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Emergency Message For the Black Family

Dear Black Family,

Please do not give your blood to your doctor anymore. Refrain from taking blood tests and allowing them to pump vial after vial of blood from your body. They are storing your blood and using it to build sophisticated chemicals and medicines that target specific African RNA/ DNA.

What does that mean exactly?

Black people are NOT a monolithic group despite what they want you to believe.

If you’re from Sierra Leone, your ancestry I mean ( as an example) and your particular blood type has proteins that come from that region of Africa, your enemy can isolate that protein to make weapons to target and kill you. So let’s say that you live in NYC, in the Bronx, in a heavily populated black neighbourhood, they can spray chemicals in the air, or release man-made flying insects that can target ALL blacks from that region of West Africa.

Once released, these chemicals can cause:

  1. Dizziness/ Difficulty with Concentration
  2. Hyper-aggression
  3. Suicidal thoughts/ Depression
  4. Extreme lethargy
  5. Flu-like symptoms
  6. Joint pain
  7. Diabetes
  8. High blood pressure
  9. CANCER
  10. DEATH

 

But they NEED your blood to make these weapons!

This is one of the reasons why when you go to the doctor, he’ll always ask for more blood, more blood, more blood!!! His most common excuses?

 

“We need to see how your kidneys are functioning.”

“We need to test for cancer, diabetes, infection, blah, blah, blah…”

 

And certain blood types are more “beneficial” to them that others. Especially, blacks that DO NOT have the RH factor in their DNA. That means that you test:

A-, B-, O-, AB-

 

Make up any excuse you can find, preferably religious reasons, and refrain from giving away your blood.

 

Please pass on this potential life saving article.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Dear Diary #9

Today is election day.

I awoke early feeling the electricity in the air. My dreams came crisp and clear and, for once, in sequence. As I eat my late breakfast and ponder what is to come for my people, I’m filled with an odd mix of dread, calm, anxiety and strength. Today, the Shadow Jooish Government will show us the president they’ve chosen for us, the same person who has been long selected 100 years in the making.

 

This Anglo-American Crypto-Joo will lead us into war.

I’ve always known, on some level, that the Final Battle for the Soul would be between us and them. Our opposing forces, good and evil, will clash for the last time. I find it funny that even though our eternal enemies claim to be so superior, they cannot see the writing on the wall that they’ve built for themselves. They are so emboldened to battle their very own extinction which I acknowledge to extreme satisfaction.

I went out yesterday to get gas and all I heard was Clinton this and Trump that. I’m slightly amused yet somewhat terrified that these “11 points higher IQ” people put so much stock into this manufactured prison plantation called Earth.

As if any of this was real.

As I handed my 20 dollar note to the gas attendant, I looked at it and realized that it has absolutely no value except what those in power say it has. Tomorrow morning, if they all came together and held one of their secret meetings to decide that money is to be used as toilet paper, would we all nod foolishly and agree?

“History is a set of lies agreed upon.”

I read that once from the white terrorist rapist murderer Napoleon.

When will black people write our own history?

When will we finally decide that we’re done playing white people’s games and write our own narrative? It hit me that the only reason why we are still in this mess is because we are simply too afraid to die. If we, as a collective decided today, this very minute, that we’re done with our slavery and took real action to destroy this crawling, inhueman, poisonous pestilence, this entire planet would be free.

Sounds simple, doesn’t it?

But it is true.

Destroy the planetary threat that threatens to kill us all and you’ll have peace.

When I was in college, I had a professor from Sierra Leone that told me after class that demons walk the earth in human flesh. They look like us, can mimic us and can blend in to suit their agenda but they are not us. They come from another world and were placed here to kill us.

I looked into his troubled eyes and struggled to fully comprehend his meaning. But my young and very naive mind couldn’t. I didn’t know what evil was till I matured and learned how to become “invisible”. Then I began to quietly observe their actions and coded language and realized what he was trying to say.

The funny thing about evil is that they do not seem to know they are evil.

They are simply being themselves.

Like the poisonous vermin that strikes vicious venom into its prey before devouring it. It is simply doing what it was put here to do.

When will black people do what we’re here to do?

When Clinton releases her drones?

When we see armed militia on main street?

When more of our men, women and children lie on the cold concrete bleeding and seeping bodily fluids?

Will we continue to march and protest with our made up cardboard signs and pray to a white demon disguised as homosexual Jesus?

Exhaustion tinged with bubbling rage has been my constant companion since I’ve awakened to this madness. Last night, before bed, I sat at my altar and spoke aloud to my Deity. I knew she heard me in the stillness of the pitch blackness.

