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The Conversation We Need to Have Part 2

“If I were in charge of everything, like whites are…you know? I would never treat them the way they treat us.” That was the statement uttered by my friend, X. Her boyfriend, however, has expressed a Nat Turner-like revenge killing spree.

Then, a few of my commenters have expressed, quite openly, that “perhaps we would do the same things that whites have done. After all, who would want to give up their luxury and privilege?”

Dr. Muhammad was murdered because of his threat. What threat was that? The one J. Edgar Hoover was deathly afraid of: The Rise of the Black Messiah. I’ve sat long and hard about this controversial topic. I’ve discussed it privately and with all honestly, where do you draw the line between justice and revenge?

Are they one and the same?

Would God/Jah/Allah/Elohim/Yahweh/Amun-RA approve?

I wondered if I had the soul to do it.

May I let you in on a little secret the Holy Creator shared with me?

White people wonder that EVERY.DAMN.DAY. That is the root of their fear.

So what do you think?

If you, Blackman/Blackwoman had the power, the real power to do as you wished, would you treat whites the way that they have and CONTINUE to treat us?


Introducing Marcus Kwame Anderson: Painter

Peter Tosh Art

Sun Daughter

I was looking for some African Art and stumbled upon Marcus’ website. After looking into the eyes of this sweet angel, I wanted to know who the painter was. I contacted him and was delighted that he responded.

Makes me wanna holla

It’s very rare that an artist makes you feel life pulsating through the screen. This painting, “Makes me Wanna Holler”, speaks to me on more ways than one. I questioned him on his inspiration:

I feel like creating art wasn’t necessarily a choice. I’ve been compelled to create art of one kind or another since I was very young. I have a lot of ideas and I’ve always been drawn to creating. I find art to be therapeutic. I’ve been making art since I could pick up a crayon. I colored and drew like most children, but I never stopped. In grade school I wrote and illustrated stories, in middle and high school I created comics and paintings. Now I teach art, paint, draw, make comics and a do freelance work. 

I’ve always been inspired by artists who used their creative voice to speak on issues. I draw a lot of inspiration from music. Bob Marley, Nina Simone, and Peter Tosh are just a few of the musicians that inspired me. The way that they incorporated social commentary into their work showed me that I could make art and say something at the same time. I’ve been inspired by many visual artists. Honestly, I find inspiration everywhere: in people that I meet, nature, the city, my children, and the wealth and beauty of the African diaspora. Inspiration is everywhere if you’re paying attention.   Marcus K. Anderson

If that doesn’t make you swoon, nothing will. Please support this very talented artist by spreading the word about his shops:

We have all that you need to uplift the black community. Art, T-Shirts, Greeting Cards, Food, Jewelry, etc…Please spread the word and buy black and black only! Instead of buying random art from big box stores, support those that look like you. Buy Black!


African Meditation Session

For the past few weeks, I’ve been thinking hard about the Spiritual war that lurks just in the midst. As Carbon Peoples, we are the most targeted and hunted race on earth. According to my research and the many conversations I’ve had with black scholars, our worldwide manhunt is not without good reason.

There is an entity in this universe that made us in His image. He or She is what you call I AM or God or The Creator.


For reasons unknown, for now, He was hunted, jailed and lynched. His blood courses through our veins and we, Melanin Peoples, are His/Her descendants. I cannot prove that I AM is real and many of you will shout and scream with utmost certainty that there is no On High. That it is fiction and a deadly game used to keep us downtrodden. If you’ve been reading my blog for any length of time now, you’ll know that I am NOT religious…but Spiritual. They are not one and the same. I’ve read the Quran, The Torah, The Bible, Followed the Dogon, The 12 lost Tribes (I belong to the tribe of Benjamin), The Egyptian Gods Osiris, Isis and Horus and have read about Shamanism. All of them have a story about “The One.”

If you do not wish to partake in this meditation session due to your disbelief that such an entity is real, then simply put, this post is NOT for you.

Our melanin is singularly the most powerful element on this planet. Period. People kill for it. Die for it. And murder and kidnap for it. We are literally the universe personified. We have the power to create our reality just with our thoughts. Sound strange? What if I told you when we are “activated” our power will enable us to fly. Enable us to crush Mount Everest with a single blow of breath? What if I told you it is this power that is currently being used AGAINST us? Oh yes, it is real.

Tonight, I shall ask every African that reads this blog to partake in a mental exercise with our brethren. The stars are aligned and the universe awaits our commands. Here goes:

Imagine yourself surrounding the sun with every African on earth. Imagine you taking the hand of your Carbon relative. As you hold hands, breathe deeply and let the sun’s rays envelop you. Feel the heat on your skin. Allow it to empower you…to activate your pineal gland. Even though the heat may feel too hot to bear, it does not scorch you because it is the source of your power. You are in control of the heat and in control of the heat you will now emit.

As you encircle the sun, you feel the energy coming from each and every African on earth. You can hear their thoughts and they can hear yours. Your vibes are now fully in sync. You have the ability now to communicate with them…all of them without saying one word.

Now, each and every single one of you, mediate on what kind of world you would like. Mediate on what you wish to see happen in the near future. What will happen? Where will it happen? When? How? Play out the exact imagery in your minds and BE SPECIFIC!!!!!! Do not leave any detail out. Meditate on this imagery every single night, all of you, before bed. Image every black person on planet earth meditating with you and wanting the exact same things.

Do this nightly.

And when you have the EXACT imagery figured out, Speak it out loud. Words are more powerful than you can ever imagine. They cast spells, fight demons and empower you far beyond your wildest imagination. Speak your thoughts ALOUD to the Creator and trust that your plea will be heard. Be patient and watchful for clues. The High Creator will show you signs that She/He has heard you and your cries will be answered. You must be the one to see the signs as they are presented to you. It may be in a book. A bumper sticker. Even a stranger on the street that comes up to you and echoes your exact thoughts.

Do this nightly and grow stronger in your Spirituality. The war that we will face will be like no other war ever presented on earth. The only way to fight what is coming is by Spiritual strengthening. Guns, money, diamonds…are totally useless. This is not about the material but the eternal struggle for the soul.


