My Blackness….

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From the waking sun to the setting of the moon.  I am cognizant of my existence on this plain.  My ancestors are alive in me and whisper in my ear.  “Do not ever forget.” I can’t.  Every time I look in my mirror.  I’m well aware of my blackness.  It’s not just a skin color; it’s the essence of knowing where time began.  It’s acknowledging that thought, language and innovation began with those who were born from the darkness. Sculpted by God.  The stars know our name.  Galaxy children.  Born to fly with the angels.  We are divinity in the flesh.

Oh….Waho-waho-way-ohhhh…

A song echoes through my soul.  Music is life.  It gives me joy.  And never ending hope.

I lost a really good friend last week.  I was sad.  He knew me from way back when.  Memories of grade school go through my mind.  Not many of us are blessed to have friends who knew us before we “became” who we think we are.  They knew us before we started living to other folk’s expectations.

That’s why I stayed away from the “special folk.”  You gotta sell your soul just to get through the door.  There’s nothing on this earth that could afford to me.  God’s price of my existence can’t be measured by man’s feeble definition of worth.  I am a King’s child.

When you vibe from the universe and your mind takes you beyond the Milky Way.  What else is there than can surpass the heavens? I think of the speciality that is within me.  Really, how do you define uniqueness wrapped in the extraordinary? I’m not from here.

And Erykah Badu sings about an orange moon, I’m wondering if it’s really blue.

What is Blackness?  What really is it?  It’s not just a skin color.  No.  It’s space.  It’s beyond the galaxy.  It’s deepness.  It’s mystery.  It’s undefinable.  The sun is the only thing that is close to its power.

Whatever it IS. I am it.

 

 

 

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Who Killed Kenneka Jenkins?

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On Sunday, September 10, 2017, I got up early to cook Sunday dinner, as I always do.  In the meantime, thinking about the coming Hurricane that was ensuing.  It was eerily still that morning.  But having been in a Hurricane (Matthew) earlier in the year; this was typical.

Later, I got on Facebook and checked my messages.  About an hour into talking back and forth between friends, there was a story trending.  Someone had placed a video from Facebook live of some girls in a hotel outside of Chicago, IL.  I saw the name Kenneka Jenkins, found dead in freezer, in a newsfeed post, multi-window attached.  I was intrigued and went to check out the video.  Honestly, I couldn’t gather anything from it but apparently, Kenneka had went out with these friends and went to a party at the Rosemont Hotel outside of Chicago, IL.  During the video, a girl with red hair extensions, later identified as Irene Roberts, was going live while in the room on Kenneka’s best friend, Monifah Sheldon’s phone.  She put this on her Facebook page.  Later on she deleted it.  Like everyone else, I was trying to decipher what was happening.  Within hours, the video went viral; and a host of internet detectives began to weigh in.

Was Kenneka set-up?

I’ll post the videos for you to analyze below.

Original video:

 

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Guy From Hotel Tells What Happened:

 

Audio Breakdown of Video:

 

Whatever happened to Kenneka, her best friend let her down.  She was just 19.  The sad part of this was the fact that she thought her friends had her back.  They failed her.  All of the people that were in that hotel–and knew what was happening, need to be tried as adults and imprisoned.

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This child deserves justice!!!

 

 

 

The Return of Black Gods

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Black people!!! It’s time for a new revolution. The old is passing away; and things are stagnant because no one is being creative or bold. People of African blood are CREATORS! American culture is rooted in Black progenitors of style and ingenuity. From art to fashion; academia, science, mathematics, poetry, music, dance, literature, cinema, sports, et al. We MADE our mark–and set records. Black culture has been the heartbeat of this country. Its rhythm, the pulse that gives it life. I don’t know about any of you, but it’s time to stop living other people’s despair.

We are the Illuminated Ones.  The first people who knew and talked to God.  We must get back to our true selves.

If you have been following this Caucasoid, parasite, you are living backwards.  You’re seeing a devalued view of your innate state.  We are not like them and should not be mixing our genetics with them.

For those who over-stand breeding, you can change the genetic structure of a species, simply by interfering with it’s reproductive system.  You don’t breed a thoroughbred with a donkey.  This would completely degrade the offspring of the thoroughbred.  You don’t mix dominant with recessive.  But that is exactly what has happened to many Black people in this oppressive and abusive relationship with the white man.

God made us to be his crown jewel.  Everything began with US.  He gave us strength, knowledge, talent, spirituality, and wisdom. Our consciousness operates at a high frequency, allowing for us to communicate with Him.  But many of you lost contact with the Creator–and that’s why your lives have been disconnected.

