Food for Thought: Esoteric Meaning of the recent The Sahara Dust Cloud event

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From the Melanin Man:

Links to the Sahara Dust event:

“Saharan dust cloud cloaks U.S. Gulf Coast in choking haze”:

https://www.cbsnews.com/news/saharan-dust-cloud-us-gulf-coast-mexico-choking-haze/

“Saharan dust arrives in the US”:

https://www.cnn.com/2020/06/26/weather/saharan-dust-plume-forecast-us-weekend/index.html

“Saharan Dust Cloud Arrives At the U.S. Gulf Coast, Bringing Haze”:

https://www.npr.org/2020/06/25/883555736/saharan-dust-cloud-arrives-at-the-u-s-gulf-coast-bringing-the-haze

“Winds blow massive Saharan dust cloud in US airspace”:

https://www.accuweather.com/en/weather-forecasts/huge-saharan-dust-cloud-knocking-on-americas-door/765367

Wow.

I’ve never realized that this event occurs quite frequently on a yearly. It just so happens that this is the largest Saharan dust cloud to scoot across the Atlantic in the last 50 YEARS.

The first thought I had when I saw this happening was that “the spirits from Africa was coming to energize Black folk.” To the uninitiated, the thought sounds vague and simplistic, yet there is a whole lot of truth to it.

Reading through the articles, I came across the common explanations of climate change and global warming. Those are the most logical and rational, more likely to accepted by the masses. Yet if you study the pattern by which the dust cloud traveled over the Atlantic Ocean, it mimics the Transatlantic Slave Trade more or less. And the majority of the dust cloud covers the Caribbean Indies American South where most black-melanated individuals reside.

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Saharan Dust Model from accuweather.com

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From earth observatory.com, Saharan Dust Flow Pattern June 2020

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From Wikipedia: Transatlantic Slave Trade

At this point of my personal journey, I’m looking at things symbolically. With everything that is going on this physical hell from fake COVID-19 to the CIA covert operation of police killing Blacks and Black Lives Matter, someone or something is attempting to quell the awakening of melanated people. The tactics have gotten more intense year by year for the past nineteen years since 9/11. And as always the plot is to incite fear and paranoia amongst melanated people and shut down their pineal glands. The ultimate goal is to keep you attached to this drama called humanity, and thus, you remain prey for these invisible vampires in the upper realms.

A new age is definitely at hand. The Saharan Dust cloud moving into the Western Hemisphere is a symbol of that.

(Sidenote: In Afrocentricism, a return to African roots is deeply embraced, not so much literally like in the past but at the very least metaphorically. Embracing Ancient Egyptian (Kemet) history, which is considered the last great civilization, has been a huge part of that philosophy. To be Afrocentric is to take pride in your African heritage and all its glory, yet it turns out that pride is the biggest PITFALL of Afrocentricism. Pride in anything (especially earthly things) leads to a fall, according to the famous Good Book the Bible. Pride ( “deep pleasure”) keeps you tied to the human shell (i.e. The Great Fall in the Bible, which was the fall into humanity) or pitfall (“concealed source of disaster.”) What constantly gets overlooked is the amount of occult (“hidden”, real) science that came out of Ancient Egypt, and how much disdain the Ancient Egyptians that practiced occult science had for humanity. )

The Saharan Dust cloud provides an opportunity for melanated individuals who are or wish to be detached from humanity (“an occultist”) to use its energy to empower themselves to fulfill their desires, whatever it may be. Even melanated people who are not conscious whatsoever will be affected by this event in some aspect. And it occurs by just breathing in the air, the primary way of consumption.

Of course the media will advise the public that the dust cloud, along with the faux coronavirus, is a major health risk and to stay indoors. Yet the air has been polluted for years and NOW they advise people to stay indoors? Get real.

The time to expand your mind is NOW. You’re past due on depending on others to save; you have the power to save YOURSELF!

Get to it!

Peace and Love,

The Melanin Man

The Tiger King Madness & The Melanin Man’s Personal Milestone

 

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Courtesy of nme.com

From the Melanin Man:

I got tricked into watching Netflix’s Tiger King: Murder, Mayhem, and Madness by my significant other. I did not have any interest any watching whatsoever, for I already knew it was about Caucasoids running amok with their exotic pets. There was no reason to subject myself to such foolishness other than to kill time.

My wife casually turned on the show after dinner, the perfect opportunity to catch me off guard when the majority of my blood is focused on digesting food instead of in brain where it would be more useful ( I would have went upstairs into my office and did my own thing if that was the case lol.) Low and behold, the show caught my interest and I was instantly hooked.

Then a funny thing happen that I honestly did not expect to happen: I began to develop an appreciation for the plight of the white man/woman!!