The Rise of Pornography in a White Nation and How it Affects Black Relationships

Ron Jeremy

Without sounding like I’ve been living in some underground tunnel, I never knew who Jenna Jamison and Peter North were. I remember my friend’s dad having a hidden stash of girlie magazines that he thought no one knew about and looking with horror and amazement at the *cough* flexibility of the couples. Somewhere in the corners of my young mind, I knew that such things should not be publicized for the world to see. But I never knew the significance of how it would affect the courtship of black men and women til I got older.

Listening to my girlfriends in high school share very intimate details of their experiences where they thought they were “in love” only to be discarded afterwards for another unsuspecting female, I wondered where the notion came from. Sex without love. Sex without feeling. Sex without regret. Sex for the sake of sex.

Researching this post has been eye-opening to say the least. When our African ancestors chose a mate, they chose:

1. Someone who would provide land, food, protection and comfort for their unborn children

2. Someone who had a reputable background

3. Someone that they knew and preferably grew up with

4. Someone who would be a leader, usually male, for their sons

It was deeply spiritual, intensely earthy and rooted in tradition. As I researched this post, I wondered how the world of porn ended up in our black lives and how it altered our relationships. I came up with a few sources rooted in Greek and Roman pedophilia but as I delved deeper into White AmeriKlan’s Flesh Industry, I found this:

Linda Lovelace

Deep Throat was one of the first AmeriKlan sexploitation films to have:

A plot

An actress

An actual screenplay

A production team

From that moment on, white, Christian AmeriKlan’s were introduced to a very potent drug and have never looked back. May I also point out that the porn industry coincided with the white feminist movement. Feminism or Zionism (they are one and the same) was created by the Luciferian Jew, Rockefeller, to hoodwink white women into believing that her man was her enemy. She believed, through careful indoctrination, that he was “holding her back” and sex was “rape”. Having the white woman enter the workforce to compete with men for “power and respect”, the children were left in the hands of The State to be brainwashed. Since we live in a white-dominated society, their illnesses became our illnesses. We witness white males exploiting white females on film and we aspire to do the same. What I’d like to know is, how did the black community go from being conservative with private sexual matters to this:

Montana Fishburne

For those of you that are unaware, Montana Fishburne, daughter of Larry Fishburne, decided to go the way of Kim Kardashian and Paris Hilton to get “famous.” She debased herself on film with NO results. It would appear that The Divided Snakes does not reward an African female for debauchery. She was mocked, criticized and ostracized instead.

Black Family, do you think our desire to “be like them” is what contributed to the loss of black love and respect? Do you think that white flesh industry has influenced our relationships and ultimately us?  What does this say to our children in relation to sex in the name of Spiritual sanctity?


Jimmy Cliff Live


My Vision

I’ve been meditating more than usual lately. In fact, almost nightly I speak to the Most High and meditate on answers. My fear of this “gift” I’ve inherited is slowing disappearing. Yesterday after I watered my seedlings and worked around the yard, I felt the effects of the hot sun at last. Thirsty and sunkissed, I came inside. Without realizing it, I must have fallen asleep. I saw, in my dream, myself on the phone talking to a blogger buddy of mine. Her voice was clear, “Truth, do you believe in alchemy?”

“Alchemy? Yes…it’s very real. Alchemy is what Evil is using to keep us down and asleep.”

Suddenly I seemed to know everything about words and the power they have to cast spells. As I rattled away with my new found knowledge, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a bird perched on my credenza in the living room. The bird seemed to have been there for a very long time but for some reason, I never noticed it. It was no ordinary bird. It had the head of an owl and two huge black eyes as big as my dinner plates with a hueman mouth. Pretty, red feathers adorned its belly and it’s claws resembled a dragon. My friend was listening intently to my explanations when, out of nowhere, I sat up, looked directly at the bird-owl in slow motion and realized that it was real. It was watching over all of us simultaneously but it seemed to be just in my house. Then I spoke to it:

“You know I can see you, right? I know you are there. I see you. You’re not invisible. I can see you.”

The animal cocked it huge head to one side and made no move. So I repeated my statement, “I see you!” In complete and total shock, the bird opened its eyes to an abnormal width and height and its hueman mouth formed a surprised “O”. Its perfectly arched eyebrows rose in alarm. I spoke again feeling the power of Our Lord, “I belong to Christ and I can see you!”

It lifted its feathers, flapped its wings in indignation and disappeared.

My friend on the phone did not seem to suspect anything nor did she hear the exchange between the bird and myself. It’s as though I was the only one that knew. I snapped out of my trance only to realize that my eyes were open…I saw what I saw with open eyes. When I spoke to Dr. Bey, she told me how Europeans have been in Africa, the islands and in Haiti studying us for centuries. She told me that the military has been working on a branch of PsyOps (psychological operations) that deal just in telepathy. Credo Mutwa has even spoken of how the European would bypass the oil and diamond mines for one visit with a shaman. And Dr. Anderson’s wife, Joann, told me that once upon a time we were able to communicate with our minds like Charles Xavier from X-Men.

It is surely no coincidence that every scholar I’ve been fortunate enough to speak with has uttered the word “Alchemy” or “Shamanism” in some variation. It is my firm belief that the reason why we cannot wake up as a race is because of what has been done to us on a metaphysical level.

Our Chakras are under constant attack with the food, chemicals in the air, the music we listen to, tel-lie-vision and our inability to release our lower carnal self. Tell me your thoughts on this newest vision of mine. Do you think some kind of planetary spell is at play? And why are some of us more susceptible to it than others?


More Black Survival Tips

As you know, Hurricane Sandy obliteraed parts of NY, NJ, CT and PA. I had no lights or heat in the freezing PA winter for 6 days and nights. If not for my wood burning stove…

Then the PLANNED Boston attacks happened and Martial Law took effect. My ex-coworker from Auburn, MA email me to tell me that it’s finally happened: A police state has arrived in the Divided Snakes.

Martial Law Excercise in Effect

Martial Law at your front door

Planning well is the first step towards survival. It is better to have more than you need and not use it, than to need it and not have it. The other day, I went out and saw a garage sale down the street from my house. Curiosity won over and I pulled over to glance at any items I may need to stock up on.

Then I saw this:

Butterfly Stove

What’s that you ask?

