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

 

 

 

My Egyptian (Kemetian) Excursion -Part 1

 

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From the Melanin Man:

In my case, traveling  to Egypt was the most appropriate way to end the 2010 decade. But it was unexpected just as much as it was unsurprising.

My dear friend and mentor, also the man who hired me fresh out of college almost ten years ago, asked only seven months ago if I was game to go to Egypt during the Christmas holiday. My affinity for the Christmas charade has diminished tremendously over the last four years since I began fully embracing my dark side (lol!) and I’ve written about that fact before on this very blog once before. I’d sometimes dream of the opportunity of disappearing during this time of the year, to actually do something I enjoyed besides throwing my money away in the name of American capitalism veiled as the Christmas spirit. But there is a benefit in spending time with the people you love and care for, even if the occasion is based off propaganda. Add in the fact that I descend from Black greatness and I’d be surrounded by Blackness even if it is comatose Blackness and anything and everything we put our energy towards we make it valid, regardless of if it’s bullshit or not, because we are THE ONLY TRUE SOUL BEINGS ON EARTH and we have the element (MELANIN) that is genesis of ALL CREATION and so forth and so forth….

Excuse my rambling, but you get the picture.

Yet, I wanted to be away from the madness just once. I wanted to see what it felt like to break from the norm physically, as I had already done mentally and spiritually. When my mentor presented the opportunity to me, I jumped on it. I was leaving my wife and two daughters, my mom and my in-laws (not such a bad thing lol), aunts and uncles and cousins behind during Christmas for the first time. I was breaking tradition for the first time in my 33 and a half years of existence.

And I was excited!!!

Besides Canada and the Bahamas, I had never been outside of the USA in such a capacity so far away from home. The longest flight I had ever been on was a two and a half maybe three hour flight from Atlanta to Denver. The fourteen (!!!) hour trek from Atlanta to Cairo  easily beat that time five times over. And I would recommend to anyone that if you are traveling internationally, invest a little more money and upgrade to business or first class. Traveling economy internationally is asking to be shipped like a canned sardine. When we finally reached Cairo, I felt like I had earned some kind of badge of honor to withstand such a uncomfortable predicament for such a long period of time. The very thought of the plane ride to and from Egypt gives me nightmares. I did not even mention the invasive security procedures one has to endure checking in and out of the airport while flying internationally, the constant checking of the passport and boarding pass every step you take in the airport terminal as if someone hijacked your identity within the HALF STEP you took between checkpoints…AHHHHHH!!!

Redundancy kills a man’s spirit.

(I recall a certain episode from the classic animated show Boondocks where Granddad almost loses his shit as he repetitively goes through airport security for a trip to Costa Rica. Rest in power, John Witherspoon!!!)

In spite of the exasperation we endured throughout traveling endeavors, my mentor and I embarked on a thirteen day excursion throughout the Nile River basin that began with a initial two-night stop in Cairo with visits to the ancient ruins of Memphis and the Great Pyramids of Giza, as well as a visit to a carpet school where we had the opportunity to witness local Egyptian families hand-making cotton and silk rugs.

Side note: Let me go back and discuss the interworkings of Cairo traffic when we first arrived. Words cannot describe the chaotic nature of traffic in the Cairo metropolitan region. There are no such thing as lanes or the respect for them, as motorists maneuver within mere inches of each other and horns are constantly being blown yet not maliciously. Motorcyclists weave through the streets, carrying one maybe more riders and/or big crates of produce, without a worry that they could get smashed between the smorgasbord of moving vehicles. And I could probably count on one hand how many traffic lights I saw.  Even more amazing is that I did not see one wreck nor did I see a traffic cop giving tickets; you can’t go five miles down the street in Atlanta metro without seeing one if not both of these situations occurring. In Cairo traffic I saw a high IQ symbiotic organism that would baffle and your average run-of-the-mill American. For perspective, Atlanta metro fits between 6-6.5 million people in 8,374 square miles (land area comparable to Massachusetts!) whereas Cairo metro fits 22 million people in only 660 square miles (holy shit!!) And yet I witness more synergy in Cairo than I ever had anyone else I have been in my life. I realize just how much coddled and oppressed we are here in the States. 