Although I know where Caucasians stand on the real totem pole that matters and I truly understand their takeover, hostile nature, I have never in my life displayed or harbored hate towards them (and I’ve said the same thing in earlier posts.) Even understanding how the world is turned upside down by their very presence, I wouldn’t even consider them my enemy. For the Melanin Man and other melanated souls out there, the enemy has always been within: to resist the urge to deny your divine self to assimilate into this physical hell for temporary relief.  Caucasians have been placed as custodians by turncoat melanated entities (archons), who are your real adversaries outside of yourself.

Anyway back to my original point (lol!), it wasn’t as much a shock as it was a revelation for me.  Tiger King brought it home for me in so many instances. You may call it white supremacy or whatnot; to me it’s just Caucasoids having the opportunity to express themselves (their true nature) uninhibited in all their glory.

Either way, you have to admire the madness for what it is.

Watching the likes of big game exploiters Joe Exotic, Doc Antle (and yes, I’d add Carol Baskin to that list even though she hides under guise of trying to rescue the tigers) have the opportunity to capitalize off of their caged exotic pets without a care in the world for so long was a treat. Seeing how Carol Baskin basically got away with murder (literally!) with the strange disappearance of her millionaire white husband Don Lewis, without so much as a side-eye from the police is beyond belief. Witnessing a guy (Joe Exotic!) on camera threaten harm to anyone, specifically law enforcement, if they try to trespass onto his zoo property without being arrested had me at a lost of words.

And that’s only a third of the outrageousness that was presented on the show.

The funniest part to me was when they tried to place Doc Antle in negative light when it came to how was able to seduce a group of women to where he has his own personal harem to assist him in maintaining his Myrtle Beach Safari. Because we live in a faux-feminist society, it’s standard procedure to flog any man that has multiple wives/girlfriends and it appears they have been lured into a cult.  Well, it’s a metaphysical fact that your best workers are females. The woman is the greatest propagator of any earthly system she benefits from. The big corporations and world governments (glorified corporations!) have figured that out, which is why women have become a mainstay in the workforce on a global scale. Women as a whole are harder workers than men. Sadly, they will keep the system running even when the system is broken. But I digress.

Can’t blame Doc Antle for creating his own small corporation that benefits him in more ways than one.

I couldn’t get over Carol Baskins. I swear if she was a non-Caucasoid, at the very least they would have found a way to put her on trial for possible murder of her ex-husband, even if the evidence was insufficient. I’m moved to think that she got a hold of some voodoo/Hoodoo magic to dummify the investigating law enforcement agencies. The way that she stared at her current husband as he spoke when they were interviewed in the documentary was disturbing. She had to have him under some sort of mind control; she didn’t have to speak as much because he was basically her mouth-piece.

 

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Definitely a hen-pecked man (courtesy of sausageroll.com)

Hey, Carol Baskins found a way to get her ex-husband’s bag and have the world wrapped around her finger.

You have to give it to the white man/woman. This world has been geared for their success; everyone else gets screwed over. They may turned on each other from time to time for a supposed greater good (Big Brother came a-calling for a fall guy to appease the pet lover/PETA faction of their collective. Joe Exotic just so happened to be the fall guy.) Don’t get it twisted, justice was NOT being served; the machine is still alive. The white man/woman is still running amok.

And it’s really OK. Today is the Caucasoids’ time to shine. I can’t even hate on that. Accepting that reality has been a personal breakthrough for me.

There was time long ago, melanated beings had that same opportunity. That time has passed; we’ve moved on from humanity.

 

I don’t know if the same can be said for the Caucasoid. Especially since for the majority of them mastering this earthly, physical realm will be best that they will ever achieve.

 

Stay focused on the real prize, fam!

 

 

Peace and Love,

The Melanin Man

The Journey Back Home

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From the Melanin Man:

Consciousness has a totally different meaning than when I first began to question the world around me. In the beginning I had to put a name to it (Black consciousness) so it was clear where I stood in my newfound awakening. I was for Black (melanated) People, with Black People, about Black People through thick and thin. I desired to see my peoples rise from the maladies that plague us by and large still to this day.

For the most part, I’m still that way.

Yet, through my own personal experiences I’ve realized that there’s a more significant purpose, something I’ve touched on a bit in previous posts. And the term consciousness has a new meaning to me. Consciousness is not just the defense system that protects your deepest, darkest, realest part of you (your subconscious) from being subdued with false rhetoric. In this day and time for me, consciousness is waking up to the reality that you are on a mission to transform your soul into something different than from its original configuration. 

The journey back home, or the journey back to the Source as a renewed entity , can take place over many lifetimes. I guarantee that it takes more than one lifetime to fully understand the nature of humanity in its totality. I’m pretty sure that in some of those lifetimes you were not aware of your soul’s purpose (or that you even had a soul) thus you were unable to untangle yourself from the illusion of humanity. In that regard, it’s possible that you may have “wasted” some lifetimes. Yet any and all experience is good experience, whether or not you were aware of the bigger picture at the time. Also, we choose our lifetimes prior to incarnating into physical; so from that aspect, there is a possibility we choose not to be conscious at all during those lifetimes. 