I have zero desire for friendship, togetherness and false forgiveness with my mortal enemy. Those things are not possible when dealing with a soulless being. I wish only death for them as they so rightly deserve. And frankly, if they only knew what the future holds for them, they would all commit suicide now as my visions are NEVER wrong.

I’m simply awaiting conformation. And knowing her, my Deity that is, she’ll show me many examples in the near future.

I don’t know what will come to our streets and in what form.

But I do know that it is coming.

 

The Secret Rising Consciousness of Yurugu

Yes, I’m well aware of the contradiction of Yurugu the Destroyer being “conscious”. However, since The Destroyers of Earth have expertly manufactured and maintained a system that reaps the benefits on the backs of others, I would most certainly describe them as conscious.

Over the summer, I went to various farmer’s markets. Yurugu, needing to vent their rising fears, approached me and begin to chat about the current state of affairs in this country all the while pretending to shop for apple butter. They sensed something is coming, something bad, something terrifying, and it has their name on it.

Random whites spoke with a slight note of trembling fear of not being able to sleep at night, being worried constantly about their future, the future of their children and about God. I listened intently as they (unsuccessfully) skirted around the mystery of injustice, spoke about the many refugees that are coming to the United States and into Europe, the lack of decent jobs that pay a living wage, the rising crime rate in “good neighbourhoods”, the rising rate of suicide amongst “good Christians”, the push for homosexuality in schools, why their beloved guns are under attack and why isn’t “their” government helping them.

I’ve noticed that whites NEVER speak of injustice with other whites, only with certain black people and only in PRIVATE away from the ears of their peers. It’s as if they know intrinsically admitting such things amongst their brethren would cause them to be ostracized. This knowledge solidifies my belief that whites are:

NOT unaware of how their ACTIONS/ INACTIONS have caused a ripple effect worldwide

FULLY aware of how THEY are now being affected by their own crimes and system of injustice

Terrified of their own people and wish to seek solace within the arms of the very people they despise

 

Remember when I stated that racism is a debilitating mental illness because it causes you to cut off your own nose to spite your face?

I stand by my statement.

All the whites that have come up to me this past summer to tell me how disappointed they were in their government, in their manufactured school system, at their local grocer for jacking up meat prices, at their local congressman for not helping them more seem to cleverly forget one important thing:

In their system of injustice, a system that has been built and nurtured and made fat on hate, a system that was created for the sole purpose of making whites “superior” to all other peoples, a system that they KNOW is unfair but are happy for they reap the benefits, why are they now surprised to learn that that system has turned against them?

 

Whites, who arrogantly believed that they’ve outsmarted Nature, will have no other choice but to face the depths of their crimes against this planet and HER inhabitants. Nature may be slow but she never misses HER mark.

And whites are marked for extermination…and they know it.

No, this picture of an underwater community was not taken from Hurricane Katrina, a MANUFACTURED storm so whites can “land grab”, it was taken from the recent flooding in Texas that happened a week ago. Funny how Nature NEVER forgets what was done and happily gives it right back.

In the future, there are a few things we should be on the lookout for within the Yurugu community:

  1. Yurugu, in their desperation, will try (and fail) to convince us that race doesn’t matter and we all need to stick together in these perilous times
  2. More of them will try to solicit us for friendship/ sex/ marriage
  3. Expect them to invite us to their churches as a (phony) gesture of Christianhood
  4. Expect them to invite us to their homes as a (phony) gesture of brotherhood/ sisterhood
  5. Expect them to randomly bring up slavery/ prejudice and talk about how unfair/ unjust it was and how something like that must “never happen again”
  6. Expect more of them to convert to Christianity and give random lectures about “God” and salvation

 

When all these methods FAIL for we are on a path to greater consciousness, Yurugu will TURN and DEVOLVE into a monstrosity that will frighten even them. Whites are NOT going down without a fight and we should fully expect to deal with their full fledged rage. Before they surrender their guns to their government, Yurugu will come after us FIRST.

We must begin to get prepared for what is lurking around the corner.

If you feel this post is constructive, please pass it on to others.

 

 

A Few Words From a Guest Speaker Regarding Tomorrow’s Meditation Session

African Meditation Preamble: Spiraling Cognitive Flex

One thing that hurts us a collective is that we’re able to see whites as individuals. We all have white people – friends and/or family members who we can’t honestly distance ourselves from, regardless of how hard we may try. Through our acceptance of these people as ‘individuals’ we have to simultaneously take on ways of thinking that reinforce their will to oppress us.

There’s a process that underlies this, and while relatively few whites completely understand (and revel) in it, next to none of us do. It’s important for us to know.

Reification is a concept in “western” (white) psychology that describes how their brains fill-in what they perceive as a negative space of something “concrete” with something “abstract” or illusory.

