vibratory descent into the flesh, and Gaddafi’s murder was a ritualistic reenactment of The Fall because he was an African head of state and Africa is where Lucifer landed when he fell from the ethers. Libya’s flag is even red, black and green, which are the very same colors in the Black Nationalist flag.

By no means am I championing Gaddafi as some kind of martyr for the cause of Black self-determination. However, I do think that his murder carries a strong symbolic significance in terms of the time that it was carried out. While people debate about the distraction known as Occupy Wall Street, the United States and China are in a race against time to Occupy Africa.






Saturday, August 27, 2011

Hello Kitty: The Amazing Power of the Pussy


                                         
If you’re a guy who has been called a pussy at some point in your life, the experience was probably like having your eyelids cut off before having drops of cheap orange juice splashing against the window to your soul. It hurts. It really does. This is because more often than not, you were acting like a pussycat. However, I’ve long regarded myself a rebel, of sorts, who questions social norms.


For instance, why does Western culture associate a lack of strength and vitality in a man, with the pussycat, which is actually one of the few things—besides money—powerful enough to motivate most men’s actions? Just think about it. All over the world men of all races, religions, and creeds pursue years of education with the hope that it will land them a successful career which will enable them to afford the finest homes, clothes and cars that money can buy.


For many of these men, however, the aforementioned items are only a means to an end, and that end usually involves running through some prime-choice Power-U. This simple yet accurate observation reveals an interesting paradox pertaining to the true nature of the pussy. The pussycat, ever synonymous with inadequacy and sheer weakness, is actually one of the most powerful entities in our known universe. Were this not the case, there wouldn’t be a pornography industry that generates at least $10 billion dollars a year in the United States alone.


Both history and mythology tell the tales of great and powerful men who were brought to their knees by the moist and tender clutch of the pussycat. The number of those who have submitted to its grip is only second to the number of those who have submitted to the unwavering will of Allah. Even then, it can be argued, that a significant portion of Allah’s converts were persuaded to accept his prophet through the promise of 72 kitties in Paradise.


My chief aim in writing this is to dispel the myth about our furry little friend. I shall accomplish this feat by sharing some amazing facts about the beneficent….the merciful….the great, almighty Vajayjay. Most pussycats love to get wet, but unlike dogs, they actually clean themselves. And while they appear soft and tender to the naked eye, most pussycats are stronger than they look.


The inner-lining of the pussycat, for example, is itself a dense muscle which enables it to go through as much as 18 hours of labor and come out of it alive. While the average pussycat is only 3-4 inches deep (about the length of your middle finger), a woman’s love for her man, enables her to expand its depth to accommodate the length of his penis. Now that’s kindness, and kindness is strength. The people who take it for granted are actually the ones who are weak. I know a toothless kitty that can hold a 40 ounce bottle of Colt 45 between her lips while her owner is standing with her legs agape. The Law of Gravity is her bitch. And like a stale box of Chips Ahoy!, that pussy’s one tough cookie.


Both men and women should seriously consider using another word besides “vagina”  to identify a woman's Fire Flower. When the word “vagina” was originally introduced during the 17th century it was actually the Latin name for the sheath that knights used to carry their swords. When you consider the fact that a sword is a killing instrument, the word “vagina” is not an appropriate one to use for an organ that brings forth life.


Back in college, when I wrote for the school paper, I conversed with a campus technician who told me about a pussycat named Strawberry that could make doggie milk bones disappear in the blink of an eye. 1989 was the number, another summer, my man was vibing to Chuck D and the sound of his funky drummer. Spike Lee’s Do The Right Thing was the top flick at the box office, and this guy had a lady friend named Maria who looked like Prince’s ex-girlfriend Vanity, from the girl-group, Vanity 6.





One day he and about four other male friends gathered at this Nasty Girl’s Inwood, Manhattan apartment to feed her pussycat, Strawberry, some dry milk bones for Din-Din. Nothing could withstand that little pussy’s voracious appetite. Strawberry swallowed one bone after another and never blinked twice. The technician and his boys tried to “Fight the Power” like Public Enemy but they all ended up crying “Don’t Be Cruel” like Bobby Brown.


