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Wednesday, October 30, 2013

The Magnificent Morocco: Vodou Visions from the Mountain Top




Arm, Leg, Leg, Arm, Head - this is God body
Knowledge, wisdom, freedom, understanding - we just want our equality
Food, clothing, shelter - help a nigga find some peace
Happiness for a gangsta, ain't no love in the streets
Conspiracy theorist screaming Illuminati
They can’t believe this much skill is in the human body
He's 6’2, how the fuck he fit in a new Bugatti?
Aw fuck it you got me
Question religion, question it all
Question existence until them questions are solved
Meanwhile this heretic I be out in Marrakesh
Morocco smoking hashish with my fellowship
Y'all dwell on devil shitI’m in a Diablo Yellow shit
Color of Jello-O shit
Hello bitch, it's me again
Fresh in my Easter clothes feeling like Jesus and”

                                                                    -  Jay-Z, Heaven


The short documentary at the bottom of this post is entitled Invisibles GuardiansIt briefly examines the spiritual tradition of Morocco’s Hamadcha Brotherhood. According to the documentary’s official description, the brotherhood “was founded in Morocco by Sidi Ali Ben Hamdouch and Sidi Ahmed Dghoughi. The legend tells of them bringing back from Sudan, the spirit of the Muslim princess, Lalla Aisha, for her to assist in the fight against Evil forces. Nowadays, Lalla Aisha is well-known in Morocco. Unveiled in this documentary by means of a man, Mohammedin el mejdoub, and a woman, Nadia, is the nature of the relations uniting Lalla Aisha and her affiliated community.”

The film, produced by French cultural anthropologist Lisa Therme, and directed by Eliane de Latour, lends further credence to the thesis I proposed in Wut Da Fux Iz A Moor? (Part 2 of 2). Therein I explain that Islam, and other Western religions, have traditionally served as covers that allow Africans to practice their art and spiritual sciences in peace without incurring the suspicions of rabid religious zealots who are hopelessly infected with Abrahamic bias. As you may notice from watching this production filmed in the Zerhoun mountains of northern Morocco, what the Hamadcha Brotherhood practice is not fundamentally different from what a Vodun mambo may practice in an oum’phor in Jacmel, Haiti.

In his book Secrets of Voodoo, Milo Rigaud says of those possessed by Vodou loas that “even the sick who are mounted by the mystères instantly manifest a complete disregard for their illness or infirmity. It is not unusual to see a sick person who has scarcely dragged himself into the peristyle get up vigorously, after being mounted, and start to dance, to gesticulate frenetically, and even to leap” (p.46). 

In the documentary Nadia speaks of a similar phenomenon when she explains how she is relieved of the pain in her feet in the presence of Lalla  Aisha, who is also known as “Aisha Essoudaniyah” which means “Aisha the Sudanese,” or “Aisha the Nubian.” Some readers will object to my reference to the Hamadcha Brotherhood’s activities as “Vodou” because they don’t have a fundamental understanding of what Vodou is.

It should be duly noted that the term “Vodou” is actually a very generic term, and it means “The Mysteries.” With that said, the spiritual sciences of ancient Kemet and Sumer can accurately be referred to as “Vodou” without stirring any cognitive dissonance in the minds of those who actually comprehend what the ancient Kemau and Sumerians were practicing in their own time. Vodou is not necessarily specific to Haiti, Benin, Dahomey, or Burkina Faso although it has strong antecedents in these areas. The entire African continent has contributed to Vodou’s development, and this fact should be acknowledged.  

Although I could be wrong, it appears to me that the goat sacrifice that you will see in this documentary has, at the very least, an astrological component to it. I say this because the goat is the zodiacal totem for Capricorn which is synonymous with internal purification when placed in the sixth house of Virgo. It could be a coincidence that the people involved in the sacrifice have lit six burning candle sticks on the ground to represents the flames of alchemical purification that are unique to Capricorn in Virgo. Capricorn is ruled by the god “Saturn” from whom we get the word “Satan,” which simply means “adversary” in Hebrew.