White people, in their practice of racism, employ this concept in understanding everything – themselves included. This reification – which is in truth, insanity – has an effect that creates an illusion of spiritual distance and separation. As African people and spiritually aware non-whites know, our day-to-day spiritual decay allows whites to make these illusions become “real” experiences for us, and by proxy, them.

However, what they don’t reify, or ‘make real’ in their life, is the “nothingness” or seamlessness of spiritual life that allows us to resist their utmost destructive compulsions.

A simple illustration.

For a white person, it’s accurate to say that right now, they’re standing or sitting on some type of surface, reading this article on their smartphone, laptop, or other device. They may be eating, or undertaking any other number of actions while they do it. They might feel a certain way, angry or sad, happy, nervous. The description of these interacting elements, to them, represent “facts”: the deadening or contraction of reality to what is measurable for a specific instance in space and time.

The spiritual reality, on the other hand, goes beyond simple facts and weaves together deeper understandings.

Take something innocuous- a pair of shorts for instance. They may or may not be comfortable, eye-catching, affordable, or any other number of descriptive terms. Beyond that reification however, what they’re beholding is expansive spiritual energy. Phenomenon not truly bound.

Composed of thread and fibers from plants and animals attempting to live in balance in nature -each sacred, woven by non-white humans – each sacred, with names and families – each sacred attempting to balance and integrate their lives in a way that reaffirms nature’s order. Their struggles woven into fabric. Machinery – hardened, deadened metals, powered by circuitry formed from earth and ores stolen from our motherland, helps automate the process.

The forces of the earth – the “elements”, also under white domination, are forced into submission on their journey across the water. The water, once pure and clean, is now polluted as barges and tankers move “product” from coastline to coastline. The air, polluted, its direction and power tracked and monitored just as slyly as they do to us in this area of the world.

After the physical journey, soulless marketing executives concoct entire campaigns of deception, and trampling businessmen distribute this processed, condensed energy in exchange for submission to a system that demands a one-sided form of thought. As we acquiesce to this process, we continually reinforce its efficiency, and therefore, its “rationality”.

All of this – in what we mistake as a simple “object”.

In our living under their domination and defining reality on their terms, we see all of this as normal and create an African self-denying prophecy. If our “objective” is to break that domination we have to learn how to redefine, which is difficult. We run the risk of being labelled crazy by those we care about. However, risk is something we have to get more comfortable with.

Many of our scholars, such as Marimba Ani, have described the “rationality” of white’s desacralizing process – the positioning of reason over emotion. “Yurugu’s” mind. The positioning of their detached reasoning over our emotions which would say something much more expansive.

Such disastrous ways of thinking take time and effort for us to defuse, a part of that defusing is recognizing the limitations of these words even as we read them now. All language is an abstraction so it can’t get at the heart of what we need to convey to each other, only spiritual connection can.

African spirituality is based completely in reciprocity. Our “sin” was accepting white deception for material gain. In order for us to regain what we’ve lost, we have to be willing restart and continuously uphold a spiritual connection with nature, our creator.

With the meditation tomorrow, what we seek to bring into our lives is spiritual communion with our ancestors and with nature. As you step through the elements in going “outdoors”, and as you nourish your being in cleansing with water,  look deeply inside yourself to remember the connection that every step and touch carries.

For many of us it’s been long, harsh, and silent decades since we’ve felt that connection. It used to be as common for us to uphold as it is for a person to check their phone in these unforgiving days. So tomorrow night, as you construct your altar and make ancestral communion, the most important thing you can do is to remember that presence. Remember that despite our enemy’s ireful gaze and deadly touch, an undercurrent of spiritual power lies untouched, waiting for us to reclaim it. As the impulses guide you tomorrow night, speak the words that resonate with your reclamation of that power.

Space Traders : 2 The Final Contact

Mr. Derrick Bell

 

{ I’d like to thank my unofficial editor, B., for his patience, advice and friendship.}

For those of you that have read Mr. Derrick Bell’s epic tale called Space Traders, you’ll know that aliens came from outer space and offered everyone a trade: All the Blacks on earth for economical stability. The story was then adapted for Television in 1994 by Reginald Hudlin and Trey Ellis in a short movie called Cosmic Slop.

 

One night, after a deep meditation session, I had a startlingly vivid dream of what would happen if we disappeared. I awoke energized with a keen sense of clarity and words fell from the sky onto my computer. This is my independent science faction tale.

For those of you that have also wondered…

How would the planet be different?

What about the other prominent Coloured races: Hispanics and Asians? How would they fare without us?

And finally, how would whites react if their wishes came true?

This short story is for all of you who have entertained that very thought.

I give you “Space Traders:2 The Final Contact.”

Click below for purchase. Price: $2.00USD. Available worldwide.

 

Space Traders 2: The Final Contact

 

 

 

 

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