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Sunday, July 22, 2012

Sexy Solar Showers in the City of A God



An all-day sucker is a blow pop’s dream, and a concerned mother’s worst nightmare. A newborn morning was about to be delivered by the pregnant possibilities of a new day. Still, this didn’t stop Chupar from treating her mom like an ancient Moor from the movie, 300. Ms. Cabral’s increasingly nagging phone calls were banished with complete indifference to the bottomless pit of Chupar’s voicemail.


A meddling, overbearing mom who made it her business to question her  only daughter’s life decisions was much more than Chupar was willing to deal with today. After all, she felt that she was a mature adult who was responsible enough to run her own life and make her own decisions.  Her mom often accused her of being selfish, but that wouldn’t stop Chupar from putting herself first today. This entailed devoting herself to Ra, and leaving humanity behind. 


It was 6:05 in the morning on December 21st, 2012. Chupar took personal pleasure in watching Ra rise slowly above the horizon of her nervous anticipation. The eyes are windows to the soul, and it had been several moons since Chupar’s had been illuminated by the Sun of Man. 


As she stood on the balcony of her beachfront home with her eyes tightly closed, Chupar felt her entire face heating up. She extended her tender arms outward with open palms and then raised her head until her face pointed towards the sky. Chupar’s black window curtains turned red upon receiving the first rays of the new day’s sun. She wanted firsthand knowledge about what awaited beyond the bright crimson screen that obscured the rush of her anxious moment. 


Chupar slowly raised her vibrant curtains that were elegantly decorated with long, plump eyelashes and aqua blue eye shadow. The sun maiden was greeted by a coronal mass ejection of epic proportions. In just one instant, Chupar’s entire face was engulfed by a glowing mask of white gold. Her heart raced with speechless euphoria as the earth trembled beneath her knees. 


The hardened Hershey’s Kisses that protruded from Chupar’s massive mocha titties tingled with animal excitement. Her beautiful face bathed in the vivifying energies of solar plasma that was meticulously encoded with advanced knowledge of the known universe. The smooth, golden brown lips of Chupar’s pulsating vagina welled up with creamy colloidal silver at the thought of the gift that Ra had given.


Drunk off the peculiar wine of solar-sexual ecstasy, Chupar squeezed Ra’s fire-breathing Uraeus with her tiny right hand. The pressure created by her tight grip caused blood to flow straight to the serpent’s head, which made its hood flair with suspense. Chupar slowly leaned forward and gently kissed the serpent’s mouth with her juicy lips, which were liberally glazed with the sticky nectar of heavenly tangerines. While peering deep into Ra’s eyes Chupar sang to him. She said 


“Excuse me sirrrrr                                                                      
 Rain down your pearls               

Want to see your love unfurl                                              
Find what you been missing                                                        Ooo ooo ooo, baby

’Scuse me sirrrrr
Rain down those pearls                                                              Let me give your bar a twirl                                                     Don't keep me wishin’
Baby, let it your bar bang out!!!” 


The sun god responded by inserting his One Hunahpu into the creamy galactic center of Chupar’s pink Hunab Ku. After just a few minutes of foreplay, she was ready for Ra to thrill her and “Beat It” it like he was MJ. Chupar’s body temperature rose rapidly as Ra’s Olmec stone head plunged deep and relentlessly in between her thick, sinewy legs, which glistened with fragrant body oils and the perspiration of desperation.


Ra didn’t thrust too fast. He didn’t thrust to slow. He gently stirred her sugar pot with his nine inch bone. Chupar’s blood was flame broiled. Its pressure shot up like a rocket. Ra hoisted her legs over his shoulders and pounded her skeletons out the closet.


“What a beautiful, strong man you are,” Chupar sighed into Ra’s right ear as she reached around his broad shoulders and dug deeply into his back with her long pastel-colored fingernails. “You want to mash my vatapá, papai? You want to butter my muffins, honey? Shower me with all of your love, acúcar. I need that fire like Richard Pryor. Beat this naughty Portuguese pussy, up. Make it retire!”


The Brazilian beauty from the state of Bahia was nobody’s slow poke. She rhythmically tightened her tender twat when Ra came up for his down stroke. The god dipped into the pink slip tucked beneath her waist and hips. “Make this pussy retire,” Chupar again demanded, as her massive breasts and beautiful bunda shook violently from Ra’s unbridled thrusts of passion.