The white man has plotted to kill you.  And everything that you’ve been through was designed to destroy the God-MAN inside of–YOU; and cut off your relationship with our Father in Heaven.  He is the power source; and it’s time to allow him back into your life if you want to BE the Men you were designed to be.

The greatest revolution that could change everything…Is to have the audacity to force society to stop living a false narrative that had been scripted for us to lose!

We already won! Start living and acting like it!

I’m gonna feel good regardless.

God is Warning This World!

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“In the last days, God says, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams.”  Acts: 2:17

Currently, as I’m typing this blog entry, I’m listening to a video on YouTube.  It is about people who’ve actually been to Hell.  God has been pouring out his spirit on the earth and if you go to the site, you will see many videos loaded up regarding frightening visions that God has been giving to regular people around the world–many of whom were not Believers.

I’ve been listening to many of these videos for about 3 years, doing research.  What I learned is that yet again, Biblical prophecy is being fulfilled.

Many people don’t believe in Hell.  Even some people in the church.  For God to have to pour out his spirit in this manner, means that we are in deep spiritual peril. This generation does not know HIM.  Everything that is being marketed to people on this planet,is the complete antithesis of what the Bible teaches.  But God is merciful and although many of these visions show the true horror of Hell; in his love, Our Heavenly Father is trying to save our lives.

I have an Atheist cop friend who is also a narcissist. He mocks Christ on his Facebook timeline and other Christians.  I’ve reached out to him but he is stubborn.  He has an older brother that is also Atheist.  Neither have any knowledge or understanding of Christ.  They are spiritually dead.  My heart grieves; and I pray for both of them.  I’ve asked God to intervene in both of their lives so that they will know HIM.  My  heart is heavy but I am also vigilant to pray for both.  Neither even know it.  God has moved me to do so.  And I obey. Wouldn’t you do this for your friend if they didn’t believe?

What are we to do when we see a generation of people who are going to Hell?  Young people are dying at record rates.  From drug overdoses, suicide, murder–even sickness that they shouldn’t even be afflicted with but they are not covered by God.

I am sad.  But I am more vigilant and I am asking those here, if you do not know Christ, to accept him in your heart and in your life.  Ask him to Cover you with his blood as well as your family and friends.  BELIEVE that HE IS!  It is your only protection and salvation.

But many of you reject salvation. You want your sin.  He offers you eternal life is you serve him…BUT YOU WANT THE LIFESTYLE OF THE RICH AND FAMOUS.  But!  This comes at a price.  Are  you willing to pay it?  With your life?

Who are the wealthy that you seek to emulate.  Do you know where they get their power?

The Elite are Luciferians.  They are controlling everything going on in this world.  We are yet again, being manipulated by evil men who are intent on destroying mankind for their own gain.  They are Satan’s disciples.  We absolutely must take them seriously. They are making plans to bring forth a new time in which all human beings will be enslaved to the wealthy people of this world who have sworn to carry out Satan’s agenda.  And to eat, you must take the mark of the Beast, 666. They want you to fear them.  DO NOT.  Fear only God.  For He is The Creator of You an all things and worthy to be praised.  He is mighty and knows all things. And He wants you to FEAR NO MAN! Keep your eyes on Him!

Powerful Testimony of Dr. Earthquake Kelley

Pray for your children!

For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?” Mark 8:36

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WTF?! Kendrick Lamar Has Arrived!

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Good Afternoon.  Or whenever you read this.  Today…I am in a state of “awe.”  Yes.  By now.  You’ve already heard about and listened to this album.  Aptly entitled, DAMN.  It’s Kendrick’s Lamar’s latest release.  And I have to say, as a new fan, this young man has earned his spot as the G.O.A.T.  No argument.

As an artist, it is one thing to have a hit album.  But when you keep topping yourself, you’re not just another entertainer, you are a genius.  And Kendrick Lamar has a vision and purpose with his music.  His passion and his love for what he does spills into every track on this album.

I have to be honest, my first introduction to Kung Fu Kenny, came by accident in overhearing a discussion about the Grammy’s.  This person was awestruck by Kendrick’s performance.  Honestly, I really wasn’t expecting much.  Given that I had stopped listening to rap after Tupac and Biggie died.  Curious, I decided to Google it anyway,  although that I didn’t watch any awards shows any longer.  I checked it out, and I have to tell you, it blew my mind.  Needless to say, I watched it many times.  It moved me on that level.  The last time that happen was when I watched Michael Jackson’ Emmy nominated performance of Billy Jean and Prince’s performance of Purple Rain on The American Music Awards.  Kendrick was in a different league, forcing EVERYONE IN HIP HOP to raise their game.

