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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.

THEY NEED US TO LIVE. 

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:

Krueger

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.

12 Tribes of Israel

Dear Family,

We are the Original Israelites . Do not be fooled. Whites are not Jews. The Original Jews are African.

Be patient, my family, justice is coming:

Sunday Thoughts

Sometimes when I walk outside, I see the faces of my family looking worn, tired and fearful. I wonder who they are, what brought them to this mental state and what stories they have to tell. We are all in this human family together, one entity under God, bonded together in deep spirituality.

My family asked me the other day, “Are you fearful of what’s to come?” My answer? “No. I have God with me. He is my light, my salvation and my rock.”

Today, this Sunday, I will post two of my favourite verses in the bible that have always given me peace when I needed it the most. Fear not, my family, for the Lord is always with you.

Fear not, for I am with thee: turn not aside, for I am thy God: I have strengthened thee, and have helped thee, and the right hand of my just one hath upheld thee. (11) Behold all that fight against thee shall be confounded and ashamed, they shall be as nothing, and the men shall perish that strive against thee. (Isaiah 41:10-11)

 Come to me all you that labor and are burdened, and I will refresh you. (29) Take up my yoke upon you, and learn of me, because I am meek, and humble of heart: And you shall find rest to your souls. (30) For my yoke is sweet and my burden light. (Matthew 11:28-30)

We are living in perilous times. Every day, a member of our family is shot, beaten and abused by the police. Jobs are lost, or rather stolen, to appease the approved “other” and our morale is sinking lower and lower. Please remember who you are and that no one can tell you who you are. You are the descendants of great thinkers, writers, poets, mathematicians, musicians and architects. We founded civilization, developed language, made clothes from animal skins and knew how to “read” the stars to detect time and weather.

We are God’s descendants. And no one can take that away from us! When you are at your most weary, call upon Him and He shall deliver you. When you are at your most fretful, call His name and He shall comfort you. And when you believe all hope is lost, remember that his blood courses through your veins.

Be in peace my family. All is not lost.

Random Thoughts This Sunday…

Last night, before I went to sleep, I read the bible. The Book of Revelations to be exact. Now, I’m not a very religious person but I am deeply spiritual. And I do believe in a Higher Power. Whenever I’m troubled and need the understanding of this strange world we live in as black folks, I read the bible.

My favourite book is the book of Job. I liken my experiences to Job but on a lesser scale. I’ve lost loved ones, had a house fire and nearly lost my life ( NO ONE can explain with reason how I survived, including the fire marshal ), had deep heartbreak, lost my job when my medical agency closed, been hungry and had a mental break, which I may add, opened my eyes to amazing clarity.  Sometimes when I look at the sky, I can almost feel the changes in the wind, the smell of the air, the taste of the diminishing quality of the food and sense the desperation of my brothers and sisters.

Being born a woman of my grandmother’s soul, I’m deeply empathetic. I pick up on the feelings of others and if I’m not careful, I internalize them and begin to fall into myself. Living in AmeriKlan, in brown skin, traps me in ways I can never articulate. I want to scream but have no voice…so I write to purge myself and acquire some form of sanity.

Last night, in the quietness of my burnt-orange coloured bedroom, I snuggled up with my favourite blanket and let myself imagine with utmost honesty and fright, what is going on in the world. Why we are suffering so much and filled with depression and anger. It was then that the Spirit told me to read the Book of Revelations…so I did:

Revelations Chapter 13

13:1  Then I stood on the sand of the sea. I saw a beast coming up out of the sea, having ten horns and seven heads. On his horns were ten crowns, and on his heads, blasphemous names.
13:2  The beast which I saw was like a leopard, and his feet were like those of a bear, and his mouth like the mouth of a lion. The dragon gave him his power, his throne, and great authority.
13:3  One of his heads looked like it had been wounded fatally. His fatal wound was healed, and the whole earth marveled at the beast.
13:4  They worshiped the dragon, because he gave his authority to the beast, and they worshiped the beast, saying, “Who is like the beast? Who is able to make war with him?”
13:5  A mouth speaking great things and blasphemy was given to him. Authority to make war for forty-two months was given to him.
13:6  He opened his mouth for blasphemy against God, to blaspheme his name, and his dwelling, those who dwell in heaven.
13:7  It was given to him to make war with the saints, and to overcome them. Authority over every tribe, people, language, and nation was given to him.
13:8  All who dwell on the earth will worship him, everyone whose name has not been written from the foundation of the world in the book of life of the Lamb who has been killed.
13:9  If anyone has an ear, let him hear.
13:10  If anyone has captivity, he will go. If anyone is with the sword, he must be killed. Here is the endurance and the faith of the saints.
13:11  I saw another beast coming up out of the earth. He had two horns like a lamb, and he spoke like a dragon.
13:12  He exercises all the authority of the first beast in his presence. He makes the earth and those who dwell in it to worship the first beast, whose fatal wound was healed.
13:13  He performs great signs, even making fire come down out of the sky to the earth in the sight of people.
13:14  He deceives my own people who dwell on the earth because of the signs he was granted to do in front of the beast; saying to those who dwell on the earth, that they should make an image to the beast who had the sword wound and lived.
13:15  It was given to him to give breath to it, to the image of the beast, that the image of the beast should both speak, and cause as many as wouldn’t worship the image of the beast to be killed.
13:16  He causes all, the small and the great, the rich and the poor, and the free and the slave, to be given marks on their right hands, or on their foreheads;
13:17  and that no one would be able to buy or to sell, unless he has that mark, the name of the beast or the number of his name.
13:18  Here is wisdom. He who has understanding, let him calculate the number of the beast, for it is the number of a man. His number is six hundred sixty-six.