It’s called a Butterfly Kerosene Stove. It’s easily assembled and is very fuel efficient. I got this little puppy used, but in great condition, for a fraction of the cost! The owner was all too happy to part with it especially since he brought a huge portable stove on wheels that runs on cooking grease. I researched this little stove and it’s amazing what it can do. I decided I needed an oven to bake muffins and biscuits and found this:

Camp Oven

It’s called a Campers Oven and it’s easily available on Ebay or Walmart. I got mine used and beat up at the Salvation Army for 7.00. I cleaned it up and coated it with a fresh coat of heat-resistant paint, you know, the kind you paint your grill with. The results? A pretty darn good-looking, almost new oven to bake my banana muffins in. I tested out the oven by toasting my homemade bread and it works very well. You just have to keep a keen eye on the oven temperature to avoid burning your baked goods. And no, my bread did not smell or taste like kerosene.

You can find the Butterfly stove on Ebay or Craigslist for super cheap. They come in 1, 2 or 3 burners and can withstand a heavy stock pot. Also, the single burner is PORTABLE and fits easily in your trunk. I tested it out all week long with FULL, heavy meals like:


Oatmeal for breakfast

Grilled chicken

Brown Rice…

and it works like a charm. Please invest in one and buy some kerosene and stock it away. When the lights no longer come on, have you thought about how you’ll eat? Or feed the kids? Another great thing about this little gem is when shit hits the fans and your neighbours see smoke coming out of your chimney and they’re freezing and HUNGRY, what will you do when they show up on your doorstep asking to come in? With this stove, not one soul will know you can cook full, hearty meals! Sometimes the best way to hide is in plain sight.

By the way, this was the meal I made on my new kerosene stove:

Vegetable Stir fry

A yummy vegetable stir fry over brown rice.

The worse time to get prepared for an event is when the event is already taking place. Please research ways of cooking that do not require electricity.


Open Discussion #13

I’ve decided to take some more time off this week and focus on my gardening and working around the house. One thing I have to do that I’ve been putting off is canning. Enjoy this open thread.


Introducing NZinga: Black is Beautiful Art and T-Shirts


C.H.U.B.B. T-Shirt

You know, just when I think we can’t get more creative, I’m proven wrong. NZinga has given the black family inspiration that you can wear. When I contacted her about why she chose this particular brand of black ownership, she gave me an earful:

 I think God has always uplifted me, it was me who got in my own way…but that’s true for a lot of us I think. I think personally for black people, in business and in life in general, we should focus more on creating more of what we say we want: black love, unity, support, fellowship, respect, etc…be what we say we want more of in the world and not focus wasted energy on what we don’t want or what disturbs or bothers us. We cannot control other people or their karma; but we can totally control ours. So that’s my opinion.
I want more black love and uplifting and positive imagery and so I want to live that and be an example of that. Nothing is by chance, accident or happen stance. Coalesce with those of like mind and be assured we will all get to where we need to be. Since I believe we all as God spirits chose to come here to learn and grow; nobody is suffering for naught.


We should ALL aspire to be like this beautiful, young woman. When I saw this picture:

“He’s got the whole world in his hands”

I knew I’d have to get it. Black Family, ownership is the key to freedom. Ownership is the answer to our situation. Ownership will put us on the right track for black salvation. We are the most creative beings on earth! That’s why everyone takes from us. Please support black-owned businesses and keep the dollar circulating 10, 15, 20 times!!! When you buy black and black only, the money NEVER leaves your community. We all win.

Please support this shop and all other shops I’ve listed on my blog.

Coming Soon: Sankofa: An African Collective Store


Blacks and Health: The Natural Way to Heal #12

Our ancestors called Tea Tree oil “liquid gold”.

Tea Tree Antiseptic

If I were to list all the wonderful properties this “doctor in a bottle” has, I’d been typing til next week.

Our indigenous ancestors in Australia used this potent, slightly camphor-smelling tree “sap” as an antifungal and antiviral medicine for centuries. The leaves were crushed then inhaled to treat coughs and sore throats. Steamed in boiling water, the leaves made a great antiseptic wash for cuts, open wounds and other skin ailments.Tea tree oil is not just soothing and disinfecting, it is capable of penetrating into the lower skin layers with its anti-inflammatory, disinfectant and analgesic (pain-killing) properties. 

Tea tree oil exhibits expectorant and balsamic characteristics, which are especially beneficial in the case of throat or chest infections, having a generally soothing and clearing (mucus-expelling) effect on the entire respiratory tract. It is also effective against head colds.

Every black household should have a bottle of this amazing sap to prevent:




Sore throat (use as a gargle with 2 parts water)

Tooth pain/ infection




Cuts and bruises

Minor burns

Head lice

The smell is quite strong and it is very potent so only a drop or two is needed. Please relearn the healing properties of our ancestors medicines. Soon, we will have to rely on them for help.

Next Article: Turmeric


Dropping Out of the System: A Tangible Way to Regain Black Freedom

 They know whatever we focus on, it will become reality. It is as though we are creating THEIR reality by default alone. —— Umoja

A black reader wrote to me recently to ask me this question, “Ummm… don’t get mad, Truth, I know you’ve been talking about this for some time now, but how exactly do I drop out of this system?”

For those of you who are also wondering this same thing, this post is for you. I want everyone who reads this blog to know one thing that I’ve known my entire life. Black people throughout the diaspora have no friends, no allies and no one to call on in a time of desperate need. We are alone in this fight. Even though we love to use the term Persons of Colour, in my estimation, it is a farce. We are universally hated, universally ostracized and universally made to be the scapegoat for all huemanity. Every Coloured race has a free organization where food and supplies, even money, is given to them to help support their needs. This I know for a fact.

I’ve watched Spanish speaking Africans cook for each other, give each other bus fare and rent out a room to their brothers and sisters for as little as 20.00 a month. They understand the universal law of “taking care of their own”, something we have yet to understand. I’ve seen Asians come to this country with no money, no clothes, no food…and miraculously turn around and own a store, a restaurant and a laundromat in 5 years! What’s their secret? They understand the universal law of “taking care of their own.”

Jews in Brooklyn never speak to anyone about their business, their child’s education, their job, their whereabouts, their food, their lives nor do they feel the need to. They hold meetings at their homes and discuss matters privately. I’ve seen Indians at the park holding those same meetings where they gather around and bounce ideas off of each other. Then, miraculously 5 years later, they own a convenience store, a liquor shop, a check cashing place, a run-down motel and a spice store in your neighbourhood. And all we’re doing is standing there and asking, “What is going on?”