That’s what true artistry does.

I’m listening to DAMN as I write this. And I’ll listen to it some more.  It’s that good.

If you haven’t listened to this album, MAKE SOME TIME to do so.

You’re listening to a legend in the making.  Saying that, I wonder what Tupac Shakur would say…

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Hot Shit!

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I’m sitting here looking out the window, listening to Common’s Like Water For Chocolate, and this track (title) is playing.  It got me to thinking about a lot of things; and the title has me feeling some kind of way.  Remember the days when Black music made you get amped?  I’m not feeling this current state of negativity and fear right now.  I’m a warrior and I’m looking for the battle–not running from it. I’m just that kind of chick.

Where are the warriors!  Where?  Where are those dudes that walked down the street in the neighborhood who walked in a squad–like African lions, fearless, strong, no equal in sight?  Their presence was bold; and no one dared challenge them.  Cold Blooded. Ruthless.  Kings!

There was a time when Black folks walked like the kings and queens we called ourselves. We were uppity.  Proud.  Unapologetic.

BLACK AMERICA IS DEAD!

Black culture has been on a respirator and so has the country.  Our spirit has been weakened and this country it seems is on life support.  When our fire rises.  America soars. It is our energy that makes everything move with rhythm.  From music to fashion, everything we touched was more creative.  Like the sun brightens and nourishes; so did our culture do the same for this country we call America.

Love and Happiness.  Will it return?  Will we dance again?  Will the funk revive the Funkateers who have been hibernating, in distress from so much gloom?

I wonder.

So I listen to Common.  And I hunger for something different to revive us.  Something that will make the light shine again.  I miss good times.

And so I fantasize we’ll be happy again.  Making this place pop!  Elevating everything around us!  It’s time to push evolution through our consciousness.  Create from the divinity within each of us.  Find out identity again.

It’s time to flip this script!

Time to start a new thing!  Afrofuturism please!  Take us away…to another galaxy.  Our existence here has been compromised.

The world is waiting for Black People to return!

 

 

I’m A Ruthless…@$&F! And I’ll Prove It!

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No.  This isn’t me.  But the attitude conveyed in the pic, fits.  Yeah.  I’m feeling some kind of way today.  I’m unapologetic and dare anyone to try me–just once.

Had a nice talk this morning with a friend.  We were discussing nosy, aggravating MUTHAS who don’t know how to mind their own business but have enough time to try and manage your life.  This really was just venting for me.  One of my aunts had called me the previous night–and upon answering the phone, the woman didn’t even say hello but proceeded to tell me what to do about a matter in which she, number one, had no input financially or spiritually, and two, it was NONE OF HER DAMN BUSINESS.  This particular aunt is very proactive in trying to dictate what others should do in situations but she is also the aunt who spent years in an abusive marriage, was a co-dependent, never went to college, never worked, was an alcoholic, drug addict, chronic smoker, LOVED TO PARTY, et al, but yet, she now thinks that because she finally started going to church; it is her duty to handle everyone else’s affairs.  But here’s the kicker: I NEVER ASKED FOR HER HELP OR ADVICE. Of course, I told her off.  She couldn’t handle my truth, thus, she hung up in my face.  Oh! I don’t play that!  Immediately, I blocked her number.

I’m not in the mood for this.

The audacity of this woman.  I guess she forgot where she came from. I had to remind her: Just because you stopped getting high, doesn’t mean you’re clean. Anything can trigger your addiction again. The sky is too high to be sitting on a pedestal, looking down at those who are still crawling. Don’t fall and break your neck.

Have you ever just not cared?  I mean…you really, really, REALLY, don’t care and you actually fantasize about some unsuspecting nimrod who becomes foolishly bold, and decides to try you, simply based on their presumption that “you won’t do anything to them…” So they think.  But they don’t know you, do they?  They…DON’T.  And like any cat, you have to discipline the little mouse who didn’t realize the power it was tempting.

This morning, my aunt called…very early.  It was 6:00 a.m.  My mother, who lives with me, answered the phone.  I was getting reading for work.  I don’t talk on the phone that early in the morning if it isn’t an emergency. They spoke briefly.  When she got off the phone, she mentioned my aunt said she loved me.

Really?

My eyebrow raised.  Oh, she had a touch of conscience? Woman, please…I know your ass, ok.

Yeah. Whatever…

Family, right.

 *Rolling eyes*