Speaking for myself, I cannot imagine living one lifetime, rather multiple lifetimes at that, without being conscious of my soul’s journey. It does not seem plausible to me whatsoever. Learning about Akasha (ether, melanin, the fifth element) and the Akashic Records, it’s possible that I could’ve lived a life or lives where I was all in on humanity and being human.

Note: Without the fifth element (that inner melanin, the black sun or soul), you cannot tap into those Records.

I could have saved thousands as a hero of the people in one life, or I could have killed millions in another as a tyrannical dictator. I could have built pyramids in the Americas and/or Africa with such ease in one time, or I could have been a slave serving my masters in those same locations in another time. Thinking about those possibilities brings home the fact that this earthly physical realm is only a testing ground for all sorts of drama, whether positive or negative, good or bad. Either way, the experience enriches the soul that brings it one step closer to total metamorphosis. No need to be emotional about the madness that incurs through it all. You’re suppose to be a chaos (melanated) being anyway, so the insanity that occurs on this realm should be a piece of cake. 

I haven’t tapped into my past lives yet; someday I will once I master deep meditation and learn to listen to my inner voice on a more regular basis. For now, it’s more important to focus on the life I have now than the ones I’ve previously lived. By the way things have turned out so far in my almost 34 years of existence in this current form, especially during these interesting times, my journey may be about to come to an end. 

 

Where does your soul stand on it’s journey back home? 

 

Peace and Love,

The Melanin Man

 

Rest in Power, Dr. Afrika!

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From the Melanin Man:

Dr. Llaila Afrika was a prominent figure in when it came to improving the physical and mental welfare within the Black community. Dr. Afrika loved and cared for his people dearly and worked tirelessly to spread the knowledge of properly taking care of your health in every facet of your life. Dr. Afrika was actually my first major inspiration in my journey to self discovery and realization. I finally got to meet him last spring, and he was as confident and sure of himself as I’ve witnessed in many of his videos. Thank you Dr. Afrika for providing the information necessary for me to rise from my own trauma and become the man I was destined to be. Good luck in your next endeavors in the other side and much love 👍🏿✊🏿❤️

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Peace.

Food for Thought: The Most Ancient of Things is shooting a beam straight at us!!!

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Courtesy of UW-Madison News

From The Melanin Man:

Science is not a popular talking point among the masses unless it benefits them on a material (aka financial) level. But science, despite the deficient manner it was taught to us in school, is important and gives a better understanding of what is really going. You have to be willing to think outside of your comfort zone.

Most people (and that may be a bit generous) have a general understanding of what a black hole is. Basically, it sucks and devours anything and everything that comes near it, the point of no return (aka  the event horizon.)  Come to find out, blackholes have a tendency to “belch”, or emit blazars. According to Wikipedia, a blazar is an “active galactic nucleus with relativistic jet (a jet composed of ionized matter traveling at nearly the speed of light) directed very towards an observer.”

In layman’s terms, is it’s a beam of energy that shoots from a black hole. Ionized matter is another term for plasma, and mentioned something about plasma in the last post.  Low and behold I encountered this article on the web:

“Ancient Supermassive Black Hole Has Its Particle Beam Aimed Right at Earth” 

Excerpt: Astronomers have discovered the existence of a supermassive black hole that looks to be the oldest and most distant of its kind we’ve ever encountered – and it just happens to be aiming its bright particle beam directly at Earth.

Funny how all of this is taking place during the coronavirus madness.

You think  they are observing the stars for the hell of it? Ain’t nobody traveling to no goddamn galaxy that’s 400 billion light years away. The technology will never exist for that to happen.  They’re studying the stars to keep an eye on the MELANATED CHAOS BEINGS on Earth. Point blank! We are ancient cosmic beings. Whatever happens out there, happens within us, We encompass the ENTIRE UNIVERSE! As above, so below.

Maybe the beam is an opportunity for those of us who are asleep to rise from their slumber. Who knows?

I do know one thing. I don’t believe in coincidences.

 

Peace and Love,

The Melanin Man

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Having a Moment: The Truth about the so-called “Corona-Virus”

 

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From the Melanin Man:

I wasn’t paying attention to this bullshit, and that’s what it is, BULLSHIT!!! But considering that they are shutting down sports events, “crashing” the stock market, and restricting travel at a level not seen since 9/11, I have to speak on this and release it from my heart. Shout out to fellow blogger Jelari Sankofa and Youtuber RFG ChosenOne for sharing a piece of this already (check out their viewpoints as well.)

This is a one and done on this topic for me; it’s not worth talking about in the first place.

We are familiar with the fact that the “corona-virus” originated out of mainland China through the consumption of snakes. And as we should know, the snake is connected to the Kundalini energy. The ancient text concerning Kundalini energy originated in the region modernly known as India, which is right next to China.