“What is going on” is a question that we’ve been asking for 500 years. The simple answer that we do not like to hear is this:

Every race takes care of each other and has “dropped out of the system” in one way, shape or form. EXCEPT US. 

It’s really that simple.

Dropping out is one of the most difficult things you’ll ever do. Why? Because it takes 3 things:

1. Consciousness

2. Work and Effort

3. Repetition

But, it can be done! How do I know? Because I’ve met blacks who have done it (to varying degrees) and continue to do it. My “dropping out” began with not eating Chinese Food and escalated into traveling with a cooler full of homemade snacks to avoid Fast Food temptations, to making my own products and growing my own food. It may not seem like much at first glance but if you really sit and think about how much emotional, sexual, Spiritual and financial investments we give this white (and soon to be Asian) system just following a few of these tips and ideas would drastically change your life.

I do not have magic solutions.


The system is rigged so that everywhere you turn, you’re set up for failure. But, do not despair! Taking control of your mind and your habits is the single greatest step towards freedom. Black family, Hurricane Sandy was a test. When the lights no longer come on, what will you do? Who will you turn to? Who’s going to help the universally hated scapegoat? Who’s going to feel pity for the one race that has been propagandized to be the “problem” for this planet? Answer?

No one.

Here goes my list. It is laughably simple yet so difficult.


1. Stop sleeping with white people. (Ever wonder why this is always number one?)

2. Stop buying hair. Yes, that again.

3. Stop processing your hair. (Please read “Black hair and white domination”)

4. Bring your lunch from home instead of buying fast food.

5. Stop using their toothpaste and make your own.

6. Stop drinking sodas on a daily basis.

7. Stop smoking.

8. Eat dinner together as a family as often as you can.

9. Stop buying music that degrades us.

10. Stop getting your nails, eyebrows and bikini area done.

11. Stop buying labels and shop in thrift stores. Or wear hand-me-downs from your siblings, etc.

12. Plant your own food if you can.

13. Stop spending money to watch movies. Many are available online.

14. Get rid of your cable box.

15. Stop watching TV EXCEPT to analyze and learn the hidden messages.

16. Read more books by black scholars.

17. Learn the power of herbs.

18. Lose weight if you are overweight.

19. Stop whoring around. (Black women, you don’t realize how important this is for you)

20. Buy a home hair cutter kit and cut your own hair. (I myself have recently decided to be a Ras)

21. Reconnect with your conscious black friends and form a black community.

22. If you have black friends who refuse to “see”, leave them alone.

23. Stop calling women “bitches” and “hos”.

24. Stop calling men “dawgs” and “good-for nuthin’ bums”.

25. Reconnect with your black Spirituality.

26. Stop eating white sugar. (Sugar is a chemical that reacts poorly with melanin)

27. Replace white flour with wheat or barley.

28. Homeschool your own children.

29. Know the company that your children keep. If you do not approve, banish them from your child’s life.

30. Refrain from spending money foolishly.

31. Know the difference between a want and a need.

32. Stop buying shoes and purses. Men, you don’t really need 50 pairs of sneakers, do you?

33. Stop buying TV’s, electronics, IPhones, etc…

34. Support black businesses, black bookstores, black causes only.

35. Stop lying to yourself that “everything is fine”.

36. Wean yourself off chemicals. Most illnesses can be reversed, like diabetes.

37. Stop competing and fighting with other blacks.

38. Stop separating and ostracizing other blacks by country of origin.

39. Stop separating and ostracizing other blacks by skin complexion and hair texture.

40. Learn to love your African self.

41. Leave the Divided Snakes if possible and reconnect with Africa/ The Caribbean.

41. Relearn your native language.

42. If you offend a fellow African, apologize immediately and don’t do it again.

43. Invest in a solar oven and learn to live off “the grid.”

44. Learn Aquaponics (if you have the space and means) and live “off the grid.”

45. Make your own laundry detergent.

46. If you can sew, make your own clothes.

47. Use a clothesline in your backyard (if space allows) and stop giving whites your money at the laundromat.

48. Learn a new trade: carpentry, plumbing, gardening, etc and build up a “bartering community” with other blacks (You will need this when the dollar collapses…)

49. Use your grill whenever you can to save on the electricity/ gas bill.

50. Learn to farm chickens if the space allows. (Don’t laugh but many “urban” cities will allow a small chicken coop in your backyard. Just check for permits, etc. You at least get fresh, organic eggs and endless food supply)

51. Open your own business no matter how small. We are the most creative people on earth! Use it.

52. Learn bee keeping. Sound funny? No. No bees = no food. Those of you that have the space and desire, please look into this excellent system of keeping us alive.

That’s all I can think of for now. I’m proud to say that I’ve done at least numbers:

4, 5, 6, 12, 14 etc…I’m trying to get more and more numbers under my belt by this year! At first, it’s hard. I will not lie. But then it does get easier and easier and soon, you don’t even miss it.

Can you think of any more to add to help this young woman and the black family?


My 300th Post

I realized that this post will be my 300th post! I started out my posts trying to innerstand this mad world and ended up creating something I never dreamed of: A cyber African family. I’m so grateful for all of you that have found my energy and permeated me with your insightfulness, your thoughts, your opinions, your stories, your help and your support. In the beginning I felt as if I was drowning. I was in a tumultuous spot in my life and needed an outlet. I went back to my first love, writing, and found refuge.

The funny thing about life is looking back and seeing where you came from, what sparked your change and what road you decided to travel. I was lucky. I had my awakening in a Chinese take-out restaurant and from there I couldn’t look back even if I tried. I began to notice things that I never knew were there before. Like how ALL black neighbourhoods:

Have a check cashing place

A fast food/ fried chicken joint

A liquor/ cigarette shop

A dirty laundromat

A hair care/wig shop owned by people who look nothing like us

No fresh greens/ organic food shops

A pawn shop

And a medical clinic that you would not bring your gerbil to

Jah gave me the ability to “see” past the lies, temptations and the fogginess at this precise moment because it was simply my time. I finally overstand that now. I’m grateful for the pain, the sorrow, the tears, the sleepless nights, the feelings of hopelessness because it prompted me to try and do better. Without my journey of near madness, I would have never been able to know who my enemy is, why he is here, why I am here and what needs to be done.