Pussies are pretty strong. They can take a good beating too, but if you give them a couple of days to heal, then they’re just as good as new. So the next time a guy calls you a pussy cat, just swallow your pride like Strawberry swallowed those milk bones. Keep your mouth shut. Walk away. Take it like a man. Better yet, take it like the pussy cat that you already know that you are. Always remember that pussies are extremely powerful and they’re the cat’s meow.



Sunday, August 21, 2011

The Matrix II: The Abduction and Manipulation of Humans Using Advanced Technology



Are you obsessed with the idea of meeting extraterrestrials? If so, it may very well be the externalization of your desire to come face-to-face with the hidden you, which is the real extraterrestrial within. If you’re looking forward to an impending invasion on the behalf of the Orion empire, then you may have a better idea why, now. Interdimensional portals are opening up in your mind, enabling you to interface with forgotten remnants of the lost and forbidden you.

I don’t discount the existence of extraterrestrial intelligences. After all, true intelligence originates from the universal mind, which is not confined to our galaxy, much less our planet. This mind is a stratified, all-encompassing energy that helps to facilitate the birth of higher awareness. This energy has origins outside of Earth’s atmosphere, but filters through it, nevertheless.

The Matrix II: The Abduction and Manipulation of Humans Using Advanced Technology, which you can download here for free by clicking the link at the bottom of this post, is full of all kinds of information on extraterrestrials who allegedly populate our solar system. With the exception of the reptilians, I don’t know whether or not most of these aliens and their technology are real, or if they’re the product of Valdamar Valerian’s imagination.

One thing that I do know, however, is that if you have a strong imagination, and you’re interested in writing movie scripts, you can use books like these as creative inspiration for a thoughtful sci-fi thriller. One of the best ways to combat Theater Sorcery is through Theater Magic.


In case you haven’t read any of my other posts, I think that all of this talk about “The Reptilians” as David Icke and others present it is just New Age propaganda. The only true extraterrestrial reptilians are those original Star Seeds who can magnify their serpentine fire (kundalini energy) through creative and artistic endeavors which include, but are not limited to, sexual intercourse.

Who knows how long this link will be up. If the whole idea of extraterrestrials, as it is presented by the larger New Age community, interests you, then you might want to read this book while you still can. Peace.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

The Meta-Herstory of Ma'atematics: 'Lunacy' or Falsehood? (Pt. 4 of 4)



In addition to being the first mathematicians, there is substantial evidence that women were the first scientists as well. They prepared the earliest cooked meals, which has to make them the first chemists. The very word “chemistry” comes from the Arabic word “Al-Chemy” which comes from the name “Kemet” which means “The Black land.” You can pretty much say that Kemet was the land of the Black Sciences which some might call “Black Magic”—which in this context—is simply the magic of Black people.


Go through the cupboards of any woman who truly knows how to cook and marvel at the wide array of herbs and spices that she has at her disposal. What is even more impressive about this woman is the fact that she instinctively knows when, and when not, to use them. Cooking is a high science that is severely overlooked by the “modern” woman who turns her nose up at the science once mastered by her ancient foremothers. As a man who enjoys a nice hot plate, I appreciate the science of cooking very much, which is why I’ve been practicing the craft since I was 13-years-old.


From a practical standpoint, cooking your own food is far more cost effective than patronizing a chef, and it’s often healthier, too. Preparing a good meal sharpens your integrative thinking skills and increases your creativity. I think that every man and woman should take the time to learn and practice the culinary sciences whenever they can.


Also, it’s worth pointing out that although science is grounded in logic, a vivid imagination is what distinguishes a great scientist from a simple technician who is well-versed in the scientific method. There are many great science professors across the globe who teach classes because they have profound knowledge pertaining to the field, but they lack the imagination of a Gabriel Oyibo or a Nikola Tesla to actually make the kinds of discoveries that they teach their students about. This is not a dis. It is a dispassionate observation.


Science and mathematics—which are firmly grounded in left-brained, logical thinking—were originally introduced by Black women. Nevertheless, it must be understood that the word “logical” is not a synonym for the word “intelligent.” This is a mistake that many Western thinking people make. Applied logic is one way of expressing intelligence, but it does not encompass the full scope of what intelligence is. Also, just because a person’s reasoning is logical, that doesn’t mean that it is grounded in Ma’at (truth).


