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

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.)

Front Entrance of Al-Deir Al-Bahari Temple

Rendition of the Valley of the Kings

Mountain range of the Valley of the Kings

Front of the Ramses IV tomb

Tomb of Ramses IV

Hieroglyphics and Paintings of Ramses IV and other tombs

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.

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.

The Saladin Citadel

Remember this scene from Malcolm X?!

Greek Orthodox Church

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???

Front of the Egyptian Museum 

Alabaster figurines 

Attempted picture of King Tut

Mummified Pharaoh

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.

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

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. 

“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.

The Great Pyramids of Giza

Base of the Great Pyramids

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.

Entrance to the carpet school

Workers making rugs

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.

Display of original Karnak Temple

Front of Karnak Temple

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

Sphinxes at the entrance of Karnak Temple

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.

Entrance of Luxor Temple

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.

Front side of the Temple of Dendera

Ceiling of the Temple of Dendera

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

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.

Figure of King Tut

The Goddess Sekhmet

Egyptian God Min

Crocodile God and Pharaoh

More to come….

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Peace and Love to my melanated family,

The Melanin Man