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“Try this in states and see what happens”

Speaking of the Great Pyramids and the Sphinx, they are really a site to behold. I’m under the belief that ordinary human ingenuity was not behind their construction. I don’t even think modern technology could shape the stone blocks that comprise the pyramids to such precision that to this day it looks smooth and clean. The craftsmanship is unparalleled; from an engineering perspective I understand why it is close to impossible to duplicate them today. It would take hundreds, maybe thousands of years to do so.  The making of the cotton and silk rugs was a site to behold as well.

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The Great Pyramids of Giza

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Base of the Great Pyramids

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The Sphinx of Giza

The carpet schools mostly use local families (mother, father, children included) to make their carpets; each family works on their own rug, which depending on the size and design can take three to five months to complete ONE rug. The rug makers have such photographic memory that they can take one look at the rug and get right to work. To see young kids, who were smiling as they worked, assisting in the creation of the rugs was groundbreaking. I didn’t sense a sweat shop operation whatsoever (although they could’ve been fronting for the tourists), it seemed like the workers took pride in their craft. That touched my heart so much so that I purchased a rug a tad bigger that a welcome mat for a price north of $350. I wasn’t expecting that at all, but they got to me.

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Entrance to the carpet school

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Workers making rugs

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Silkworm cocoon (silk surrounds the actual silkworm)

After our initial stay in Cairo, we took a one-hour flight to Luxor where we were to board for our 7-day cruise down the Nile River.

Fun Facts:
1. The only consistent green fertile land in Egypt is along the Nile River Basin. The rest of Egypt consist of desert and the occasional oasis.
2. 90% of the population of Egypt live along the Nile River Basin, which is where most of the major cities in Egypt are.
3. Over 60% of the 105 million Egyptian population is under the age of THIRTY!!!
4. For those of you who don’t already know, North Egypt is Lower Egypt and South Egypt is Upper Egypt. The Nile River, which starts at the base of Mount Kilimanjaro, flows downhill north into the Mediterranean Sea.

Before we left Luxor to sail down (up!) the Nile River, we made visits to the temples of Karnak, Luxor, Dendera, and the Luxor Museum. The temples were just as extraordinary as the pyramids. Hieroglyphics and various pictures were imprinted on EVERY stone wall (which is limestone) and pillar, which were the tallest and magnificent pillars I’ve ever seen in person, of each temple.

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Display of original Karnak Temple

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Front of Karnak Temple

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There were mini sphinxes at each temple as well at Karnak Temple; some of the sphinxes donned ram heads instead of human.

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Sphinxes at the entrance of Karnak Temple

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Sphinx with Ram head

 

The statues of the Pharaohs at the Luxor Temple were absolutely stunning and mind-blowing; they would put the Lincoln Memorial to shame as they appeared to be at least twice its size.

 

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Entrance of Luxor Temple

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Min, the fertility God

As you noticed in the pictures, there were numerous obelisks (expression of the male principle, “The Big Dick”) at the Karnak and Luxor temples, made of limestone and covered with hieroglyphics, which would put the obelisk in Washington D.C. to shame (which of course the USA stole that from Kemet.) The obelisk in D.C. is taller (which esoterically symbolizes the insecurity of the Caucasoid) yet hollow (which also esoterically symbolizes its valueless-ness.)

It may have been that I was still recovering from jet lag and adjusting to the seven-hour time difference, but the Temple of Dendera was probably the most exhaustive, intense, and impressive temple concerning the amount of hieroglyphics and pictures displayed on the walls, pillars, and even the ceilings which had to be well over 50 feet high with such detail and preciseness.

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Front side of the Temple of Dendera

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Ceiling of the Temple of Dendera

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The temple also contained the Zodiac calendar, which was partially burned in the past by squatter locals who were cooking inside the temple.

 

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Zodiac in the Temple of Dendera

 

The visit to the Luxor Museum was relieving on so many levels. To see so many statues and figures that looked like me and the people of my kind that decended from greatness gave me satisfaction that I can’t describe with inferior language.