An effective writer or story teller can tell you a story that sounds true, but it is entirely false. They are able to do this because they intuitively know the architecture of a truthful story; they know its inherent, underlying structure and can therefore reduplicate it at will with subtle adjustments in detail. These seemingly minor adjustments in detail can turn an inescapable truth into a meticulously deceptive lie. It is our job to find these flaws and fix them so that we can redeem the edifice of truth and bring back Ma’at.


The greatest artists and creative minds of all time were intelligent people—and they are usually men. This is not to say that there aren’t women who are incredibly creative. I’ve known more than a few. Still I have yet to see any demographic on the planet that can match the imagination and the creativity of the Black man. It’s unfortunate that he too often compromises his station in life by entertaining self-destructive thoughts that are rooted in a sense of lack and the absence of personal accountability.


I consistently meet goals that I set for myself, and as much as I inspire and energize other people around me, I wouldn’t deny that I’ve been guilty of engaging in this terminal way of thinking. It doesn’t take away from who I am, it just means that the volume of my potential affords me a lot of room for improvement.


Creative giants do not use what we would call linear thinking as their primary way of expressing their intelligence. When rocker Jimi Hendrix played the guitar he was not using logic and rationalism. He was allowing the natural intelligence in his soul to bleed through him. The same can be said about Nat King Cole with his seemingly effortless singing, or Michael Jackson with his spectacular dance performances. This display of right-brained intelligence cannot be fully understood by Western thinking people.


A British journalist once asked Jackson what he thinks about when he dances. Jackson replied, “I don’t think.” This may give you something to consider in regards to the extremely complex nature of divine intelligence. It also helps to explain why girls out perform boys in the public schools across the board. The Western educational system is entirely rooted in logical, left-brain thinking and offers children little or no opportunity to maximize and enhance their creative potential which is grounded in the right hemisphere of the brain.


When I was a child, I was a very talented artist. My classmates used to gather around and marvel at the pictures that I would draw. One of my teachers tried to convince my mom to put me in a special education school because I wasn’t interested in her lessons. My mom wouldn’t listen, even though my teacher’s case may have sounded logical to a lesser woman who could not see beyond logic.

Instead my mom took me to receive psychological testing from a certified professional—an old white woman—who had determined that I actually had above average intelligence for a six year old child. That was the test result that my mom expected to hear. Given the verifiable evidence, the teacher was forced to stop her campaign against me, so I was never put in a special education school. From elementary school through college I’ve won local and statewide awards for my writing and other academic accomplishments. Often times I wonder what would have happened to me if my mom had followed my teacher’s logic instead of relying on divine intelligence. Often times I think about the thousands of Black boys today who are not as fortunate as I was.


As men and women, we appreciate each other immensely, but neither of us can ever really be understood by our significant others in the absolute sense. Many of our words, actions, and reactions can be predicted because we share a sense of familiarity that is firmly rooted in love. Nevertheless, we cannot truly be understood by each other—especially when we’re studying each other like lab rats. This is something that frustrates people who are primarily logical thinkers.


For example, a woman may genuinely love a man, but she is more interested in figuring him out than she is in just enjoying him while he’s sitting right in front of her. If you can consistently figure out a particular kind of math problem—whether it be calculus, algebra or trigonometry—then you will naturally feel that you have mastered that system of mathematics. This mastery imbues you with a sense of power, a sense of control, a sense of accomplishment. This is all great and wonderful.


However, when men and women apply this mathematical thought dynamic to interpersonal relationships, then there can only be a master-slave relationship. This is because you are trying to “figure your partner out,” not so that you can better support or assist them, but so that you can figure out their soul’s equation just for the sake of saying that you can do it. You are trying to solve a math problem, which only creates more problems between you and your partner as you approach the pinnacle of your arrogance. And I am not just talking to women, because there is no shortage of male mathematicians out here. Many women can testify to this fact.