May I admit a secret?

A month ago, I was getting ready to go out. I glanced in the mirror and The Spirit told me to stop cutting my hair. The glance became a hard stare and I saw myself as a Ras; my head and shoulders covered with long, thick insane-looking hair cascading past my back. I almost didn’t recognize myself but it was indeed me. I saw my own vision of what I will become. I no longer question anything The Great Spirit tells me so I immediately gathered my shearers and put them in my cubby.

I’m awaiting more “instructions” from Her. As I grow, I feel more fulfilled. Funny thing is, the more I awaken from my sleep, the more I disconnect from this reality. The more I disconnect from this reality, the more I can spot the lies and half-truths and figure out why I am being mislead and how to counter it.

I hope that this journey has been/ will be fulfilling for all of you. Tell me, what have you learned from your journey into awakening? What areas do you feel you need to work on?


A Message To the Black Family

Hi guys. I’ve been super industrious. I planted so many vegetables and herbs, my mouth is watering thinking about roasting my squash, steaming my spinach and greens with garlic, onions and my seasonings. I planted rosemary, thyme, sweet basil and oregano. My peppermint, a gift from God, has already begun to pop up through the soil by itself. Yesterday while I rested my aching back and blistered hands, I sat in the sun and thought, yet again, about my vision. On Tuesday morning, The Spirit came to me and and told me in plain English…like it was a living, breathing person, a piece of information that made me sit straight up in bed and look around the room.

I know by now that it was NOT my imagination. God was giving me what I asked Her/Him for. Answers. You see, a few years ago, my senses became heightened. I could look at someone and “feel their aura.” I sensed danger, unhappiness, even despair and suicidal thoughts. I kept this to myself lest everyone think me mad. At first, I brushed it off as me being too sensitive as I suffer from mild depression. But then “it”…my feelings kept coming faster and stronger. A voice that was living inside my head was telling me things. Things that I had no damn business knowing. Like my teenage patient who came into the ER with her dad was being sexually abused by him and the mother knew and did nothing. And my co-worker who always looked like she was “on” was secretly a drug addict. Let me tell you, it was not fun.

In fact, my depression deepened as my sensations grew stronger. I don’t know how to explain it but it was as if they needed each other in order for me to function. So I did the best I could to quell it. I began to wrap my hair in a head scarf. It helped if only a little. But, I getting away from my topic at hand. I begged Jah to help me. To give me answers. Clues and exact facts of what’s to come. I meditated and prayed and nagged and nagged this poor man to please just tell me.

So one night he did.

In my dream, I saw myself asleep in my own bed. My eyes opened and I got up, walked over to the window and looked out at the dark, melanin-rich night sky. It was beautiful! Stars as bright as diamonds shining brilliantly…I was bedazzled by them. How close they seemed! As if I could touch one. Then, I AM spoke: “You wanted me to show you what’s to come? Here…” I stared into the night sky and saw the night, literally, open up. The sky parted and fire and smoke came from nowhere. It lit up the Heavens like a birthday cake littered with too many candles. I saw shadows screaming and destruction in ever corner. Death had come to huemanity.

And there I was…just standing there in my nightgown, watching it all. I awoke in terror. Tore off the comforter and sprinted into my kitchen to get some water. In my panic, I nearly tore off my hipbone on the center island not looking where I was going…too scared to look for the light switch. It was many, many minutes that my heartbeat returned back to normal and I could think. Surely it was a dream. After all, why would Jah show me such despair? Oh yeah…ask and you shall receive.

From there, I was given more visions, each one plainer and clear than the last of huemanity’s fate on earth. I stopped asking The Most High for clues. The ones He had given me were plenty and frankly I didn’t want to know anymore. Then, Tuesday morning happened. I spoke about this with my family and we decided that since I’m being watched and I have spies and enemies on my site under the pretext of being a “concerned commenter”, that I should not share this vision.

Not entirely.

I was given a name. A name that I never heard before in my life. The Holy Spirit told me where “it” came from. I looked “it” up and did some research on the internet was startled beyond belief at the plain-as-day facts about this name. Goosepimples littered my flesh as I realized what this could mean. My brother helped by giving me an article he found on the origin and some biblical references regarding “it”. Both he and I are in a state of shock. As I write this, my hands are trembling and I wish to weep for the black race. We are the most important and necessary beings in the universe. That’s why whites never killed us off during slavery.


Black Family, please hear my words.

Even though some of you will no doubt claim my insanity, ignore me, brush me off and go back to your regular programming, allow me to tell you the truth as best as I know how. What I am about to say is not out of hate or anger or rage at whites. It’s the harsh truth. Many of you will NOT UNDERSTAND, NOT CARE AND WON’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY OR DO WITH THIS INFORMATION. SO YOU’LL ACT LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO WHEN SOMEONE TELLS YOU THE TRUTH: YOU’LL TURN ON THEM. At this point, I really don’t care what kinds of names you call me.

Here goes:

White people were put on this planet by an alternate being to destroy it and us. They too are being used by this entity but they do not know it. Due to their innate xenophobia, this entity knows of their intense hatred, envy and fear of Dark Matter. It instills fear of white death in them and they in turn, seek to destroy the one thing that will save their lives. The biggest mistake whites made when the Ice Age was over was continuing to mate with other whites. They should have mated with us (I can see some you saying, “Are you serious, Truth?!”) to become Dark Peoples once again. But they didn’t. That was their downfall.

Now, as Mother Nature would command it, they will perish. But sadly, so will we…if we don’t wake up now! This energy looks for us and taps into our fears and insecurities about ourselves. It then manipulates us by our emotions. Remember him:


This was NOT a tall tale or a figment of Mr. Craven’s imagination. He was telling you exactly what was going on.

Black Family, the Devil is real. It is NOT a figment of childhood folklore. It is a real force on this planet that is conjuring up real problems and tribulations for us. The war that we fight daily is not physical despite what you “see” on tel-lie-vision. It is a manufactured reality to trap you in your haze. The real war is Spiritual in nature. This entity wants your spirit, your aura, your soul. It is real. It feeds on melanin.