If you see “God” as your adversary then you are “Satanic” because you are taking an adversarial stance towards God. However if you see The Devil as your adversary, then you are ALSO “Satanic,” because you have decidedly taken an adversarial stance against The Devil. The wise man is the one who abandons this entire dichotomy altogether, because it is rooted in Iranian dualism, a religious philosophy developed by the direct descendants of the Indo-European Neanderthals. Your personal identification with any one of the two extremes of “good’ or “evil” places you outside of the good graces of balance and equilibrium. In Africa’s Kemetic tradition we find that the priest-scribe Ani only enters into the abode of the gods once he embodies Ma’at, which is balance.

The planet Saturn is known as the “Lord of Karma” within the context of so-called “Western astrology.” It is plausible that the ritual participants in the video you are about to watch are sacrificing the goat to extricate themselves from the clutches of karma by releasing the goat’s life force (its blood) which has a frequency resonance akin to the Saturnian intelligence that will etherically feed off of the goat. Nevertheless, this is just my speculation. I do not posit it as THE truth although my assessment seems reasonable to me.

When someone is dying to be your  adversary for no intelligent reason, it’s usually wiser to  sidestep them and keep it moving. If you passionately engage them then you will become their adversary, which brings you under the Satanic programming mechanism of Iranian dualism. This philosophical legacy of  ancient Neanderthal man was ultimately adopted by the flamboyant papal booty-bangers from the priesthood of Vaticanus. The spiritually impoverished get caught up in all of this god versus the devil shit. Let’s operate from our crown chakras. Ultra violet shit. Color of irises shit, uh. Hello bitch! It’s me again. Lookin fresh in neo-Moorish attire. Ya boy’s a live wire.

Most of the people you will meet in your life are lifetime grand jurors who are riding with either the prosecuting attorney (Satan “the accuser”) or the defense attorney (the tender, loving, and benevolent God).  I just keep my ass out of the court room altogether unless I am being employed by a media outlet to report the facts of the case to the public as a responsible and discerning journalist. Justice is blind and Librans can be very naive. However the path of the fool in the tarot is also the path of self-mastery.

While the Invisibles Guardians is only 30 minutes long it will certainly enrich you and your understanding of traditional African spirituality. Shout out to critically acclaimed R&B vocalist Billy D for bringing the documentary to my attention. Click on the link below to view the documentary

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Architect Music (Lyrics with References)


“I don't have to curse in my verse to put this beat in a hearse/ The magic of word, sound, and power causes illusions  to disperse/ A reverent descendant of  Black Nobility/ Return of the Djed/ Build for stability/ Decked in Ghanaian gold armor I bomb ya/ A dedicated farmer of Dharma/ Planting seeds of hope at the stroke of a pen/ that blasts shells and casts spells stirring the minds of mortal men/ I'm all alone on my throne of bones in the heart of a digital lion's den/ Spilling melodic ink blends/ for fine unfettered friends of truth/ My tower of power brings solar showers when raised in the  womb, or a  booth/ I'm so Eiffel/ Always delightful/ Inseminating minds with pregnant rhymes from the hallowed barrel of my phallic riffle/ Within the blink of a cherry's eye, you've missed 9  menstrual cycles/ I ain't no joke, but I'm a jester/ Bless a nester in the final trimester through the birth waters of understanding/ Ain't no Gap in my Band, my man/ I'm folding “Outstanding” dead faces/ in the comfort of offshore lands/ nestled in exotic spaces and places/ I'm demanding of me and myself/ Your mind’s your only true wealth/ I'm steady molding my vision/ with craft and precision/ staining eternity with the refractions of thoughts filtered through mental prisms...” – Adika Butler

Cleverly Distorted Sample?



Don't laugh at the contender below. It's all in how you chop up the beat while keeping its core essence intact

Monday, October 7, 2013

The Restoration of Eulis: Passing thoughts on Paschal Beverly Randolph




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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