You cannot “figure out” someone who is in a continuous state of becoming. There is no mathematical formula that can solve the mystery of man or the riddle of woman. Just when you think that you have found the correct equation, the answer suddenly and involuntarily changes. You cannot devise the correct equation if you have not first pinned down the correct answer. I say, fuck the answer. Fuck the equation. Just love now, because what you believe to be your future is merely a potentiality that will never be realized, an oasis in the dessert that you will never reach, if you do not first cross the bridge of Here & Now with your lover hand-in-hand.



Anyone who knows me well has learned that I am much, much, more than they initially thought I could be. And I’m still growing, even as I write this. To be completely honest with you, I still don’t really know the full extent of my greatness. I would have a better idea if I hadn’t spent so much time busting through fish tanks that fishers of men have tossed me in.


I’m not a goldfish. I’m a whale—come holler at Moby Dick. I’ve come to sink my Titanic beneath your ocean of dreams, tormented screams when my shots burst. Too bad, they should’ve popped first. I’m not talking about a gun, but my pen, another writer’s murked. They loose in this bitter game of fame as red ink rains from cratered chests. I’m no good, I’m the best. I leave no mess of unlettered pests. Faceless love is rendered to ash, as tainted blood is splashed like trash, I mop it. Math? I drop it. Cash? I cop it. Max my profit. Blast a rocket, and blow up a Challenger like it’s ’86 when my brain’s plugged into a socket. Got it? My supreme editorial dicks down amateurs like lesbians in heat with plastic meat. When the minions jock, I strap, you rock, as I rap, and map new terrain with Zulu babes on higher planes. My MIND roars. My pen soars as I GLOW, pulsate, and ascend, enlightening the minds of women and men, with MEDIA that blasts shells, and casts spells, to arouse and awaken them. From Brooklyn, New York to the Serengeti, from the shores of Java, to outer space. Call me the oracle and scribe Tehuti. Let me show thee my face.


I defy any and all categories, yet I fit into them all wonderfully. However, I am not unique in that regard. The same could be said about everyone who has read this far. As brother Kamene pointed out in his lecture, Black women gave humanity the psychological keys it has needed to navigate its way through the MATter of Terra MATer through MATh. It is to them, humanity owes its deepest gratitude. However, we must never forget that it is in the masculine, artistic, creative mind, that whirling inner world of brilliant chaos, that we will find our way home amongst the stars.





Sunday, July 17, 2011

The Meta-Herstory of Ma'atematics: 'Lunacy' or Falsehood? (Pt. 3 of 4)


The Greek historian Herodotus wrote about how the Olympian gods would return to Ethiopia from whence they came, at least once a year, for a great feast. However the Olympians did not feast WITH the Ethiopians as many of us have assumed. The Olympians were actually feasting ON the Ethiopians, who were their parents, also known as the fallen Titans. However, the open acknowledgment of the 13th sign known as Serpentarius signals the return of the serpentine lunar goddess Mawu to the hearts and minds of the fallen Titans who will transcend the electromagnetic impressions of their unruly Olympian children to attain mastery of the heavens, which is truly their birthright.


Your future is told in the Greek myth known as “The 12 Labors of Hercules/HERUcles.” Once Hercules cultivates enough personal power to negate the influences of the 12 signs that make up the Zodiac he can manifest the Messianic force that exists within him. This messianic force is represented by the number 13. When we break down the number 13 we can clearly see that 1+3=4, which gives us the four corners of the Great Pyramid which points in the direction that we’re headed, which is straight to the top. We’ll be released from our astronomical prison on BAIL and regain our lofty status as BA’AL, Lord of the Heavens. This ascension is the call of the One, which many call The Most High. Mawu’s return will be a time of forgiveness, healing, and heightened sensuality.


In ancient Kemet this was foreseen as the Age of Hapi (Aquarius), when true happiness will return to the hearts and minds of men. If we harbor feelings of hatred and anger we will not ascend beyond 3rd density no matter how many spiritual books we’ve read or metaphysical lectures we’ve watched. This has nothing to do with forgetting about past injustices. However, it does have everything to do with forgiving the people who carried them out against you so that YOU can enjoy the benefit of continuing with YOUR own spiritual progression.