The only way I can think of right now to combat this is by:

1. Distancing yourself from “The System” as best as you can. What does that mean some of you may ask? If you honestly do not know the answer to that question after ALL my posts, all my explanations, all of our dialogue and all of my warnings, Matari’s warnings, Miss Pam’s warnings, Gat Turner’s warnings, Blackmystory’s warnings, Santified Brother’s warnings and Nmaat’s warnings, then there’s nothing more I can do for you at this point.

2. Mediate daily and strengthen your Spirituality. This is number one!!! I’m not speaking of religion. Religion and Spirituality are two very DIFFERENT things.

3. Know that you will die. There is no way around it. Death is not the final chapter but only the beginning.

4. As HunglikeJesus says, “Let them chips fall where they may.” He was telling the truth all along.

There’s not much more I can give you regarding “fighting” this Evil. We are out-gunned, we have no weapons of mass destruction as we are not intrinsically a destructive peoples and frankly, even if we did, we would not use them. God has given us the ability to understand at a DNA-level that the Universe and all of its creature must co-exist together in order for survival to continue. Unfortunately, not everyone understands this. Well, that’s it, my family. That’s all I can do. Please know that whatever comes, I tried my best to awaken those of us that are receptive to being awake. And know that even though I become frustrated at black people, I love you all. Good luck in your awakening.

I shall resume my planting and meditation now. Enjoy your day.


Black Hair And White Domination


I’m sure I’ll be railroaded for this post as it will anger some of you.


It’s time to wake up.

The European told us right from the beginning what he thought of our hair. They are “dreadfully locked.” Hence the term Dreadlocks. Resembling the lion’s mane, some cultures like the Masai, have the women totally bald while the men sport long locks past their knees.

Since the white man/ white woman is the very opposite of everything we stand for, it is safe to surmise that whatever he introduces into our culture is deficient, destructive and deadly.


There is a reason why our hair has been a source of constant pain, mockery and suffering since the European gazed at us with burning envy. Our hair is God’s antennae. Spiraled towards Heaven, it “communicates” with our cousins: the soil, the trees, the rocks and all of earth’s creatures. You have the ability to look into a creatures eyes and feel their happiness, anguish, love and loneliness. Why? Because the Holy Creator gave you the ability to “pick up on a certain vibe.” Your hair is literally alive. It feeds on sunlight, breathes in air, grows strong with Vitamin D, grows weak and falls out under stress and botheration and “drinks” in water every time you wash it. Like all things living under the system of white domination, it must be controlled or destroyed.

Black women (and some men), every time you burn your antennae, you “kill” your receptors, absorb toxins into your brain and tell Mother Nature that you are not interested in Her commands from up above. What toxins am I talking about?

Rat poison


Phosphoric acid

Ammonium (ammonia)

These chemicals are absorbed through your scalp (your skin has many “holes” called pores) and it infiltrates into your lungs, kidney and liver. As you know, I’ve been in medicine for 11 years. You are able to live with one kidney, but you CANNOT live without a liver. Your liver is God’s filtration system. Once that has been desecrated…I’ll let you finish that sentence. I’m going to say something to the females (and some men) that read this blog who will no doubt scream at me in anger but…before you lash out at me, know that I only have your best interest at heart.

The reason why we plaster chemicals in our hair is directly related to self-hatred.

You hate your kinks and curls and corkscrews because you secretly wish you had this:

Yurugu’s woman

Lifeless, flat, limp hair that cannot hold its shape and has no connection to the Most High. Due to our mental disease called Stockholm Syndrome and the European disease called Projection Syndrome, we wish to emulate the very thing that wishes more than anything to be like us! Since people who suffer from Projection vilify the trait they do not like within themselves, they attach negative qualities to the outside world. No wonder we are caught up in a spiral of madness!

The AmeriKlan govern-Nazi gives Asians ridiculous amounts of money in the form of grants to open businesses in your areas, in your towns, in your countries to sell you instant self-gratification in the form of rat poison because they know that you hate yourselves. Blacks are the weakest and most vulnerable targets of every immigrant group that migrates to the Divided Snakes. They know almost intrinsically our need to assimilate into the very culture that despises us. Within years, they open shops and sell you your hair care products, laced with poison, to not only take money out of your community but to assist you in your suicide. I’ve seen sisters forsake the rent, food and their children’s education just to buy a hair weave from an unknown source for 1,200 to obtain “white femininity” for a few weeks. Our self-hate runs so deep, that we’ll risk tumors:

Brain cancer

To distance ourselves from our roots. Black hair is currently a multi-TRILLION, yes, TRILLION dollar industry worldwide. Everyone is in on the game. The relaxer cremes are made in labs and then transferred to various “black areas” with a pretty, mostly light-skinned female on the cover smiling brilliantly to give off the impression of happiness because she now has “manageable” hair.

Since I pay strict attention to the European mis-education word salad called “English”, let’s dissect this:

When your hair has been “managed” by their poison, that would mean that it was “unruly” before.

Since the name of their chemical is a “relaxer”, then that means that you were “tightly wound” before.

Why would they seek to “manage” an “unruly” thing? Because, that is apart of their slave mentality towards us. We are beasts in need of  “managing.” We never left the plantation. Not in their minds. And…if we insolently try to resist and keep our natural hair, they “punish” us by:

Refraining employment opportunities

(And if we do have jobs, we are targeted for termination)

Refraining to give us apartments to rent

Labeling us as “suspicious”

Labeling us as drug users

Labeling us a mischief-makers

Spying on us in our neighourhoods

Paying Tel-lie-vision personalities/ rappers/ actors to call us ugly and undesirable

This is all apart of their master plan to dominate every Dark Matter People on the face of the earth. What they will never tell you is quite simple: The day that Africans wake up and start loving every single thing about ourselves, their psychological hold over us will be over. By keeping us in a perpetual state of mental slavery, they continue to crack the proverbial whip across our backs.

We, in our need to appease them, give them power over our lives.

You’ve been asking me from day one, “How do I fight them? How do we even begin to resist their war tactics?”

My answer has not changed:

Stop playing their games. Shut down their companies by refraining to buy false hair. Shut down Asian-run industries and love your own hair. Stop buying their products. Stop catering to them and cater to your own people. We are the only group on earth that DOES NOT understand this simple strategy. Love yourself. All of yourself. Especially the greatest asset God gave you.

Your hair.