The Latin meaning for corona is crown (i.e. the crown chakra.) Corona in physics also means “the plasma (or the illumination) that surrounds the sun and the stars.” I just re-discovered that plasma is the one of the FOUR fundamental states of matter in the universe (when I was in grade school, it was only three: solid, liquid, gas. I wonder if that’s still the case now.) Of the four classifications of matter, plasma is the most random, chaotic of them all (sound familiar.) Due to its intense internal heat property and random state, it CANNOT be contained in any fixed volumeWhat I also re-discovered is that the most destructive force in the universe, the black hole, is surrounded by the corona plasma. 

Another term for the black hole is the black sun.

The black SUN is also another term for souls (SOL, SOLAR) of MELANATED, CHAOTIC BEINGS!!

The full gamut of the corona-virus madness is a ANOTHER veiled declaration of war by the archon-tects of this world against the very few illuminated chaos beings on this plane of existence and those on the road to BEING illuminated. The subconscious of the uninitiated (the comatose soul beings who are still emotionally attached to the HUMAN MATRIX) is being fucked with by this tomfoolery, keeping them in fear, keeping them in place as food for those VAMPIRES on earth as well as in the heavens.

That’s all it is. This is another attempt to keep us in the fold (The Civil Rights Movement anyone?) The difference now is that the tactics have evolved; they’re shutting down the system in many areas on a somewhat unprecedented scale. Which in a way is good; it’s a sign that they’re losing leverage.

 

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Rest in Power, Black Mamba (Pic is not my own.)

For those of you who keep up with news, it’s funny how the NBA and China have had some conflict over the last three to four months concerning human right issues in Hong Kong. It’s also funny how Kobe Bryant, who was the Black GOD (or most popular athlete) in China, is nicknamed “The Black Mamba”. It’s even more hilarious when you realize he is killed (or sacrificed, doesn’t matter) on the eve of the corona-virus pandemic, which subsequently shuts down the NBA operations.

Side Note: Of all the sports in America, NBA athletes, which you already know the majority is at least 80% melanated, are the most self-aware of them all. That isn’t saying much, but it does matter to an extent when it comes to energy.

The stage was being set all along. The game continues. It’s “trauma, symbols, repetition” as I quote Brother Panic.

The archon-tects say the Naga (Nigga!) energy must be shut down by all means necessary. The human experiment must live on!

To hell with that! The chaos beings, the most ancient of things, declare that this shit must come to end! It’s time to rise to our true selves! We cannot be contained! We ARE the Alpha and OMEGA!

We are infinite, and THEN SOME! Let’s bring this shit down!

 

Peace and Love,

The Melanin Man

 

 

 

 

 

 

Food for Thought: Detaching from Black-African Romanticism

 

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From the Melanin Man:

When I first came into the knowledge concerning Black history, I mean the real Black history, it was a marvelous and uplifting realization. Throughout my life, I’ve always had a sublime awareness that there was more to the people of African descent than what was presented to the public, yet until the last six or seven years I was ignorant of the many resources that were (still are!) hidden that told of the many different ways the Black-Melanated Man and Woman created and ruled the earth since time immoral. When I started reading some of the material, it didn’t feel like I was learning anything totally new. It felt like I was re-minding myself of what I had forgotten through systemic brainwashing or coming back through the birth canal for the umpteenth time (which may be where the brainwashing actually occurs.)

Although the feeling of knowing my true ancestral worth was (is!) exhilarating, deep down I knew I wasn’t going to stay there for long. I knew the desire of wanting to restore the favor of the Black collective on this planet, promoted by so many Pan-Africans and those of us who long for that to reoccur, would fade over time. One thing I’ve known about myself forever, something that I take pride in, is that I continue to learn to prevent from staying stagnant mentally. So it was only a matter of time before I would grow out of the “remembering our glorious past and returning back to our rightful place as kings and queens.”  Learning about the inner self and how to master it, Kundalini, spirits and rituals, esoteric knowledge on melanin, alchemy opened another world that has brought life full circle for me. And even with that, it will serve its purpose and I will continue to move forward and learn even more about the world around me but most importantly, me.

Which finally brings me to the point of this post…don’t get too attached to the glorious past of the Black Man/Woman.

There was a reason why our ancestors fell. And there’s NO reason why you need to concern yourself about returning back to your place on the earthly throne. This physical realm is not (and never was) our place of refuge, although we are its rightful  ruler and creators. This is a testing ground for light beings (melanated individuals that have souls) to learn and grow so they can ascend to far greater realities than what exists on this plane. At some point we got too comfortable down here and decided to keep this thing going, fearing the unknown after death (we’ve forgotten so much to the point that we forgot we’re not FROM EARTH.)  Without getting into the specifics of Gnostic teachings concerning demiurges and archons, one of the biggest tricks that is used to keep us recirculating (i.e. reincarnation) on this physical realm is BLACK ROMANTICISM, returning to our glorious past!