Earth is the only planet in our solar system that is not named after a Roman god, or any god, for that matter. The name “Earth” is German in origin and it translates to mean “the dwelling place.” To better understand the symbolic significance of these name designations for the planets in our solar system we should seriously consider the relationship that the ancient Roman empire had with the early Germanic people. The fact is that the Germans lived under the iron heel of Roman tyranny and hegemony from at least 256 B.C.E up until 455 C.E., which is when the Vandals destroyed Rome.


This historic event in European history is where the word “Vandalism” comes from. 256 B.C.E. also marks the year that Rome invaded Carthage, which was home to many of the classical Moors. If you add “256+455” you get “711” which is the same year that the quintessential Moors invaded Spain. Also “7+1+1=9,” and 9 represents birth. The year 711 signaled the birth of the last Moorish Empire. The ancient Moors of Carthage worshipped the moon goddess, Tanit, from whom you get the word “Tonight.” If you look up in the sky, you might see the goddess Tanit tonight.




Within the hellish hierarchy that masquerades as Western civilization, the Roman Vatican exercises its will over the British royal family, which is actually of German ancestry. The Windsors come out of the Sax-Coburg-Sa’alfeld bloodline which has Moorish roots (SA’ALfeld/BA’AL). Queen Charlotte Sophia was a mulatto woman and came out of the Sax-Coburg-Sa’alfeld line, which was later changed to Sax-Coburg-Gotha. The royal families of Europe are called “The Black Nobility” for a reason, and its’ not what you’ve been told. Planet Earth was a prison colony for the Milky Way empire of planetary intelligences, who until recently, ruled under the auspices of the treacherous Demiurge. According to Gnostic scripture, the demiurge is the son of Sophia, whom Queen Charlotte of Europe’s Black Nobility was named after. By stealing the knowledge of ancient people across the globe, the Vatican was afforded an opportunity to metaphysically position itself as the earthly microcosm of this macrocosmic celestial hierarchy.


                                                       Queen Charlotte Sophia



                                         Pope Benedict XVI's Coat of Arms


                                       Coat of Arms for Diocese of Freising

Everyone on Earth identifies the planets in our solar system by their Roman names and adhere to the calendar fashioned by the Roman Catholic church, yet they scratch their heads and wonder why all roads lead to Rome. The Vatican aligned itself with the Olympian energies that maintained the Glass Ceiling of your awareness. Rome has maintained its temporal power over humanity only because the world has granted it PERMISSION to do so. Change the calendar and change the names of the planets in our solar system and see what happens to Rome’s temporal power.


For my female readers who seek an even deeper understanding of how we came under the influence of these Olympian energies we must look to the antediluvian world for answers. This is the world that existed just before The Great Flood. However, I’m not talking about an oceanic flood that may be brought about by a Pole Shift. I’m talking about the Star Fire Flood brought about by the onset of the female menstrual cycle, which aided you in your descent into human consciousness.





The menstrual cycle played a critical role in helping women to retain the memory of their original pristine state as goddesses by eliminating biological, psychic, as well as emotional, toxins from their newfound bodies made of flesh, blood and bones. It is almost needless to say that purely spiritual beings do not carry any toxins, however spiritual beings trapped in human bodies do. Initially, all of the women who had just descended from the spiritual realm had synchronized menstrual cycles—meaning that they were all on their cycles at the same time.




These women viewed themselves—and more importantly, EACH OTHER—as divine emanations from the same universal mind. When women live in close proximity to each other, and share a deeply spiritual and emotional bond, they may find that they have their menstrual cycles around the same time. This is a holdover from that forgotten epoch that I’m striving to describe. This conveniently explains how the first Lunar calendar was charted. All of the women involved in that endeavor were menstrually in sync with the phase changes of the moon. The babies that these goddesses conceived with their gods were born around the same time. There was no acknowledgement of a zodiac because everyone was born at the same time (Ecclesiastes3:1).



Consequently, the original man and woman did not have any knowledge of all of these astrological influences—much less the astrological houses that we’ve attributed to them—until a spiritual rift came between the women. As these Wonder Women continued to descend into the flesh they started to forget about all of the things that made them all uniquely beautiful.


As a result, the women became envious, resentful and distrustful of one another. They became blind to the knowledge of their own divine gifts and began to secretly covet the gifts of other women. Back-biting and gossip ensued, and it has continued until this very day. Instead of having synchronized menstrual cycles, their cycles came at different times over the course of what we would now call a calendar year, which only signifies their disunity.