The god and his flame were jamming like Bob Marley on a bed made of bread smothered with Smuckers. Chupar was a shapely work of art who had been genetically consecrated since adolescence with a full-blown African bottom. Not only was it exceedingly soft and fluffy, but expansive enough to hold a workman’s load like a caterpillar dump truck. On top of that, the Cattleya Labiata’s candied cocoon was a sacred space that cloaked the magic of a juicy chrysalis that made Ra’s hot butter fly.


“Esu Cristo!!!” Chupar exclaimed breathlessly as she stared at her own solar plexus, which just happened to be the site of Ra’s explosive sunburst. Chupar’s cratered navel had been converted into a pearly lake of solar fire and she wouldn’t have had it any other way. “Our love is glowing, papai. Please, make it glow brighter. Rub it into my tummy with your magic rod that lights the heavens and breathes the fire,” Chupar said. And Ra did just that, until his magnanimous sun set.



Saturday, July 21, 2012

The Dark Knight Rises: NASA has High Hopes for Artificial Melanin Emulator




Hey, if it’s new to me, then it’s news. According to a report issued in November of 2011, NASA has developed a carbonated material that can fully absorb 99 percent of ultraviolet, visible, and infrared light.


“The nanotech-based coating is a thin layer of multi-walled carbon nanotubes, tiny hollow tubes made of pure carbon about 10,000 times thinner than a strand of human hair,” reads an excerpt  from the article which is featured on NASA’s website. “They are positioned vertically on various substrate materials much like a shag rug. The team has grown the nanotubes on silicon, silicon nitride, titanium, and stainless steel, materials commonly used in space-based scientific instruments. (To grow carbon nanotubes, Goddard technologist Stephanie Getty applies a catalyst layer of iron to an underlayer on silicon, titanium, and other materials. She then heats the material in an oven to about 1,382 degrees Fahrenheit. While heating, the material is bathed in carbon-containing feedstock gas.)



The tests indicate that the nanotube material is especially useful for a variety of spaceflight applications where observing in multiple wavelength bands is important to scientific discovery. One such application is stray-light suppression. The tiny gaps between the tubes collect and trap background light to prevent it from reflecting off surfaces and interfering with the light that scientists actually want to measure. Because only a small fraction of light reflects off the coating, the human eye and sensitive detectors see the material as black.”

Those who are familiar with the trailblazing research conducted by Dr. Richard King and Dr. Ann Brown are aware that this technology marks yet another attempt on the part of the science community to produce what I will call an artificial melanin emulator. Melanin—which is a carbon-based skin pigment that has its highest concentration in Black people—possesses the same light absorption qualities as NASA’s nanotube material.


It also has other characteristics that are unknown to the brightest minds of Western science. What is known, but not widely acknowledged in public, however, is the fact that melanin is a biochemical microcosm of macrocosmic dark matter. Leading Western physicists say that our physical universe has been expanding since the so-called “Big Bang” which is really “The Big Expansion,” since science experts have never actually said that the universe began with a violent explosion.


This is a colloquial misunderstanding of the concept. The expansion of dark matter and dark energy, that science experts say is occurring throughout the universe, is taking place as you read this in the bodies of Black people. This biological process is called melanogenesis. Melanin, whether cosmic or terrestrial, will not allow anyone or anything to hold it back or thwart its expansion. It adapts to its condition and breaks down all barriers, like a raging bull in a china shop. 


It’s ironic that NASAs technology will be used for the purpose of outer space “discovery.” Of course discovery was was an obsession of the noble knights who were written about in Europe’s medieval folklore. I dont know the intricate details concerning how NASAs new technology will be used. What I do know is that the next time we see  one of its shuttles blasting off into outer space, then maybe, just maybe, we will be witnessing the rise of the Dark Knight. For more details concerning NASA’s nanotube, just click on the link below. Peace.

Monday, July 16, 2012

Random Anti-Gravity Thoughts Written in Rebellion Against Glass Graves (Pt. 2 of 2)




According to Western occult folklore, the 72 “Goetic demons that King Solomon trapped in a brass bottle following the construction of his temple played an instrumental role in him building it. Likewise, the sperm released through male ejaculate can be likened to a “Goetic” intelligentsia that assists in constructing the Solomonic temple of man or womb-man.  Since we are on the topic, it is important to point out that the term “Goetia” is actually a misnomer.