The Double Standard

Double Standard in action

… As I see it black women aren’t marring outside of their race in vast numbers. We are waiting at the expense of never having a man or looking outside of the country. I know a sista who will go walking in a mall with a white guy from her work and she get these brothas who 1/2 the time are with white or Asian women, will find a way to come up to her and ask her what she is doing with that white man? They’ll be all up in her face and trying to talk to her the minute they see her. So even though black men date out, they do not like it when black women do. —- Honeytreebee

Sound familiar?

The universe and its melaninated peoples are now more in sync than ever. 2013 marked a new awakening for those of us that can “see.” We are saying the same things word for word, having the same conversations from all over the globe, wondering about the same issues and constantly asking, “What’s going on?”

When I read the comment posted above, I smiled to myself. Not because it was funny but because I just got off the phone with a buddy of mine about this uncomfortable topic. She told me of many, many, many sisters that are just fed up of the Double Standard that we (black women) face in regards to interracial relationships and are no longer waiting for a “good black man” to marry. They been deceived, heartbroken and disappointed too many times and have decided to find “love, respect and affection” (her words) outside of their race.

Why is it that only black males are allowed and even encouraged to fornicate, marry and spawn with white women (and any other woman for that matter) and expect the black woman to “understand his nature” and “put up with it” and “take him back”, but when she imitates his behaviour, mostly out of frustration and disenfranchisement, and has a white husband or lover, he becomes irate, demands an explanation and berates her for her betrayal of their race? 

That was the gist of our discussion and she really laid it down for me.


“Truth, I’m tellin’ ya, they’ve been doing this shit since the plantation. In fact, when miscegenation laws were removed, that was the first thing they did…seek out the white woman…I mean, even white people notice it.”

I listened and cringed as she spoke her mind quite harshly, only interrupting her to remind her that the black woman’s role was to be the glue that held the family together. She cut me off.

“What what about the his role, dammit?”

This topic will no doubt be inflammatory and painful so I’m asking the black family to be mindful of words which have the power to hurt us all.


The Fantastic Mr. Rawls


The Biracial Fallacy

But why are people who are “half black and white” pushing for a biracial label? Many of them say they don’t want to choose sides and are tired of just being seen as black. ——–Ms. J

Biracial Mariah Carey

White supremacists, in their genius to keep darker peoples forever enslaved and subjugated, created a term roughly in 1924 via the Racial Integrity Act. This Act claimed that “one drop of Negro blood” in any person qualifies them as black. With a wave of their fountain pen, AmeriKlan’s founding fathers changed the way we would view and treat the citizens of this country FOREVER. The colloquial term would later change into the One Drop Rule. 

Under this evil system, which is still in place, many Coloureds of mixed race had no choice but to be black. Which means:

1. Sitting in the back of the bus

2. Segregated and inferior schools

3. Separate water fountains

4. Sterilization without consent (Thank you Ms. Sanger)

5. Lynchings

6. Living in the ghettos no matter what city, state or province

If you were light enough to “pass”

Carol Channing

Carly Simon

Heather Locklear

And moved far away where no one knew your family, you could slip into the much coveted spot called “white privilege”. In the 1970’s, the term “Hispanic” came into our social  and political construct as a way for Spanish-speaking Africans to distance themselves from Africa and assimilate, as best as they could by ways of complexion and hair texture, into whiteness.

Perhaps it was the mid 80’s to early 90’s when I became aware that numerous blacks who had a white parent or grandparent or even a mixed grandparent were now calling themselves “biracial or mixed.” I myself am an Island Creole but have never used the term mixed. With my caramel skin and corkscrew curls, I too could have easily deflected my roots and hid behind my European and Redman ancestors. But when I look in the mirror, all I see is Africa. So why the term “Biracial” and what does it really mean? And why should those of us that shout African Pride be offended?

My Supposition:

1. Blacks who use the term “biracial” are ashamed to be called black because of media propaganda and the stigma blackness carries. They’ve felt the sting of being ostracized by BOTH groups, stared at, oppressed, laughed at, their entire lives and feel as if they “don’t belong” anywhere. To deflect their sense of loneliness, they dilute any and all references to Africa as a way to connect with and assimilate into a “superior” race for privileges (which they will never have) and to created a “new race” where they do fit in…in their perception. 

Mr. Cablinasian and his new white squeeze

2. They are equally proud of their mixed ancestry and try to give respect to both.

3. They don’t want to “get involved” with the race issue, which will never go away, and use their mixed ancestry to sit on the fence and pretend that they are neutral.

4. They are white-identified via Stockholm Syndrome and hope that whites will feel less threatened by them and become their allies. This may also lead to job promotions.

Since we all know that only whiteness matters, the term biracial is but a political farce. History has proven that whiteness will created a buffer class of mulattoes/mestizos/ Afroasians to keep their foot on the necks of Originals and when their purpose has been fulfilled, they’ll be exterminated:

Mulattoes aka Italians

After physical slavery was “abolished”, did you know that Italians were captured, castrated and lynched by the very system that now offers them the gift of being white? Incredibly, they happily accepted the gift and have “forgotten” their tumultuous past with their Anglo-Saxon brethren. The same pattern goes for the Redman, especially the Cherokee Nation who fought for the Confederate Army and murdered, raped and enslaved many blacks only to end up as the victim of white racism themselves. In present times, we can see the Latinos and Asians following the exact same pattern.

How do you feel about the term biracial? What does it mean to you? And how will this terminology affect us in the future? And does it make you distrust biracials?

{Since this post will no doubt be inflammatory, all I ask is for a modicum of respect for all commenters}


The Igbo’s of Nigeria

Igbo Village

Igbo man with religious scarification

My quest for self-discovery lead me to south-eastern Nigeria. We are Igbo, a branch of the Niger/ Congo family. The Igbo may be grouped into the following main cultural divisions: northern (Onitsha), southern (Owerri), western (Ika), eastern (Cross River), and northeastern (Abakaliki). Before European colonization, the Igbo were not united as a single people but lived in autonomous local communities. Most of them were carpenters and farmers growing crops designated to them by gender. The men were responsible for yams and the women were responsible for cassava, pumpkins and peppers. Did you know that the Igbo’s are one of the largest distributors of palm oil?