When babies were born they came out of their mother’s wombs crying because they realized what had happened to their parents. They have not undergone the mental development to verbally articulate to their parents that they were falling from God’s grace. All of the crying is the baby’s way of saying “Mommy and Daddy, what ya’ll doin’? Ya’ll fuckin’ up, yo!!!” When these babies grew into adulthood they could not relate to most of their peers because they were all under different astrological influences. They were all under the yoke of the zodiacal gods. This disunity lead to marked differences in perception, which lead to misunderstandings, which bread resentment, which erupted into warfare, disease, depravity and death.


All of this brought about the fall of the Black god and goddess who are the co-creators of our universe. Since we were so enamored with our creation, we eventually became a part of it. We became the humble subjects of the grand matriarch that we crowned together. Her name is Matter, which comes from the Latin word “Mater” which means “Mother.”

 With regard to the zodiac, it is worth noting that an ancient Sumerian  word used to refer to a passing cycle of time was “Sha’atam.” This word has a linguistic relationship to the Arabic word “Shaitan” which is known as “Satan” in Hebrew. In Rome the god  “Saturn was known as Father Time. In Greece he was called Chronos.  The malefic intelligence that we call the Devil, comes into human consciousness through the awareness of time. To perceive time is to perceive division within yourself, as well as between yourself and others. There was an epoch now shrouded in legend in which we did not measure time, because we were not aware of it.

In order to assist humanity in breaking the astronomical, astrological yoke that it is currently under, all women need to become more cognizant and appreciative of their own uniqueness and inner beauty so that they will come to a full understanding of just how wonderful they could be. While men can certainly assist in facilitating this new rise in awareness, this Great Work is something that must be initiated by women amongst themselves. Once they do this, they will be in a position to conceive babies with men who will restore Ma’at. Once Ma’at is restored we’ll be released from our spiritual prisons. Some may call this a fantasy. I call it justice.



Wednesday, July 13, 2011

The Meta-Herstory of Ma'atematics: 'Lunacy' or Falsehood? (Pt. 2 of 4)




The zodiac sign of Libra did not always exist within the scope of our collective awareness because we were not always as sensitive to the energy emissions of the celestial bodies in outer space as we are now. The more that we fell on the vibratory scale of awareness, the more we came under the direct influence of the aforementioned astrological forces.

Libra was the last sign to be formally acknowledged by the creators of the original zodiac, and it is the only one not represented by a human or animal because it defines a universal principle as opposed to a personality trait, or animal instinct. That principle is Ma’at, balance, equilibrium. We’ve departed from these attributes, and have been struggling to get back to them ever since. According to some sources, Libra came out of the zodiacal sign of Scorpio. The symbol for Libra is the scales of the Kemetic goddess, Ma’at (pronounced “Mayat”).

                  A young god submerged beneath astrological frequencies


Libra is represented by the scales of Ma’at because the Magistrates of this Milky Way galaxy had determined many moons ago—possibly during one of the previous ages of Libra—that Lucifer, the Black Melanin angel, would be SENTENCED to imprisonment in hell so that he would gain greater insight into the inherent flaws, or dare I say, glitches, in God’s creation program.


We know that Lucifer was SENTENCED, because it is within the SENTENCES that comprise the written tale of his demise that his fate was ultimately sealed. So it was written, so it came to pass. Lucifer was known by different names, within different cultures, but the essence of his story remains the same no matter where you find him buried in the archaeological record. 

Libra’s ruling planet is Venus, the “Morning Star.” Since Lucifer—who is pretty much the personification of the Black collective unconscious—has learned about these glitches through the Black man and woman’s numerous incarnations in Hell, he has accumulated enough wisdom to become a better programmer than he would have otherwise been before his fall from grace.

Mentally imbalanced people, who are dualistic fatalists in their manner of Thought/Thoth, see the world through lenses that reflect everything back to them in black and white. They would have you believe that Lucifer fell from grace and now he is doomed for all eternity just because he made a mistake. End of story. They look at the Lucifer allegory in this way because they secretly believe that THEY are doomed for all eternity.