Goetia is a Latin word that simply means “sorcery.” To refer to this system of sorcery as “Goetia” presupposes that it originated with people who spoke Latin as their native language. However this life science did not originate among any native Latin-speaking people. It is widely believed that the literary foundation for what is generally recognized as the Goetia is The Lesser Key of Solomon, a book of spells in which credible authorities cannot even agree who the author was.


They don’t know its author because the entire book is a European interpretation of an alien spiritual science that was introduced by a foreign ethnic group, not any one individual who resided in Europe. A group of southern Europeans came together and decided that they would call it the Goetia, but that’s not what it is. Solomonic sorcery was introduced to Europe by a group of West Africans known as Moors who invaded Southern Europe over 1,300 years ago. 


This re-codified African sorcery is more familiarly recognized today in aspects of Vodou or Obeah.  It is a science that has been preserved by Stellar Men and Women who reside in Haiti and the English-speaking Caribbean which is formally known as the West Indies. Much of Europe’s Medieval “demonology” is actually a mischaracterization of West African life sciences. I highly recommend the book Secret Societies by Arkon Daraul which explores the mysteries of Al-Aswad, “The Black Man,” and the witch’s Sabbath in considerable detail.


White witches were put to death during the inquisitions of medieval Europe because they worshipped the Black man, the Moor, as the living personification of God on earth. The name “Baphomet” is a mispronunciation of “Abu Fihamat” which means “Father of Understanding” in Arabic. World-renowned  Sufi scholar Idries Shah of India speaks very frankly about this particular subject in his book, The SufisTherein, he specifies that the mysterious Baphomet is actually a reference to the Black man. I wrote an article about this for my magazine nine years ago. I think that I will republish a revised version on this site in the near future. 


When the 72 Solomonic intelligences are not evoked for the purpose of procreation they should remain confined to the brass vessel that human biologists would identify as the male scrotum.  Pro-Creation is not limited to the creation of physical bodies. It may also include the willed creation of one’s preferred circumstances in life.


Nevertheless, as I said earlier, the television is for the most part a coffin for your mind. I say this because the more that you invest your mind in the characters and programs currently broadcasted by the major networks, the further you close the lid on your own imagination. Your remote control is literally a key to the gates of a mental cemetery. This is why you constantly misplace your remote in your couch and other parts of the house.  This happens because your pre-conscious mind knows that you don’t really want to experience mental death.  You genuinely want to live so that you can expand your imagination and experience the natural abundance that life has in store for you.


I prefer the term “preconscious mind” more than “subconscious mind” because the latter seems to imply that you CAN’T obtain knowledge of things that exist just below the threshold of your awareness.  However, if we understand the evolutionary nature of human consciousness, then we realize that we will EVENTUALLY obtain awareness of those things that we are not fully conscious of at the present moment.


All men and women who have accomplished anything in life that is worth remembering or celebrating first envisioned those accomplishments in their minds before they worked towards making them tangible realities. This statement will not be disputed if it is clearly understood. Your Television tells you what you should envision, and thereby robs you of any opportunity that you would have had to cultivate your own vision.  


Show me a man or woman without any imagination and I’ll show you a dead man walking. When I hear people say the zombie is a product of African superstition, that doesn’t really exist, I already know that they are speaking in ignorance. What else would you call a person who lives their life with no true sense of purpose? You would call them nothing less, and nothing more, than a zombie. Once we recognize our purpose, we must strive to mythologize our lives. Mythologizing your own life does not necessarily entail reading tons of books on comparative world mythology, although these books will greatly assist you in that endeavor. Joseph Cambell’s work is pretty good.


It’s really about having the foresight and the imagination to look at the circumstances surrounding your life and casting yourself in a story in which you come out the undisputed winner. This brings to mind the cover for the Bob Marley & The Wailers album, Confrontation.  In your life you are playing the role of Bob Marley, while the obstacles you face can be symbolized by the dragon that he is murdering on the album cover. To make your inspiring story into a reality you have to passionately think about it and then work towards making it a reality on 3rd density (the plane of earth, air and fire).


You can even use your iPod or MP3 player and put together a little soundtrack for the blockbuster biopic that you are directing in your head.  “Hate Me Now,” by the rapper Nas is a good start in my opinion. So is “I Know,” off of the Bob Marley album that I just mentioned. You may have your own musical preferences, and that’s fine with me. It’s your movie. It’s your script. So, write your story as you see fit.


