If you are truly spiritual, then chances are you appreciate high
fashion. Conceptually speaking, clothes with beautiful, intricate designs and
patterns are poly-chromatic geometrized auric fields vibrating at a frequency
that is just slow enough for you to see them with your naked eyes. When you see
some fly shit—whether on a man, or a manikin—you stare at it for a reason. The
visual speaks directly to your personal wants, needs, lusts and desires.
I appreciate fine clothing. It doesn’t have to be designer wear,
either. When I have a fresh cut from the barber, and I’m wearing fragrant
cologne or scented oils with my choice of new apparel, I walk the street as
copper-toned perfection robed in starlight, gold, and glory. I blaze new trails
of preferred possibility. You can’t hurt my style. I’m pretty sure that you can
relate, to this majestic state of grace.
But what makes clothing so appealing to us? Why do we feel such a
rush of excitement when we walk out of our homes with well-made garments with
beautiful colors, designs, and textures? We flirted with the answer to these
questions in the very first paragraph.
Perhaps we should delve a little deeper to reach a common core of
understanding.
Our best thoughts define us because they reflect the true essence of who we are. A man is what he does
most frequently, but his habits are based on his conscious thoughts as well as
the mental impressions that he has internalized over time. A man cannot
generate any internal vision of beauty unless that beauty is already within
him.
However beauty comes in many forms. More often than not, people
crave a form of beauty that they either FEEL that they don’t innately have, or they
think they are severely lacking in. Color, shape, and texture are the symbolic
representations of timeless universal principles. Just as letters combine to
form words, the alphabet of color, form, and texture combine to produce a
different kind of word that can only be read by the soul.
This “word,” which consists of a variety of woven fabrics that
function as letters, exemplifies the very principles that we want to cultivate
within ourselves INTERNALLY. Through well-fashioned pieces of clothing we add
these desired qualities to ourselves EXTERNALLY. In the process, we tell the
world “this is what I value; this is the idealized version of me that I would
like to reflect back to myself and project to the outer world today.”
The soul of man yearns for self expression, and this is achieved
when he cloaks his flesh in garments that visually define the universal
principles that his soul wishes to cultivate internally through direct human
experience. In short, fashion can literally aid in the advancement of the soul’s
journey on earth. Soulful people love nice clothes because their capacity to
simultaneously internalize, and embody, the totality of creation through their
adornments is simply unlimited. As a collective, they makeup the singular
intelligence that brought creation as we know it into being.
There are many great fashion designers, but a SUPERIOR designer is
one who has traversed the empathic bridge that allows her to step into the
heart of all humanity with her left foot forward. There is more
that I can share. For those who seek further elaboration I do creative
consulting.
When we talk about the history of modern fashion, it would be a
huge mistake if we ignored the contributions of those Moors who occupied
Europe, especially those who were
Christian in their political orientation.
Damian Fonseca (1573-1640) was a Spanish author who witnessed the impact that these Moors had on Spain’s fashion scene nearly a century after the Reconquista, which was the Spanish reclamation of Spain from Moorish dominion in the latter part of the 15th century. When the Christian Moors (Moriscos) were being driven out of their Valencian homes in 1609, there were reports of mass lootings of their personal belongings which were left behind.
Damian Fonseca (1573-1640) was a Spanish author who witnessed the impact that these Moors had on Spain’s fashion scene nearly a century after the Reconquista, which was the Spanish reclamation of Spain from Moorish dominion in the latter part of the 15th century. When the Christian Moors (Moriscos) were being driven out of their Valencian homes in 1609, there were reports of mass lootings of their personal belongings which were left behind.
Many of their possessions were sold by bidders at mass
auctions. In an English translation I
obtained from Fonseca’s book Relacion de la expulsion de la Moriscos del
reino de Valencia, we read:
“They held there a very cheap fair of extremely
rich clothes in the Moorish style, beds, tents, sheets, towels worked in gold,
wonderfully made shirts, very fine pieces of linen, with many other things, and
whoever had money, at small expense returned home rich with these jewels.”
On the heels of this ethnic cleansing campaign, the Spanish
government went so far as to pass legislation that forbade members of the
general public from dressing like Moors, despite the fact that Moorish fashion was
already popular with Europe’s aristocracy going back to at least the 13th
century.
Dedicated students of America’s colonial period may recall that as
early as the 18th century, Black Native American women living in New Spain—which
included the state now known as Louisiana—were required to cover their heads
with scarves as a result of the Tignon Laws enacted by governor Esteban
Rodriguez Miro, who of course, was a Spaniard. Spain purchased the land now
known as Louisiana from the French before giving it back to them in 1803.