These are the same kinds of people who compromise their own greatness because they’re afraid of making mistakes—which is the very same mistake that Lucifer made. This is why God kicked him out the house in the hope that he would make MANY mistakes. How else would Lucifer learn that he was badly mistaken in his fear of making mistakes, unless he was granted the opportunity to do just that, and see himself live through it?

The dualistic fatalists continue to beat themselves, as well as others, up, for mistakes that they’ve made in their personal lives. Imagine if God held grudges against himself and others like these people do?  God’s mercy and forgiveness stretch far beyond mortal man’s wildest imagination.

Let’s sit down and really think about this Lucifer story with a clear mind, now. Do you really believe that God would just flush one of its greatest creations down the toilet then turn around and go about its business? That doesn’t make any sense. Lucifer was kicked out of heaven and sentenced to hell because he is being primed and prepared for greater responsibility and a higher purpose that only God knows entirely.

We saw the very same theme played out in the movie Thor, when the god Odin kicked him out of Asgard, knowing full well that Thor was destined to inherit the kingdom. The Black man can rest assured in knowing that the stone that the builder refused will truly be the head cornerstone. He may be despised on earth, but he is favored in heaven. But before Lucifer can carry out his responsibilities efficiently his soul must undergo fermentation through the rigorous initiation that we call human life. He must be crucified on the cross of matter and then resurrect from the ashes as the Sun of God.

If you ascribe the corresponding numerical value to the letters in the name “LUCIFER” and do the same with the name “JESUS,” you will find that both names have a numerical value of “74” when you add the letters up. This is because the two Morning Stars are one and the same. And since 7+4=11, then Lucifer and Jesus reconciled gives us “22” which is a master number in numerology. Since 2+2=4, it's all about mastery of the cross of matter.




The very first school in the United States of America to graduate three African American Ph.Ds in Mathematics in the same year was the University of Maryland in 2000. The names of The Three Fates are Tasha Iniss, Sherry Scott, and Kimberly Weems, who are all Black women. Interestingly, “Maryland,” literally means the “Land of Mary,” specifically the Virgin Mary of the Christian mythos. It’s not by some crazy coincidence that the states of “VIRGINia and MARYland” were included in the original 13 colonies established by the U.S. corporation.




The 13 colonies represent the 13 months in the lunar menstrual calendar that inaugurated Black civilization. In addition, when we break down the number 13 we find that 1+3=4, which brings us to the four phases of the moon. The Christian Virgin Mary is a later-day adaptation of the Kemetic goddess, Auset (Isis) who was usually identified with the moon in ancient Kemetic cosmology.


So since we know that Mary is really a Judeo-Christian adaptation of the Kemetic goddess Auset, then we should understand that the “University of Maryland” is actually the “University of Auset.”


It’s only poetic justice that the millennium drew to a close with the three daughters of the moon goddess Auset getting their Ph.Ds in mathematics. The Akan moon goddess N’Game signifies three aspects of the venerated woman (the Virgin, the Mother, and the Oracle), and I would not doubt that these three female mathematicians are at the very least symbolic representations of the triune moon goddess on earth. The same can be said about Mary Jackson, Dorothy Vaughan and Katherine G. Johnson. They were mathematicians who worked for NASA and helped astronaught John Glen to orbit the planet in 1962, a 9 year that represents the birthing of agendas.



As we delve even deeper into the Lunar Mysteries we discover that the word “Math” comes from “Ma’at,” and like Auset, the goddess Ma’at is associated with the moon, as is her consort Tehuti, who is the scribe and oracle of the gods. Ma’at is the goddess of justice, the scales, and measurement. Math was initially employed by Black women for the measurement of time.


When Moses questions the identity of the burning bush in the Bible it replies “I Am That I Am” according to the various English translations. However the phrase “I Am That I Am” is actually an anagram for “Mathamatii " which is the phonetic pronunciation for the word “Mathematics.” In essence the God of Moses is saying “I am mathematics.” Mathematics is essentially applied logic. All dogmatic religions control and manipulate their followers through perverse logic that appeals to their human nature as opposed to their divine nature. The predynastic netert (goddess) known as Ta-Urt was central to the 26,000 year precession of the equinox that is graphically depicted at the Temple of Denderah.