As a young child growing up, one of my favorite cartoons was Voltron. Sometimes my parents would come and pick me up from elementary school with my younger sisters and we would go out together. This usually meant that I would miss Voltron.  When we got home, I usually couldn’t stop thinking about how I had missed an episode of my favorite cartoon. However, I was fortunate enough to have grown up in an environment that fostered an imagination.


At that point, I didn’t have any Voltron toys to make up for my loss, so what I would do is draw the “mighty robot” on a piece of construction paper, and a ro-beast on another. I would then color them both in, cut them out, and make them fight. Some of the most memorable Voltron battles from my childhood were not from the cartoon. They involved the paper figurines that I made myself. Some people might say that this sounds corny, but my imagination is what made the experience pleasurable and real for me.


Parents should not buy their children too many video games. Young children need to engage in hands-on activities that force them to develop their motor skills and generate images of their own choice in their heads. Children should never be discouraged from daydreaming. Instead they should be encouraged to share what they have been daydreaming about.  This plants the seed in the child’s mind that what they think about genuinely matters. There are many brilliant adults who live severely compromised lives, because they were taught as children that they were stupid and that what they thought was not important. As a result, they sell themselves short and fail to live out their life’s calling.


In college I remember reading the James Joyce novel A Portrait of An Artist as a Young Man and having a hard time putting it down because the day dreaming boy, who is the book’s main character, reminded me of myself as a child in some ways.  He would take the most basic, most mundane experiences from his everyday life and mentally transform them into something exciting, colorful, and mysterious.


Great music feeds this kind of imagination. Music videos destroy it. I remember the first time I heard the remix to “Blow Your Mind,” which was the first single off of Redman’s first album, Whut Thee Album. It was the summer of 1992 and I was on the verge of starting the eighth grade. DJ Red Alert had played this remix which literally gave me a mental orgasm when I heard it. Up until that point, I had never heard anything quite like it.


When the song transitions into the vocal sample immediately after the first verse, you can literally feel yourself expanding into a higher dimension of reality. You have to hear it on a powerful sound system to really get the full effect of what I’m talking about. I used the sample as a point of reference when I first read about Aleister Crowley’s notion of the Chaos Realm and Universe B.


Later on I learned that rapper and producer Erick Sermon sampled Parliament Funkadelic’s “Theme From the Black Hole,” which served as a sonic bridge that connected the song’s verses.  That song, along with EPMD’s “Crossover,” which was also released in the summer of 1992, were the first great hip hop songs that I can readily recall that did not use coherent vocal samples for hooks. This sampling technique made the songs that much more powerful. The vocal samples were soulful, but they are also indecipherable to the logical mind, which appeals directly to the preconscious mind.


RZA (“Heaven’s Sake) and The Heatmakerz (“Purple Haze”) employed Chipmunk soul variations of this production style in subsequent years. I think that Erick Sermon is a highly underrated hip hop producer.  I think that he and RZA were the first to bring other worldly imagination to hardcore hip hop production. You can listen to their instrumentals and float off into alternate realities.


Nevertheless, I was very disappointed when I saw the music video for the Blow Your Mind remix. The video fell way short of capturing the song’s personality. Before the video came out, I would listen to the song on my Walkman, and create a music video in my own head that was visually creative. When I saw the actual music video, it made the song less enjoyable for me because it was so lame.  The other videos Redman did for that album were classics, but “Blow Your Mind,” shouldn’t have had a music video.  Not at that time.


Musically, it was ahead of its time and I don’t think the video directors knew what to do with it to match that level of creativity visually. If the music video director was also an occultist then it may have worked. I have had similar experiences with many other songs since this one. The images that you generate in your mind’s eye are usually better than what is broadcasted to you via a television screen. If you disagree with me on this point, it is probably because you lack imagination. When your TV has you feeling like a mortified slave, generate anti-gravity thoughts in rebellion against glass graves.


Saturday, July 14, 2012

Random Anti-Gravity Thoughts Written in Rebellion Against Glass Graves (Pt. 1 of 2)



While many people call up cable television providers to lay down wires that will grant them access to hundreds of television channels, Stellar Men and Women set up altars for themselves with the very same idea in mind. These altars substantially alter their personal perceptions by opening up inter-dimensional gateways through which thought transmissions from the farthest reaches of the universe are picked up by the tender satellite dishes symmetrically positioned on both sides of their heads.