Land is owned communally and crops are shared amongst everyone with their village. Igbo’s believe in an Almighty Creator which they call, Chukwu, and his female companion, Ala the Earth Goddess, who sends Spiritual descendants to protect and watch over the living. Many of them now practice some form of Christianity although there is a sect of Hebrew Israelites who claim ancestry to the son of Jacob. They worship in synagogues and speak “Original Hebrew”, their Mother Tongue.

In roughly the 17th-18th century, the Igbo’s were captured by the Portuguese and sent via slave ships to the many islands in the Caribbean and south America. Once there, they harvested crops and eventually married and spawned children with another indigenous group of Melaninated Peoples: The Arawak’s. From the islands, they were transported by Colon’s men to Maryland and Virginia to work in the cotton fields. A rebellious group, they fought back and often committed suicide in defiance of their condition.

Under the practice of polygamy many Igbo men have more than one wife. The general rule is to never marry a woman and spawn children that you cannot support. This involves providing farm plots to help the women and their dependents make a living. Beyond that unit is the extended family, consisting of all the sons in a family and their parents, wives, and unmarried daughters. The extended family may have anywhere from five to thirty members. Ideally, all of the members of the extended family live in one large compound.

Do you think you could have such a life? One rooted in polygamy?

Here are some Igbo words that we still use today in Creole (island and Louisiana/ Southern states) or Ameriklan Black English:

Ama/ Ima = I’m gonna or I am. “Ama go to the market.”

Redbone = A light skinned person. ” I only like redboned women.”

Okwuru = Okra. The vegetable that makes Gumbo.

Unu = Y’all or You all. “Unu wait and see.” (Unu can also be traced to Yoruba)

When I discovered that a certain man I’m lusting after and I have the same lineage, I prayed that we were not related:

My future husband…if he’s not my cousin


Why The Black Male Must Assume His Role as Protector in the Fight for Black Liberation

As I walk down the street of my neighbourhood one day, I lock eyes with a tall, handsome black man walking with his white wife. His pants, low-slung around his buttocks and his extra-large sweatshirt and work boots gave his boyish good looks a menacing echo. He pulls her closer to him, wraps a protective arm around her waist and smiles cockily at me with beautiful white teeth as if to say, “Look what I have.” I know that smile. I’ve seen it a million times and, shockingly enough, I know why he made the gesture. The woman wore an air of arrogance about her. She too is in on the game. But for her, the ball is totally in her court. And she knows it.

Since the time of physical enslavement, the black man has been:

A stud, made to breed with any black female fecund…even his own daughter

Targeted for extermination by slave catchers…now called The Police

Dumbed down in school…if he even went to school

Experimented on and castrated

Denied proper wages to support his family…if he could find work at all

A drug pusher/ addict/ seller…Thank you CIA

A lusty, cocaine-sniffing rapist of white virginal flesh

And a killer of his own race…by ways of the FBI selling guns to young, disenfranchised men with nothing to lose.

Since writing my “Black Female Role” post, I’ve thought long and hard about what to say regarding my black man and his plight; And his plight is a delicate one. The black man, the other half of the black woman’s Spiritual complement, must resist temptation from the perils of a white dominated society where he is intentionally set up to fail and accept his role as a protector and educator of his black family unit.

Perhaps an overprotective mother and an absentee father is to blame. Perhaps it’s the white mis-education system that prepares him for prison. Perhaps it’s the drugs being administered to him in school that wets his appetite for illegal substances. Perhaps it’s the media’s depiction of him as a glorified, piece of chocolate flesh who fulfills carnal fantasies…or perhaps it’s his own disillusionment of what he’s supposed to be fighting for. The black male is born in a society trapped between wanting to be the man, husband, father and role model the Creator wants him to be and having to decide very early on in his life if those noble ambitions are worth dying for. The system and the Evil predators that formulate the system are deathly afraid of any black man who shows love for himself, love for his woman and love for his race. Add intelligence to the mix and he is automatically targeted for termination. That is why they have spent trillions of dollars turning his strength into feminine weakness via the introduction of homosexuality, his passion and fierceness into thuggery via criminality and his sexual virility into vanilla-flavoured debauchery by allowing him to indulge in destructive fantasies.

The black man, who was put on this earth for 2 reasons; to protect his most valuable asset, his woman; and to plant his seed to continue his genetic lineage, has been attacked, cajoled and removed so his task, if he chooses to accept it, is more difficult than ever. As the world awaits the black woman to rise up and assume her role, the black woman is also waiting for the black man to rise up and join her in their task for planetary leadership. She cannot be successful without his support, his love, his acceptance of her and his desire to protect her above and beyond anything else.

How can he accomplish this task?

By accepting who he is, why The Most High created him first as the Original Man and focusing his Spiritual energies on what he was made to do: Protect and love his black family by any means necessary.


Blacks and Health: A Natural Way to Heal #11

“Why should anyone die who has sage in their garden?”


That is the old adage I’ve heard for years.

Sage is apart of the mint family (yes!) and has about 900 different species to boast. The botanical name Salvia is from the Latin word  “to save or to heal,” as in the word “salvation.” Africans have associated sage with immortality since they learned the secrets of this plant. Since roughly the 5th century B.C., Africans have used sage for a myriad of holistic and Spiritual reasons. Early medicine doctors knew that this herb could also help prevent “spasms” in the abdomen, heart and uterus and was administered to females in puberty, childbirth and menopause.

Workers and farmers were given sage to chew on while they toiled in the hot sun as it contains a “cooling agent” called phytosterols. I grow sage annually and can’t wait to harvest its leaves for its distinct flavour. Aside from enhancing the flavour of my stews, which I cook year round, sage is magnificent for:

Drying up phlegm (mucus) in your bronchial tubes (respiratory infections)

Coughing (boil the leaves and use as a gargle)


Excessive perspiration

Menstrual cramps

Weaning your baby off of breast milk (it dries up mother’s milk)

Dandruff (use the leaves for tea and rinse your hair with it)



Restores colour to gray hair


Bacterial infections in and outside of the body

Jellyfish and spider bites

Indigestion and gas/bloating

Anxiety and Depression

The list is endless! I buy my seeds from the nursery and grow a planter-full every single year. While I toil and dig up weeds, I pinch off a few leaves to help me cool down with a tall glass of water. Please rediscover the miracle of God’s Plants. Soon, the pharmacies will close to us and we will not have easy access to synthetic medicines.

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