The time that our ancestors had in the sun is over and done with. It served its purpose as a symbol for future generations of melanated light beings to understand the REAL REASON of why they are incarnated or have reincarnated back on earth. A physical return to Black glory was never the objective. The transformation was meant to occur  within (a.k.a. spiritual alchemy; also look up chrysopoeia) each melanated light being  when it was their time to achieve such transformation.

For some, it may take only one or maybe a just few lifetimes. For others, it could thousands. It depends. Roaming the earth as your Ancient Egyptians once did should not be YOUR PURPOSE for being here.

There is no meaning to humanity outside of spiritual transformation. And what better way to do that in humbling your-self through the human experience? Where routine and repetition is HELL! And what is the three (3) most GUARANTEED repetitive things we do as a human being???

Eat. Shit. AND SLEEP!

Yeah, sex is wonderful and all that. That is until you get older and you realize how much WORK you have to put into, and your little friend doesn’t stay lubricated or erected like in those youthful years.

 

Take pride of where and what you came from, Black-Melanated Man/Woman. But don’t get caught up in it. It’s just a tool for the REAL CHANGE that takes place within your soul.

 

 

Peace and Love,

The Melanin Man

 

 

Observations & Realizations from my Egyptian Excursion

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From the Melanin Man:

To be quite honest, this trip in many ways was confirmation on a lot of thoughts I had prior to going. This was not a spiritual journey whatsoever. This was an opportunity to test everything that I’ve REMEMBERED since I’ve awaken from human psychosis. I can say with confidence that the trip to Egypt reassured me I’m heading down the right path.

Things I’ve realized:

Although modern Egypt infrastructure as a whole looks old, impoverished, decrepit and polluted, from my point of view it appears it doesn’t affect the esteem of the people. If that was the USA, the esteem of Americans would be greatly affected (as it stands, Americans’ esteem as a whole is extremely low already.)  I could sense that spirit of the Egyptians, in spite of the poverty that I witnessed, was still mostly positive and upbeat. It seems that unlike those in the West (third world countries that perpetuate at first world countries), Egyptians place their value on themselves instead of material glamor. It was a peaceful  environment, even with the Egyptian military acting as the police in a lot areas. I could feel the synchronicity of the people and the natural flow in the environment. Nothing seemed forced and inauthentic like here in the States, where everyone is chided and lambasted if you can’t get along with everybody, where certain programs and entities have to be in place to foster relationships between different groups of people.

I seen trash on the banks of the side streams from the Nile and the Nile itself. Yet when I stuck of empty Dasani bottle into the Nile to take some back as a souvenir, it was clear as the Dasani water I had drunk out of the bottle! I figured the water would be dirty, but it wasn’t. When considering the nature of the people and the cleanliness of the environment as a whole, I wasn’t too surprised. Pollution, on a metaphysical perspective, is produced when people are in sync with each other and/or their environment.

When it comes to religions, Egypt (which today is mostly Muslim, with a few sects of Christianity residing in Cairo) take theirs serious. But there’s no possibility that any of them would blow themselves over it, like they’re trying to propagandize in the States concerning Arab nations. There is a mosque in every city we sailed by on the Nile, and every morning, early every morning, you could hear the prayer call from the mosque when we were docked and/or sailing. There was a merchant on our ship that openly prayed on his mat and read his Quran.

From one perspective you could say that their devotion to religion makes them docile to systematic abuse from the government and outsiders, and it does (and has) to some degree. But I sense honesty admiration for the faith, and I respected that greatly despite my disdain for religion. And it goes back to their self-esteem as a people and nation. Religion in the States, especially among Black peoples, is like a game we play to see how much we can get out of it. Our devotion to faith depends on how much we can get out of it, which aligns to a material, capitalistic mindset. I may have a high opinion of religion as a whole, but I definitely admire someone who’s all in with their religious faith whether they “win or lose” in it; they may be blind, but they are true to their heart (chakra!)

Some of us (well, damn, 95% of us) are faking the funk, especially in this day and age of easy accessible knowledge.

If there were any doubt that another group of people could have built the Pyramids and the temples, the Egyptians Arabs that occupy the land today dispelled it. It wasn’t the harrassment that I received from the countless Arab merchants who begged me to buy their cheap yet tantalizing products that led me to this conclusion. It was a feeling I had in my gut. Maybe it was the fact the majority of the population is inundated (blinded) in religion, a system that was created by ancient Blacks. Maybe it was the fact that I visited a Nubian village (an ancient Black tribe) where the architecture looked far superior than the building homes I saw in the rest of Egypt. The Nubians took the time to add paintings and murals to the walls of their village, to give it personality.