As eager spectators gather around their television sets to watch The Kardashians or The Real Housewives of Atlanta on HDTVs, Stellar Men and Women receive the treasures of darkness that flash across the silverscreen  of  The Inner Mind’s Eye, which carries within it pearls of wisdom that transcend the boundaries of space and time.

For those who may not be aware, the television set is an artificial pineal gland, a head-tefillin, designed to replace the lofty ideas and moving images generated by your brain with those fashioned by social engineers. These engineers that I speak of are the manufacturers of media, which is in essence, a luxury vehicle for propaganda. Making the propaganda appear as a driving, yet transparent, presentation of universal truths is an ART that few media specialists have mastered. Naturally, there are some examples in which universal truths are genuinely shared.

In these instances the “Propaganda” has become “Proper Ganda,” which is a legitimate body of transformative knowledge that drastically improves one’s quality of life. What’s good for the goose is a highly distinguished Proper Ganda. In direct contrast, the men and women who control today’s mainstream media are working towards making your thought processes more constrained and predictable than you ever imagined they could be. 

This is not a part of some grand global conspiracy. It is just a matter-of-fact-reality that seems to escape the awareness of the sodomized monkey mind. If the Farmer knows what his cattle are thinking about, then he will have a good idea about what they are going to do next. Once he has a good idea about what his cattle are going to do under a given set of circumstances, he can devise the necessary plans to effectively manage his livestock.  


The farmers who appear to run the world smile at the willfully ignorant who occupy their grazing fields. They envision hamburgers in their supermarkets, which translates into money being made. Understand that in order for these rank ranchers to run a global funny farm comprised of billions of men, women, and children in a highly efficient manner they need to find ways of manipulating their thoughts and behavior. Today, people are overtly manipulated, managed and influenced through television enchantment and theater sorcery.


This is why all of the shows that are broadcast on your television set are called “programs.”  They are customarily designed to “program” you with thought patters that do nothing but constrict the circumference of your mind, which thereby makes you more mechanical and far less divine. If you want to frustrate a manipulative person, one of the best things that you can do is keep them outside of your head.  It is often better to leave them guessing and making assumptions. After all, their ensuing frustrations will be of no consequence to you.


You may find that these kinds of people will make repeated attempts to converse with you, but it’s not because you evoke a genuine interest from them. It’s because they want to know how to deal with you when they’re around you. Knowing how to deal with you lets these people know what mask to put on to win your trust and deceive you.


When you keep manipulative people like this out of your head you force them to present themselves as they truly are, because they do not have a frame of reference for how they should deal with you. When you are real you don’t have to ask people all kinds of questions to figure out who they are and what they’re all about. As long as you know who YOU are, you will quickly recognize who they are not, which is really all that YOU need to know with regard to your casual dealings with them.


The ancient Kemetic mythology of the archetypal god-man Ausar being buried alive in a coffin can be easily related to modern western culture in which the developmental potential within man is arrested, encapsulated, and imprisoned by the seductive propaganda that awaits him in a glowing high definition coffin made of plastic and glass.  I compare the television set to a coffin because only dead people live in it.


I will explain what I mean by this shortly. However, for the sake of fairness, I would first like to acknowledge the fact that the DVD player affords us an opportunity to enjoy visual productions that can potentially assist us in expanding our conciousness. Shout out to Evasive Angles. Interestingly, if we look at DVD technology within the context of Judaic meta-psychology, we realize that the “DVD” represents “King DaViD,” while the DVD player corresponds to Solomon’s Temple. According to the Bible, Solomon’s Temple was built by King Solomon, who is the son of King David.


It is worth noting that this temple was built not only as a dwelling place for the Hebrew Shekinah, but as a house for King David’s legacy. Meanwhile your DVD player is a temple and a dwelling place for your optical disc, which is better known as a DVD. Moreover, the sperm cell reflects light just as the back of this DVD does. The Hebrew religion centers around Saturn worship. I do not think that it is a mere coincidence that a DVD resembles the rings of the planet Saturn. Judaic mythology informs us that it was David who initially drew up the plans for the temple’s construction, while his son Solomon completed the job.

DVD players are usually Black because the archetypal Temple of Solomon is the Carbonated body of the Black woman. The two columns that are believed to have stood at the opening of Solomon’s Temple are known as the pillars of Boaz and Joachim (the latter is pronounced “Wakim”). These columns represent the Pillars of Severity and Mercy referenced in the Kabbalistic Tree of Life.