The United States purchased the land from Napoleon Bonaparte that
same year after the French autocrat was seriously weakened by the Haitian
Uprising. The defeat handed to Napoleon by Haitian rebels crushed his dream of
building an empire in the Americas. Apparently, Haiti was able to conquer the
French by assembling what we might call
a supernatural Voltron. This entity was quite literally an aggregate of dark
energy intelligences working as one cohesive unit under the auspices of Vodun
priests. That’s another story I’ll save for another day.
The intricate beauty of Black women’s highly decorated natural
hairstyles, which included bird feathers and precious stones, were making white
women in Louisiana jealous as their white husbands and fiancés expressed a
sexual appreciation for natural Black feminine beauty. Black women were forced
to wear modest scarves called tignons to dull their natural light in the midst
of deeply rooted jealousy.
I suspect that these fears rested on the concern that European male settlers would openly court these women in marriage, which would potentially transfer stolen land and property back into the hands of the original Black natives of America it was stolen from. I suggest that you read the book Devil's Lane: Sex & Race in the Early South to draw your own conclusions.
I suspect that these fears rested on the concern that European male settlers would openly court these women in marriage, which would potentially transfer stolen land and property back into the hands of the original Black natives of America it was stolen from. I suggest that you read the book Devil's Lane: Sex & Race in the Early South to draw your own conclusions.
As I escort you on this abbreviated cat walk through centuries
you’ve probably noticed a pattern developing. Black excellence in fashion has
historically been a rabid assault on the “white” inferiority complex. For the
Black hairstylist, or weaver of exquisite cloths, being true to an ancient
cultural identity—while remaining innovative in that endeavor—is in and of
itself, a revolutionary act.
Some readers will say that I should not call myself, or other people
of a similar complexion, “Black” because it’s no better than the terms “Negro”
or “Colored” which were coined by European colonizers who sought to give me an
inferior social status by using a form of word sorcery known as legalese. I can respect the rationality of this stance
as it relates to navigating through the U.S. court system and engendering a spirit
of nationhood. Both are key aspects of the human experience in America.
However the black cosmos that I am a microcosm of is older,
bigger, and far more important, than the U.S. court system. Moreover, none of the European colonial lawmakers knew
that they were actually venerating us by calling us Black, because they were
not empirical scientists. They had no knowledge of dark matter and dark energy,
or the role of these elements in creation.
At the 2013 Nobel Conference astrophysicist and Nobel laureate,
George Smoot, explained that dark matter is not what holds the physical
structure of the universe together. Instead he specifically said that it
literally IS “the true structure in the universe” which is reportedly shaped
like an EGG, which therefore makes our physical universe a dark Oval Office, of
sorts. What are the social implications
of this when we follow the universal principle of correspondence which says “As
Above, So Below” to its inevitable end?
It implies that the only SOCIAL structure on planet earth that can
effectively determine global policy in accord with universal principles is a
feminine (egg), Dark Matter power structure, which is essentially a Black
female power structure. The most powerful man on Earth is the one who has been
willfully appointed as King by a council of Black women and consciously
acknowledged as the primary authority of instruction within the collective
psychology of the global populace.
To authoritatively preside over the affairs of nations, you must
pass through The Ring of Fire and be crowned by the black vaginal orifice you
figuratively call the Oval Office. To this day, the Oval Office remains the
most precious room—A coveted SeaT
of authority—in the collapsing global white house.
When you adopt the mantle
of Blackness you are wrapping yourself in the vestments of cosmic power and
universal law, which is in stark contrast to relative colored law which is
man-made. In the realm of physics, black is not considered a color, although
every color of the visible light spectrum is within it. Those who call
themselves “Black” are the Light Bearers, and the true projectors in this dark Technicolor
movie theater known as the holographic universe.
We generate this holographic light show called third dimensional reality
when we gaze into Oshun’s mirror with the goddess’ curtain of beads covering
our faces. This adornment stimulates Third Eye function because it inhibits the
sight of the first two eyes that deceive the foolish. However those same two eyes
can also be healthy and useful when in the possession of a wise man or woman.
This is the paradox of light and the seeming contradictions of those who are
the chosen bearers of it.