Even in our dilapidated state worldwide, I can still sense the extraordinary nature in Black-Melanated people when I’m around a group of us. Chancellor Williams’ The Destruction of Black People details the ruthless nature of the earlier Arabs that initially came through Kemet, how they were to gain control of Kemet yet could not comprehend or understand the significance of what they conquered until Caucasoids showed up. My gut feeling only confirmed what I read years ago in the book.

But the most important thing that I realized while in Egypt is that the age of Black-Melanated greatness and genius on this earthly plane is not returning again. That ship has sailed. The amount of communal effort and mental and spiritual synchronicity that it took to build the Pyramids and the temples is unparalleled, and ceases to exist.

It’s official: Black folk in every part of the world are done with humanity, whether they want to admit it or not.

The fact that we are in a dilapidated state lets you know we have moved on from being human beings. The peak era of Ancient Kemet actually marked our decline on the world stage. We ruled lonnnng before Ancient Kemet without interruption from anyone else, for millions, maybe billions of years. We maxed out on “how to” be a human.

Black people as a group are so individualized, having a million different mindsets between each other. We’re not on the same frequency. Each and every one of us are on different points on our path to the REAL FREEDOM: liberation from the human body!

No matter how many lifetimes it takes to do it.

Anybody who talks about Black unity and coming together is bullshitting you. That’s a herd mentality. That’s someone selling you hope for tomorrow that’s never gonna come.

And that’s ok.

Viewing the Pyramids and temples with my own human eyes brought it all back home for me.

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Coming back from Egypt, I’m solidified on what I need to do with my life moving forward. It gave me the opportunity to finally let go of the Black struggle. Now, I’m well aware of my purpose here on this prison planet called Earth. I know in my heart that this was never my home. I should not get too comfortable in being a human being. That’s not the end goal.

How will you use your time in prison? Will you continue to repeat the same mistakes and be reincarnated back in your human cell? Or will you choose to rehabilitate and liberate yourself  from the madness?

The choice is yours.

 

Peace and Love,

The Melanin Man

My Egyptian (Kemetian) Excursion-Conclusion

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Back in Cairo!

From the Melanin Man:

Leaving the beautiful Aswan, we made our way back up (down!) the Nile River back to Luxor, finishing off the last part of the trip. Back in Luxor, we visited the Al-Deir-Al-Bahari Temple and Valley of the Kings (where most of the deceased pharaohs were buried), which were a sight to behold just like the other temples. The hieroglyphics and pictures in the Valley of the Kings were the first to have their coloring preserved, which gave me a different perspective of how unique the craftmanship and artistry of the Ancient Egyptians (Kemetians.)

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Front Entrance of Al-Deir Al-Bahari Temple

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Rendition of the Valley of the Kings

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Mountain range of the Valley of the Kings

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Front of the Ramses IV tomb

 

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Tomb of Ramses IV

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Hieroglyphics and Paintings of Ramses IV and other tombs

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Also while in Luxor, we made a pit stop to an alabaster shop where they make authentic alabaster stone statues, figurines, and other products. The tourist company did a great job in setting up this trip to extract our precious dollars, yet from the rug school to the perfume school to the alabaster shop, I don’t question their validity. In my heart, the workmanship is sincere. So I didn’t mind, once again, in spending my money on a small hand-carved obelisk for $75 (although I had to talk the shop representative down from $125.) The alabaster shop had some intriguing creations.

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The God Min, again (lol)

We left Luxor and returned to Cairo, having one last day there before we returned to the States. We stayed at the Ramses Hilton which was very nice and Americanized hotel. While back in Cairo, we visited a few popular mosques and a Greek Orthodox Church (!!!), the Saladin Citadel (which was featured in the classic film  Malcolm X when Malcolm makes his pilgrimage to Mecca), and the Egyptian Museum.

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The Saladin Citadel

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Remember this scene from Malcolm X?!

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Greek Orthodox Church

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In the Egyptian Museum, I had a chance to see a slew of Ancient Egyptian (Kemetian) artifacts, the King Tut exhibit and some of the ancient mummified pharaohs and queens that they had on exhibit. The museum was so vast and voluminous that we weren’t able to finish viewing it in its entirety. The mask and tombs of King Tut were beautiful and made by hands that couldn’t have been man’s. Although taking pictures were not allowed in the King Tut exhibit and the mummy rooms, I was able to get a few pictures of the mummies but not the mask of King Tut or the other King Tut relics considering there were security around in that exhibit. I have to say, seeing blond hair on some of the mummies (red hair specifically on Ramses II), those mummies were tampered with to uphold a certain narrative. It was even acknowledged by the museum that some of the mummies were reconfigured to fit what they may have looked like in the past; what makes you think that all of them were not reinvented???