While reading a copy of A.A. Rashid’s Qabalistic and Meta-Physic interpretation of the Masonic Square, Compass, and Letter G eight years ago, I learned that if you play connect the dots with the eleven power vectors that make up the Kabbalistic Tree of Life you will inevitably see the image of the ancient Kemetic Ankh. However this ankh is also a stylized depiction of the female reproductive system. The horizontal bars on the left and the right side of the ankh represent the fallopian tubes, while the loop at the top symbolizes the uterus. The vertical bar right below the horizontal cross denotes the vaginal canal.

   
When the vaginal orifice is flooded with sperm following a single penile ejaculation it has literally become a light bearer. My assessment is not based on primitive superstition. It is grounded in empirical science. When a single spermatozoon—which has an average lifespan of 72 hours—is viewed under a microscope, its head burns brightly because it is a miniature sun in its own right. Within each consecutive hour of its 72-hour existence, this sperm cell acquires a new mode for the expression of divine intelligence. The spermatozoon’s ability to cultivate these intelligences ultimately determines its power and luminosity when seen under a microscope.


MGM readers who are familiar with the occult symbolism that underlies the entire biblical narrative are aware that “King Solomon,” was not a historical figure, but the personification of an atom’s nucleus. His many wives are the numerous electrons that surround an atom’s nucleus. The Manhattan Project, which culminated in the creation of the atom bomb, involved stripping the atom of its electrons to unleash the hidden power of its nucleus. Imagine how much hidden power would be unleashed within man if he were stripped of all of his fears, doubts, and insecurities?  You would have an “Adam” bomb on your hands, an explosive example of human brilliance and universal intent.


Christians, Jews, and Muslims who prematurely disregard the fact that King Solomon never existed as a flesh and blood human being should ask themselves a question: if King Solomon was such a wise man who was widely known throughout the ancient world as the Bible tells us, why is there no mention of him in the historical records of the neighboring countries that flourished at the time that he allegedly lived?   


If my question seems a bit unclear or confusing, let me paint a clearer picture for you by using modern history as an example. If the United States did not have photos, video footage, and written records of former U.S. president Richard Nixon, we would still know that he existed as a historical figure because China, Russia, and several other countries across the globe could confirm his existence in THEIR historical records. What evidence is there for King Solomon’s historical existence outside of AbraHamic religious texts (The Torah, Bible and Koran)?


There are Ethiopian kings and Kemetic Nisut Bitys (whom the Greeks incorrectly called Pharaohs) who lived LONG before King Solomon is believed to have existed. Still, neighboring nations ACKNOWLEDGED these men in their historical records.  Why didn’t they do the same thing with King Solomon? It’s because Solomon never existed as a historical figure.

The temple built without a hammer or chisel (1 Kings 6:7) is the physical body of a newborn child. A pregnant woman is an expert mason and a Supreme Architect who obtains her cement in the form of the semen that is mixed in the scrotum of man. A woman consolidates a man’s raw genetic material in her womb and constructs the body of her child, which is her rendition of Solomon’s Temple.  This is why Binah (pronounced Bean-ah), which is the 3rd sephirah on the Kabbalistic Tree of Life, is traditionally regarded as feminine in nature. Conceptually speaking, Binah carries out the same function as the vaginal orifice. It consolidates the subtle matter of light energy into a denser form of matter that we recognize as flesh, blood, and bone. 


It takes sunlight 8 minutes to travel from the sun to the Earth. Meanwhile a single sperm cell—which is a miniature sun its own right—contains 8 chromosomes. This numerical relationship is based on the fact that every sperm cell possesses first-hand knowledge of light’s journey from the sun to planet earth. This knowledge is masterfully encoded into the sperm cell’s chromosomal structure. This encapsulated extraterrestrial intelligence that is contained within a sperm cell is what compels it to travel through a woman’s womb—just as light travels from the sun to the earth—to fertilize a woman’s egg.


    The solar-phallic Heru as drawn by Adika circa 2000

This innate intelligence is also what propels a man to pursue a woman for sexual intercourse. Man has a cosmic mandate to participate in the ritual of fertilization that has been carried out between our sun and earth for billions of years.  Within the Jamaican Pocomania revivalist tradition, the song “Let The Power Fall On I,” takes on special meaning when it is understood within the context of West African life sciences.  During Pocomania revivals people will often circumnavigate around a kettle-drum player counter-clockwise while wearing all white.