 

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Figure of King Tut

 

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The Goddess Sekhmet

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Egyptian God Min

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Crocodile God and Pharaoh

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More to come….

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Peace and Love to my melanated family,

The Melanin Man

 

a repost: ‘Drowning the Land of the Ancestors’: In Sudan, an Ancient People are Fighting to Stop Their Culture and Legacy from Being Washed Away

Article posted on Atlanta Blackstar (click link for original)

 

Nubian Sites

By D. Amari Jackson

Several hours north of Khartoum by car — a mere 100 miles south of the Egyptian border — lies the sand-swept Sudanese town of Amara. Although its western half, Amara West, now appears as a desolate stretch of desert with little activity, the site was once the Nile-bound island home to the ancient Nubian kingdom of Kush and served as the administrative capital of Upper Nubia. And beneath the seemingly endless sands that now dominate the area lies the extraordinary remnants of this ancient people, their communities, their cultural and daily practices.

Over the years, through sporadic excavations, archaeologists in northern Sudan have unearthed thousands of artifacts, including pyramids, decorated tombs, circular buildings with large rooms and paved floors, and villas with garden plots, some well over 3,000 years old. Given recent attention to the area by the British Museum and their use of advanced magnet technology to measure telltale energy patterns in underground features, additional burial mounds, stone temples, communal structures and the bases of pyramids have all been detected beneath the sand.

“The magnetometry survey of 2008 revealed the hitherto unknown western suburb, with a series of large villas,” reported the British Museum as part of their Amara West research project. “One of these was excavated in 2009, and featured rooms for large-scale grain-processing and bread cooking, as well as private areas with brick-paved floors and whitewashed walls.”

However, the remainder of these submerged historic treasures might never reclaim the light of day. The Sudanese government has planned the construction of three hydroelectric dams in the region at Kajbar, Shereik and Dal to generate electricity from the Nile Valley, the sole stretch of fertile land in northern Sudan. Although two-thirds of the population lacks electricity, the massive reservoirs created by the projects will carry both dire and lasting consequences for the region. The Kajbar project alone would create a reservoir of 110 square kilometers while submerging some 90 villages, displacing more than 10,000 residents, and washing away more than 500 archeological sites, including thousands of rock etchings dating from the Neolithic to the medieval era.

Nubian residents have long protested these plans as the Sudanese government began wooing Chinese firms to their construction proposal well over a decade ago. In 2007, government security forces killed four and injured dozens of residents peacefully protesting the proposed Kajbar Dam, a brazen act the United Nations criticized as “excessive force” with “arbitrary arrests and prosecutions to stifle community protest against the Kajbar dam.” In 2010, the government awarded a $705 million, five-year contract to build the Kajbar Dam to Sinohydro, a Chinese company and the world’s largest hydropower contractor. However, the project lost steam due to a combination of popular resistance, politics and money until late 2015, when Sudanese president Omar al-Bashir convinced Saudi Arabia to finance the construction of all three dams.

Many residents believe, that along with gaining access to additional mineral resources like gold and iron ore, the dam projects are al-Bashir’s way of destroying Nubian heritage, culture and opposition through displacement and “Arabization,” the intentional spreading of Arab culture, language, identity and Islam to non-Arab populations. The controversial leader was charged by the International Criminal Court in 2010 with three counts of genocide in Darfur, where he was accused of trying to eradicate non-Arab ethnic groups in the region, and where hundreds of thousands died and millions were displaced. That same year, just weeks before the referendum where southerners chose secession from the country, al-Bashir delivered a speech in the southeastern village of Al Qadarif where he clarified, “If south Sudan secedes, we will change the constitution. Sharia and Islam will be the main source for the constitution, Islam the official religion and Arabic the official language.”

For their part, the Nubians, a people with ancient roots in both current-day Egypt and Sudan, are not planning to relinquish their land or culture without a serious fight, especially given how much they’ve already suffered from such construction projects. The Merowe Dam project in Sudan was completed in 2009, increasing the nation’s electricity but displacing and impoverishing more than 50,000 indigenous people from the Nile Valley. Many of those displaced never received the electricity or the compensation they were promised by their government. And it wasn’t the first time, as large Nubian territories in Egypt have already been lost to similar projects.