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Front of the Egyptian Museum 

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Alabaster figurines 

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Attempted picture of King Tut

 

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Mummified Pharaoh

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Reinvented mummy

Side note: The fashioning of the entire tour concerning the historical information that were given by our guide was created to fit a narrative that does not offend non-melanated individuals, to show how progressive and ascending humanity has become from a perceived “obsolete” age to the “modern, technologically” advanced times of today which promotes different religions, nationalities, personalities, etc. (or more confusion.) I had to pull my tour guide (who is an Arab Muslim) to side and ask him if he was aware of the real truth behind Ancient Kemet, and somewhat shockingly he said that he was more than aware, and that most current Egyptians do acknowledge the Black-African origins of Kemet. And just like we do in the States, he states as a tour guide, even in his homeland, he has to put on the mask because of course most of his tour patrons are non-melanated. That was not at all shocking to me; we know the madness has contaminated every inch of the earth. You can’t run from it, unless you die (no lol.) 

Afterwards, me and my mentor  begrudgingly made our return back to the States early the following morning. I felt like a prisoner on temporary leave, like I was going back to lockup after tasting home sweet home. It seemed as if time didn’t exist while we were in Egypt, like we weren’t under the gun or the whip like we are in the States.

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Back to the grind, we go!

 

I mean, who wants to leave Heaven to go BACK to Hell?

 

 

Next up….What I learned from my Egyptian Excursion 😉

 

 

Peace and Love to my melanated family,

The Melanin Man

 

My Egyptian (Kemetian) Excursion-Part 2

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From the Melanin Man:

I’m glad I brought along the book Wonderful Ethiopians of the Ancient Cushite Empire by Drusilla Dunjee Houston to read during the trip. I’ve had the book almost a year without reading it, but I picked the right time to start while cruising the Nile. The chapters on Ancient Egypt (Kemet) resonated as I was able to see some of the cities and temples firsthand that were referenced in the book. This book is an excellent reference piece when you are able to actually visit places like Egypt, Persia, and India.

Due to current world politics, I probably won’t be able to make it out the land of Ancient Persia (where Iraq, Iran, and Afghanistan reside.) I guarantee I will make it out to India before I’m forty.

Sailing down (up!) the Nile from Luxor, I could not help but to admire that scenery surrounding the river and the beautiful weather during this time of the year. Palm trees of a different breed I’ve never seen before. Local farmers and livestock peacefully going about their daily activities. Papyrus reeds scattered along the river’s shores. The air was fresh and clean and was nary a cloud in the air (I didn’t see a plane in the air spraying chemtrails for once.) It’s amazing that a good part of Egypt doesn’t see rain but only once every five to seven years, and it’s only a light rain that evaporates by the time it hits the ground! Even with the desert within a mile or less of the river, it reminded me of a paradise from a long forgotten time. I frequently daydreamed visions of donning Egyptian (Kemetian) attire as if I was a high priest or royal prince in the golden age of Black glory.

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Shores of the River Nile

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Papyrus reed farm

 

It felt like I returned home. Especially when one of the other tour guides I met on the ship greeted me with a “Welcome Home.” AND with the countless merchants and panhandlers hounding me to buy (“Only One Dolla”, “Buy, Buy!”) their products, trying to massage my ego by calling me  brother, cousin, or by saying that I look Egyptian. I admit my ego was massaged, but I didn’t “buy.”

Along the way to Aswan, we stopped in Kom Ombo to visit the Kom Ombo temple which was insightful to say the least. During the visit we learned how the Ancient Kemetians began to honor the crocodile as gods to protect themselves from crocodile attacks (which there are none currently in that part of the Nile thankfully.)

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Kom Ombo Temple

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In the adjoining gift shop, I found this wonderful sculpture of the God Min that impressed so I had to acquire. It spoke to my soul. 

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The God Min statue

Side note 1: Min shares many similarities to the Greek God Pan, who is also a fertility god. Pan is also the basis for the Baphomet symbol, which the uninitiated associate with the Devil. An intriguing connection. 

Side note 2: The food that was prepared on the cruise was some of the tastiest, yet light food I ever had in my life. Three meals a day (breakfast, lunch, and dinner), which I definitely don’t do back at “home” in the States, was served and the food didn’t feel taxing to my body. Bowel movements were consistent and frequent (TMI I know lol.) Crops are raised with natural fertilizer from the water buffalo and the cow minus the pesticides and insecticides. From my knowledge no preserved food was prepared, everything was prepared within a day or two of  being farmed. I couldn’t help but think how screwed we are back in the States.

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I know it’s Lamb, falafel, and potatoes on the plate. All of it was good!!!

From Kom Ombo we arrived in Aswan, which if you ignore the older buildings of the skyline, is one of the most beautiful cities I’ve ever visited. It had a different vibe, a relaxing vibe than the other cities I had been to in Egypt. It seemed like the sun shined brighter in Aswan; my stress levels were at all time low. Maybe it was all the felucca boats that sailed the river that gave the setting a serene feel. Maybe it was the ethnic makeup of Aswan that got me feeling super duper comfortable. The further we sailed down (up!) the Nile River, the darker the people became, the less Arab and more African the region is (I’ll explain momentarily.)