Now what does that all mean? My interpretation:

The beast: Society

The sea: Nations or large groups of people

Speaking great things and blasphemy: Lying to the people and brainwashing them to have control. If you can make any large group of people believe that their neighbour is the enemy whilst using them for your own purposes…mission accomplished.

13:7: Speaks volumes without me having to say one word.

The life of the Lamb: All that believe in Christ/ Goodness/ Fairness/ Equality

13:9 …let him hear: Listen and understand to what society is telling you directly and indirectly. They mean it.

13:10 My absolute favourite! I read this over and over to gain patience and understanding. I believe the saying goes: As ye sow, so shall ye reap!

The rest of this passage, for me anyway, deals with the lying, deceit and enslavement of God’s children for power and profit.

13:16 and 13:17 deals with the mark of the beast. Did you know that during slavery, it was not uncommon for slavemaster’s to “brand” their slaves much like the way you brand your cows? That “mark” meant you were their property.

As I descend further and further into my African roots and learn the history of this country and what was done to my people, I vacillate between rage, pity, contempt and forgiveness. I know deep down whites are just as burdened as we are by their sins. They wear the heavy strain of guilt and shame like a thick cloak wrapped around their shoulders. That’s why denial is such a potent defense mechanism. We wear our depression, anger and resentment on our sleeves and faces. To be frank, I pity them. Honestly. For they have lost all humanity with the ghosts of ancestors past.

The Healing Trinity

I get many emails, personal ones at that, about the strain of the healing process while living in white racist AmeriKlan. We brown folks sure do deal with a lot don’t we? I’m no expert at healing…for me, it has become a lifelong process to un-brainwash myself from this disease I have. Some days, I am  strong and assured. Other days, I struggle terribly…I cry, need isolation from those that seek to destroy me and beg God for strength. But being a black woman, being compassionate and deeply loving my people, I wanted to share with my brothers and sisters the way I do it. I wrote a “Trinity for Healing” post for your reading pleasure. This is just my own personal way of coping. I hope that one day, God will rectify the wrongs and from the look of things…he’s already begun.

1. First lesson: The physical.

Why the physical? Because humans are prone to anger. Since the day in the garden when Cain killed Abel, we’ve been in deep shit. But vengeance belongeth to the Lord. So you must find a way to release that anger physically but constructively. My physical release is my gardening/farming. Gardening is hard work and is very labour intensive. We blacks are natural and gifted farmers. Because of us, America grew rich and flourished. Because of us, others ate and grew fat. Because of us, others were able to emulate our inborn skills and survived. When I pull up weeds, tackle a tough zucchini root and try to dig hard dirt into soft, pliable earth, I release my anger into something edible, nutritious and good for the soul. I reap the benefits of my rage with homemade soups, garlic bread, apple-zucchini muffins and oatmeal raisin bread. My family and friends LOVE to come over to feast on my homegrown herbs: basil, chives, spearmint, peppermint, dill and parsley( my brother’s favourite ), which my mom steals (LOL!), and we bond over. Please find your physical release. But…do not fall into the traps of “The Plan.” Let it be constructive and good for you.

2. Second Lesson: The emotional.

This is hard. Being an Original Person of Earth, we blacks feel intensely. And unfortunately, causes depression. Depression is a cancer of the soul. A good friend told me last night that “depression for blacks is genetic.” I’ve never heard anyone put it so simply yet so clearly. Bringing up all the hurt and pain allows your flesh to be scrubbed raw…your mind to become twisted and your heart violated. Write it out. Keep a journal. This blog is my online journal. I express myself freely, truthfully, potently and angrily. And I never apologize for it. Say what you feel. Let it out!!!! Cry, scream, do as you must to release the pain. Depression will kill you. It causes backaches, headaches, vomiting, diarrhea and is linked to heart disease and cancer, yes, cancer and early death. AmeriKlan will surely laugh with glee if we perished. And please stop eating raw sugar which is as addictive as heroin. Ween yourself off of that poison. We used to eat raw sugar cane or “granny’s molasses” which had real nutritional value. Well guess what? “The Plan” took care of that. (A post yet to come on why certain foods changed…)Emotions need to be released. BUT CONSTRUCTIVELY.

3. Third Lesson: The creative.

Why creativity? Because it’s important to have “an outlet.” Africans are writers, artists, painters, poets, musicians, dancers, singers, philosphers…we started music before it was called “music“. Our dancing was documented when we “sung and danced before the Lord”. Our creative side comes from pain and sorrow five hundred years in the making. Allow yourself to discover your creative release. Manifest that terror you face everyday into beauty…but, again, constructively….My friend is a graffiti/magic-marker artist. And she is superb! With her permission, I will post some images for your pleasure in the future.

Use this simple guideline to combat “The Plan.” And as it goes here in AmeriKlan, it will not be easy. Everything that you do in order to heal yourself will be met with opposition…like my blog with the racist comments from threatened whites. But work on this daily till it becomes second nature…I do.

Peace…

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