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Just A Reminder…

New Year’s is upon us.

For those that wish to fight back, please do the ritual with us and gain your freedom by eliminating the greatest threat to huemanity the world has ever known. Our ancestors fought and died so we can live and pass on their greatness to our children.

 

Channel them and honour them and fight back!

 

They are counting on us!

Click on this link, below and fight with us.

https://diaryofanegress.com/2014/12/14/blackness-rising-a-new-years-meditation-ritual/

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Dreams of My Father

Digging through my history has been challenging to say the least. I’ve come across so many troubling essays, articles and hidden-from-sight facts that I felt emotionally sick. But through it all, perhaps throughout my entire life, I’ve felt a deep connection to one person even when I never knew his name.

Nat Turner.

Is it possible to feel something before you know it exists?

I think so.

I’ve felt Nat Turner’s spirit with me my entire life. A burning need that defies articulation has been building in me since the day I heard the word “Nigger.” I feel him in the sun. I feel him in the power of lightning. And I feel his presence when I’m at work, giving me guidance as I stare ever so insolently into the blue-tinged, gelatinous, empty orifice of my enemies.

Nat Turner was born on October 2, 1800, in Southampton County, Virginia. While still a young child, Nat was overheard describing events that had happened before he was born. This, along with his keen intelligence, and other signs marked him in the eyes of his people as a prophet “intended for some great purpose.”

In 1821, Turner ran away from his overseer, returning after thirty days because of a vision in which the Spirit had told him to “return to the service of my earthly master.” The next year, following the death of his master, Samuel Turner, Nat was sold to Thomas Moore. Three years later, Nat Turner had another vision. He saw lights in the sky and prayed to find out what they meant. Then “… while laboring in the field, I discovered drops of blood on the corn, as though it were dew from heaven, and I communicated it to many, both white and black, in the neighborhood; and then I found on the leaves in the woods hieroglyphic characters and numbers, with the forms of men in different attitudes, portrayed in blood, and representing the figures I had seen before in the heavens.”

On May 12, 1828, Turner had his third vision: “I heard a loud noise in the heavens, and the Spirit instantly appeared to me and said the Serpent was loosened, and Christ had laid down the yoke he had borne for the sins of men, and that I should take it on and fight against the Serpent, for the time was fast approaching when the first should be last and the last should be first… And by signs in the heavens that it would make known to me when I should commence the great work, and until the first sign appeared I should conceal it from the knowledge of men; and on the appearance of the sign… I should arise and prepare myself and slay my enemies with their own weapons.”

Then, in February, 1831, there was an eclipse of the sun. Turner took this to be the sign he had been promised and confided his plan to the four men he trusted the most, Henry, Hark, Nelson, and Sam. They decided to hold the insurrection on the 4th of July and began planning a strategy. However, they had to postpone action because Turner became ill.

On August 13, there was an atmospheric disturbance in which the sun appeared bluish-green. This was the final sign, and a week later, on August 21, Turner and six of his men met in the woods to eat a dinner and make their plans. At 2:00 that morning, they set out to the Travis household, where they killed the entire family as they lay sleeping. They continued on, from house to house, killing all of the white people they encountered. Turner’s force eventually consisted of more than 40 slaves, most on horseback.

By about mid-day on August 22, Turner decided to march toward Jerusalem, the closest town. By then word of the rebellion had gotten out to the whites; confronted by a group of militia, the rebels scattered, and Turner’s force became disorganized. After spending the night near some slave cabins, Turner and his men attempted to attack another house, but were repulsed. Several of the rebels were captured. The remaining force then met the state and federal troops in final skirmish, in which one slave was killed and many escaped, including Turner. In the end, the rebels had stabbed, shot and clubbed at least 55 white people to death.

Nat Turner hid in several different places near the Travis farm, but on October 30 was discovered and captured. His “Confession,” dictated to physician Thomas R. Gray, was taken while he was imprisoned in the County Jail. On November 5, Nat Turner was tried in the Southampton County Court and sentenced to execution. He was hanged, and then skinned, on November 11.  —- {From African-Americans on Nat Turner}

Nat Turner, my forefather, will be my guiding Spiritual force when the universe makes its long-awaited shift and Africans are finally awakened to their rightful place on Earth.

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