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The River Nile in Aswan

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Our time in Aswan was the best part of the trip. We visited the High Dam, which is ten times longer and five times wider than the Hoover Dam! It was a marvel to behold.

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Aswan High Dam

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We took a boat ride to Philae Temple, which had an incredible view as we arrived on the island. Due to constant flooding of the Nile, the temple was moved to its current location on higher ground after the construction of High Dam in the 1960s.

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Philae Temple, view from the boat

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Front Entrance of Philae Temple

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We stopped by a perfume shop as well, which gave us a demonstration on glass-blowing perfume bottles and the perfumes itself. The shop gave a exhibition of their perfume-making procedures and explained how their perfumes are used as the base for the major perfume/cologne sellers in the world, e.g. Old Spice, Tommy Hilfiger. They claimed that one or two drops of their perfumes could be added to a small bottle of water and transform it to a usable vial of perfume. Yeah, the sales pitch got me and some of my tour mates. I bought four 60 ml of four different perfumes for about $170 bucks. We’ll see if their claim is accurate; if not, you live and your learn. I gotta hand it to them, their marketing skills is on point. 

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Perfume I purchased

We also visited a ancient quarry that had an unfinished obelisk. Pretty amazing considering the fact that the tools that were used to shape the obelisk from the stone was granite.  There was a crack in the obelisk, so that may have been the reason it was not finished by the ancient quarrymen.

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Unfinished Obelisk

Then, we took another plane ride from Aswan to the Abu Simbel Temple, which has to be the most stunning and unbelievable achievement by man I’ve ever seen with my human eyes. Completed during Ramses II reign for his wife Nefertari (not Nefertiti.) The temple and it’s four sitting Pharaohs, which one of them is partially destroyed, were cut into the stone. The temple originally was located within the boundary of Lake Nasser, one of the largest man-made lakes in the world, and was moved to higher ground to prevent it from being flooded under the lake. I’ll be honest, the entrance of the temple is the only part of the temple worth seeing, whereas inside of the temple the hieroglyphics were not impressive whatsoever. For some reason it didn’t match the glyphs from the earlier temples we had already visited. It was the first and only depictions of war that we saw during the entire time. According to my tour guide, Ramses II, which was oddly  mentioned frequently throughout the trip, was the infamous Pharaoh in the Exodus saga in the Bible. Very interesting. 

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Front entrance of Abu Simbel

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Inside of temple, Ramses II slaying adversaries

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I wouldn’t be surprised if part of the Abu Simbel Temple was altered after the fact.

Upon returning to Aswan, we made a 20-minute boat ride to a nearby Nubian village. This part of our trip was the most enriching part of the entire trip.

Fun Fact: Aswan sits on the edge of the Nubian region (Nubia means gold), which extends well into modern-day Sudan. Ancient Egypt (Kemet) derived its origin from Nubia, which was also the site of the Ancient Kushite Kingdom. There are just as many pyramids  in modern-day Sudan as there are in Egypt that are not broadcasted to the public. The Nubian people are the darker Black-African race, the ones that look like some of my own family members and loved ones in the States! Back in ancient times even up to modern times, it was a unwritten rule for Nubians not to marry or procreate outside of their kind. If that rule was broken, the offending party would practically be disowned by the family, according to Wonderful Ethiopians of the Ancient Cushite Empire. 

The village was very colorful with various paintings on the walls that were very unique. The architecture of the Nubian village is slightly different with the Nubian vault roof which is a curved surface. The Nubian home we visited was an open-air home with floor of sand, which is used to keep the home cool and to track wildlife such as scorpions, snakes, foxes, etc. The home had running water, bathrooms with toilets and showers (no hole in the ground setup), and the kitchen had a refrigerator and stove powered by gas. It was more modern than I anticipated, although the fact it was open-air was a sign the inhabitants were not that far removed from their roots, from nature. The Nubian family also had a couple of crocodiles in the home to honor them and for good luck, just as the Ancient Egyptians (Kemetians) did. I learned that within a Nubian family, when a Nubian man marries a Nubian woman, they move into the bride’s mother’s home and the home extended horizontally. It is in contrast with Egyptians of today, which is now based on Arab influence, where an newly wed Egyptian bride and groom move into the groom’s father’s home and the home is extended vertically. African, Black society has been matriarchal throughout eternity whereas Arab and European has attempted to be patriarchal with devastating consequences to the African, Black, melanated races (reference The Destruction of Black Civilization by Chancellor Williams.)

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Nubian Village, view from boat

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Entrance into Nubian home

 

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Outside lounge area, Nubian man making fresh coffee

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Sitting area within Nubian home

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Sleeping crocodile

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Living room

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Dead crocodile for good luck

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My little Nubian cousins from another mother!

 

Last part to come soon…

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Peace and Love to my melanated family,

The Melanin Man