Ta-Urt is quite arguably the oldest identifiable deity within the ancient Kemetic pantheon of gods and goddesses. In ancient Kemetic astronomy, Ta-Urt was identified as the star constellation that the Greeks renamed “Draco,” which is where we get the anglicized version of the word “Dragon.” The Ta-Urt constellation is circumpolar, meaning that it never rises above, or sets below, the horizon like Sopdet (Sirius), Sahu (Orion) and several others constellations do. Unlike Ausar (Orion) and Auset (Sirius), Ta-Urt is beyond the cycle of death and reincarnation so she does not rise above, or set below, the horizon of corporeal existence. The Great Pyramid at Giza, which was later named after Pharaoh Khufu (Cheops), was once aligned with Ta-Urt.  




Although Ta-Urt was usually depicted as a hippopotamus in ancient Kemet, she was known in ancient Sumer and Babylon as the dragon, Tiamat. The hippopotamus is an animal that is native to sub-Saharan Africa, which indicates that although Ta-Urt was worshipped in Kemet, her center of worship did not ORIGINATE there. But then again, very little that was of lasting cultural significance originated in ancient Kemet.


This is easily proven by the fact that every single time Kemet was invaded by outsiders, especially right before the advent of the Middle Kingdom, the native people always turned to their neighbors who lived deeper in Africa’s interior to reaffirm their sense of cultural identity. It is of no coincidence that the last cultural renaissance that Kemet had was during the 25th Dynasty when the Nubian Pharaohs took over.


Kemet was the designated area chosen for the preservation, and in some cases, the crystallization of classical African culture. For these reasons alone, it is the greatest civilization that WE have any written record of. Nevertheless, all of the higher spiritual sciences were known to the shamans, priests, and priestesses of Sub-Saharan Africa before dynastic Kemet was even a thought in an African colonizer’s mind. The Greeks knew Ta-Urt as Hekate, who was their take on the Cosmic Mother bearing the torch of illumination.


Among the ancient Greeks, Father Time was known as Chronus, the stoic god who ate his children. Chronus was a member of a pantheon of deities known as the Titans. H.P. Lovecraft called these Titans “The Great Old Ones” in his book The Necronomicon. The Akan people of Ghana called these lofty primordial beings the “Adikanfo,” who speak to us today through many channels, including Adika’s info.


In relating how the Olympians were literally consumed BY Father Time, the Kena’Anu (Phoenicians)—whom the Greeks got much of their mythology from—were artfully explaining how man was figuratively consumed WITH time on 3rd density, so much so that he began to measure time. Better yet, his woman began to measure time. She started to write equations around Father Time. She studied him intently. She was curious to know what made Father Time tick…toc…tic..toc. With her logical mind ripening, she inevitably began to question Father Time. She was no longer sure of him. As a result, he was no longer sure of himself.


For the first time in his eternal life, the Titan had become aware of the fact that he had a lower self. This brought him a great deal of shame and embarrassment. Chronus tried to hide his lower self (the Olympians) by eating it. But, by eating it, he only internalized it. Chronus fooled himself into beLIEving that no one would know that he had a lower self if they could not see it. However, that which you continue to consume will eventually consume you, even if you are a mighty Titan.


By trying to hide his own shortcomings, Chronus only made them more visible to the other gods. His feelings of self-doubt and sense of lack began to spread amongst the other Titans who saw him as a provider, a sustainer, the Don of all Dons. If we are what we eat, then what happens when a Titan consumes Olympians, which are lesser gods? The Titan himself becomes a lesser god. And that’s exactly what happened to the Black man and woman.


We know that Chronus’ children, who make up the pantheon of 12 Olympian gods, were consumed by Time because we see them every time we look at the 12 numbers inside of the glass stomach of a Chrono-Swiss watch. These Olympians also make up the first 12 signs of the zodiac and the 12 zodiacal ages reflected to us in the Precession of the Equinox. When you are obsessed WITH time, then you become devoured BY time, just as the lesser gods were devoured by Chronus, who is also known as Father Time. The Olympians embody that which the Titans refused to see in themselves.