Western Astronomers have known for hundreds of years that our planet earth revolves around the sun counter-clockwise, but West African occultists have known this for hundreds of thousands of years.  The Pocomania drummer, who personifies the sun, will utilize a drum beat pattern that promotes what some might call spirit possession. This possession is usually characterized by seemingly unusual conduct that Western psychologists would associate with a neurotic condition known as “mania.” This is because to the Western mind, West African spirituality is clinically insane.


But how should we access the mental health of West Africans who abandon their own spiritual traditions in a sole effort to cater to Western sensibilities?  We would have to conclude that they are truly insane.  When the West African learns to cherish and build on the cultural legacy of his own ancient high cultures, his diamond mind will hold more luster than all of the diamond mines on the continent of Africa.


Cosmopolitan Negro intellectuals who cannot see beyond the stone edifices of ancient Kemet usually turn their noses up at West African history and culture without realizing that the ancient Kemetic culture that they revere so much was actually a synthesis of older African cultures from all across the continent that were preserved for the sake of posterity. I alluded to this last year in The Secret Herstoryof Ma’atematics:  Lunacy or Falsehood?(Pt. 2 of 4).


The Annu priesthood that figured so prominently in the state affairs of ancient Kemet traces its origins back to the Anu people of Nubia, who also established ancient Sumerian civilization. This is why the chief deity of Sumer was known as Anu, Lord of the Heavens.  The African origin of Sumerian civilization is even corroborated in the Hebrew Torah. Meanwhile, the Annu priesthood’s creation cosmology survives today among the Dogon of Mali, who currently reside in West Africa.


As we explore the solar-phallic model for human reproduction, it is worth pointing out that the female reproductive system—which is HIDDEN within a woman’s pelvic region—also resembles the face of the ram-headed Kemetic deity Amen-Ra. The god Ra is the personification of the fiery life force that exists within every man, woman, and child. The name “Amen” means “Hidden” in the ancient Kemetic language.  If you notice, when young children are playing Hide-And-Go-Seek they will often hide themselves like the god Amen, and then jump out of nowhere and scream “Ra!!!” This is how these children express the natural vitality of Amen-Ra that flows through their little bodies.

 
Usually the children will clench their teeth, grimace, and make scary faces when they scream Ra’s name because they intuitively know that Ra is an intense, ferocious, and monstrous energy.  In one respect, Hiram Abiff, the purported builder of Solomon’s Temple in Masonic lore is the HIgh RAM, which is the internal sun god Amen Ra that rises and sets within every man, woman, and child. If you want to raise the solar frequency of Ra within you, one of many things that you can do, is passionately scream the god’s name just as young children do.


Don’t take my word for it. Try it when no one is around if you’re afraid that people will look at you like you’re crazy. It’s therapeutic.  Only now do I understand how the fictional character Mum-Ra from the Thundercats cartoon was able to make the transformation from a decrepit, bandaged old man to a muscle-bounded sorcerer. He always screams Ra’s name while at the height of his transformation.




Cartoons from the 80s tend to stay with people, even into adulthood. This is because they have an imaginative way of conveying the profound metaphysical truths that underlie our everyday lives. Of course Thundercats’ creators had to make Mum-Ra evil because they built his mythology with the cultural rudiments of the ancient Kemetic tradition, which is itself, a direct reflection of a larger African legacy.


When a man inseminates a woman’s vagina he is literally feeding the god Ra that dwells within her.  Women who actually feel their lovers ejaculating inside of their vaginas will usually feel more physically energized and empowered after sexual intercourse than they do after the man ejaculates into a condom, which turns intercourse into a more sophisticated form of masturbation on a meta-sexual level.  This is not a critique of safe sex, but sexually experienced people who are honest with themselves have no choice but to concede that it is not a distortion of the truth, either.


When a woman can actually feel her man precipitating a solar shower within her womb it is a personal confirmation for her that she has successfully completed her task, and that task is making the transformation from a woman to a light bearer which is a living, breathing, temple of light. Whether she is a lesbian or a heterosexual, every evolving woman wants to be filled with divine light. Don’t take my word for it, since I am not a woman. Instead, ask a progressive, forward-thinking woman if she would like to be filled with light.