“We will never allow any force on the earth to blur our identity and destroy our heritage and nation,” proclaimed the Association of Nubians, a group opposed to the project, in a November 2015 statement. “Nubians will never play the role of victims, and will never sacrifice for the second time to repeat the tragedy of the Aswan Dam.”

The construction of the Aswan High Dam in Egypt over a half-century ago flooded hundreds of archeological sites while displacing over 100,000 residents from their homes, many of them Nubian.

“If the construction of the Aswan High Dam in the 1960s served as a warning, if you will, then the repercussions are going to be terrible, not just because of the loss of an untold number of archaeological artifacts, temples and tombs, but also because of the effect on the environment and human life,” stressed Anthony Browder, a cultural historian, author and educational consultant who researched ancient sites in northern Sudan in 2015. The popular international lecturer has traveled to Egypt 55 times and has conducted 23 archeological missions to the region since 2009. Browder is currently excavating two 25th Dynasty tombs of Kushite nobles in Egypt as the first African-American to fund and coordinate an archeological dig in the country.

Browder pointed out the dire and ongoing consequences in Egypt, including a mass “displacement of tens of thousands of Nubians from their ancestral homeland,” a rise in the water table that is now leaching water into and dissolving many of the country’s priceless stone monuments, and additional environmental impacts that have polluted the Nile, hampered local agriculture and been associated with increasing rates of pancreatic cancer. “I’ve lost two very close Egyptian friends to pancreatic cancer within the last eight years,” revealed Browder, noting the “same type of things will happen in Sudan when these other dams come online.”

As further confirmation of the history at stake, the eleventh-hour international effort prompted by Aswan to salvage as many artifacts as possible led to one of the great discoveries in archaeological history. In 1962, a research team led by Keith Seele of the University of Chicago Oriental Institute Nubian Expedition uncovered a pharaonic dynasty in Sudan which predated the first pharaonic period in Egypt. However, Seele buried his extraordinary findings from Qutsul (Ta-Seti) which included the beginnings of the Medu Neter sacred writing system later called “hieroglyphs” by the Greeks, an incense burner with pharaonic markings, and the royal crown of the south depicted on the heads of a dozen pharaohs prior to the unification and first pharaoh of ancient Egypt (Kmt). Almost two decades later, the find would further confirm the well-documented Black African foundations and lineage of the pharaonic Egyptian dynasties despite ongoing and often pathetic campaigns by the white and Arab Egyptology establishment to claim otherwise.

Outside of this historic find, explained Browder, what made the situation even more significant was that the Oriental Institute “made discoveries that Seele refused to release. It was only after he died in an automobile accident that his protégé Bruce Williams brought this information to light.” If it wasn’t for Williams, added Browder, “we wouldn’t know about Ta-Seti, the oldest monarchy known to man, the Qutsul incense burner, and other evidence that has proven the Kushite influence on Kemetic (ancient Egyptian) civilization.”

Such rich history is, once again, in need of rescue. “When I was in Sudan two-and-half years ago we found that a number of sites had in fact been built during the 18th Dynasty when Egyptians had control of that part of Nubia, that part of Kush,” said Browder. However, he stressed that both Kemetic and Kushitic cultures recorded their common belief that Gebel Barkal in northern Sudan was the home and birthplace of the major neterw — loosely translated as “gods” or deities — Amen, Djehuti, Ausar and Auset. The ruins of the Temple of Amen are still visible in Gebel Barkal today. So, suggested Browder, “it stands to reason that the oldest temples to Amen, Ausar and Auset are in Kush and Ethiopia and probably have yet to be excavated.”

Still, even with the serious and ongoing threats to these rich historical sites in present-day Sudan and to the ancient Nubian culture that both reflects and reveres them, Browder’s optimism is reflective of the adage that “truth crushed to earth shall rise again.”