The judge you plead your sovereignty case to wears black, in
acknowledgment of the Black judge Ausar who determines the fate of those whose
hearts have been weighed by Ma’at’s scales of justice. Those copper-toned men
and women who say that they are not Black plead to have their independence
acknowledged by a man or woman who is
AUTHENTICATED in the courtroom by the BLACK garb that they wear. This is
very ironic to me.
Even in medieval alchemical literature it is specifically stated
that the “Ethiopian” is the most promising candidate for alchemical
transformation into gold because he starts off as BLACK lead. Think about all
of this for a minute. If you see “Black” as a label that is inherently
crippling, then maybe—just maybe—the joke’s on you.
Only blackness grants us
access to the infinite and the unseen, which is why people of all races dream
and meditate with their eyes closed. Black is the “prima materia” of manifestation. I don’t see any NEW art or science
manifesting out of the minds of those who perceive “Black” as a shameful title.
They are like wayward trees that have severed their cosmic roots from the
fertile soil of the Dark Mother.
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When I say that I am a Moor I am proudly identifying with a rich
cultural background that is supranational in its scope. It is a term that
captures who I inherently am, as well as my role in the western world as a
practitioner and patron of the arts and sciences. The Moors are the architects
of modern Western society. If you currently live in a Western society and enjoy
the convenience of shopping for a wide variety of international foods at the
market, or value buying nice clothes, going to the club, raiding libraries for
books, pursuing a university education—then you are appreciative of a social
paradigm that is distinctly Moorish in origin.
You are what you personally identify with most. I identify most
with the victors of history, not the victims. The only copper-toned men in the
modern Western world who have been victors for any significant period of time
are those who are identified as Moors. This is actual and factual.
When I say that I am Black I am not defining myself as the so-called white
man’s polar opposite, nor am I describing my skin complexion which is clearly
dark brown to anyone who can see. When I tell you that I am Black, I am
referring to my greater cosmic identity which predates my descent into this
holy grail of experience made of flesh, blood, and bone. I am the compelling mystery
that conceals the light of luminous stars; I am the unlimited range of possibilities
staring back at you when you gaze at the vast night sky. As a microcosmic expression of the entire
universe, my soul is beyond the jurisdiction of any terrestrial court or
government.
Soul Travel
My flesh is the rented fabric that our rich earth has sponsored.
When my time comes, my flesh will return to its recycling facility where
maggots and worms perform their daily labors. The bickering children on YouTube
would have you believe that you cannot be “Black” and be a “Moor” but father
knows best. By the way, tell me who’s your daddy?
Better yet, what is this mysterious dark energy that I speak of?
It is the vital essence of every single ancestor that you and I have ever had
going back billions of years and beyond. The universe is constantly expanding
because our blood relatives are constantly dying. They all return to the Celestial Pool of
Power in the ethers we draw from when we give them their due acknowledgment and
reverence.
Nothing in the universe, but our thoughts, can stop us from
accomplishing our goals. This is because the dark universe is on our side once
we embrace it and stop seeing ourselves as an “other” in relation to it. The
entire universe is within you. Evert
star, every planet, every inch of blackness in the serene night sky has been
condensed into a dark liquid crystal that flows through your veins. You are
here as a living testament to the beauty and wonder of both the Creator and its
creation. Nice clothes visually remind us that there are literally countless
ways of cloaking ourselves in the principles that govern life and creation.
The laced half boot, skull cap, bangle bracelet, stockings, leather boot with buckles that wrap around
the calves, women’s platform shoe, hooded burnus, and silk button-up shirt,
were all popularized in Europe by Moorish fashion designers. Moorsish men were so well noted for their
sense of chivalry, charm, and fashion, that they were often cast as romantic
figures in Spanish ballads, poems, and short stories even after the
Reconquista.
Ascetic readers may
question why I would even equate fashion with spirituality. After all, beauty
is only skin deep, right? Those who believe so are Third Eye Blind. I’m almost
certain that an ugly person coined that phrase. Only a beautiful person would
know that there are many things that can make a person beautiful, one of them
being their character, which is anything but skin deep. We know this to be true
because people who have beautiful character have an uncanny ability to penetrate
the walls and barriers we build around ourselves. These people resonate with
our core values so we find compelling beauty in them.
Your garments can be used as a wearable vision board that moves you closer
to accomplishing whatever you need to for that day. This is why you have a “dress
code” because your thought patterns can be “encoded” by the clothes that you
wear once you’ve seen your own reflection in the mirror. Every time you put on
clothes you are initiating a ritual. Where is your ritual taking you today?