An Analysis: Black and Introverted in a White Man’s World

 

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From the Melanin Man:

For the longest, I’ve considered myself a staunch introvert.

I’m not too big on crowds. I am more comfortable with one-on-one interactions instead of group dialogues. I enjoy my spending time with myself, by myself, and away from everyone else.

But was that by nature, or by design?

From what I recall, prior to my parents’ separation when I was only 10, I was more talkative, more outgoing, more vibrant, more confident as a young kid than I was in my later teens, and quite honestly, well into college and young adult age. Basically, I was more on the extroverted side.

With dad leaving and not being as involved as he once had been before the split, I started to be more shy and timid, afraid to speak up and embarrassed to speak out…

…to defend myself…

…to express my opinions and thoughts, OR…

even introducing myself to the ladies lol smh.

In this parasitic white-European society, it is crucial for the Black mother and the Black father  to stay involved in the development of their offspring throughout their adolescent years.

If not, well, we know what the consequences are, from others we know or through our own personal experiences.

After dad left the scene, I was easy pickings.

I may have dodged the trappings of  teen pregnancy, the drug game, gang life, jail or even an early death, but I became withdrawn nevertheless.  Going thru an educational system (the most essential tool used by our adversary) that does everything in its power to subdue the unique individuality of the Black child can turn the greatest of our children to reclusive  and isolated beings.

Through means such as…

…using medical diagnoses like ADD/ADHD (yeah, they tried to put that label on me. Thank you mom for fighting that!) to keep the Black child medicated and sedated…

…having primarily white-European female teachers who ADVERTANTLY adhere to upholding an illusionary white supremacy doctrine and know nothing about raising or caring for the welfare of Black children whatsoever…

…being influenced by their fellow Black peers and loved ones, who are brainwashed themselves through programming, with bullying and peer pressure to conform and fall in line…

…parents who are, figuratively speaking, deaf, dumbed-down, and blind that they have no clue how to actually get the best out of their offspring but to go by the tried and true method…

..this society has perfected the art of repressing and oppressing the natural greatness and genius of the Black child!!

Granted, despite all of that, we have managed to find major success  in every field and arena imaginable, in spite of our personal circumstances (either two-parent, one-parent, no parent home, etc.)  Yet that success is still based off the rules and framework of a white-European minded archetype that goes against our true nature as highly-melanated beings.

We can’t be who (and what) we truly are. Or rather, we are not ALLOWED to be.

That would obliterate the delusion that is white supremacy.

That’s why it is a must, a requirement actually, right now in this day and age that the Black mothers and fathers of today’s Black youth are WOKE and CONSCIOUS of, first and foremost, themselves and their culture,  as well as the paradigm we are currently TRAPPED in.

With THIRD EYE (first eye) Black parents teaching their offspring, the demise of this destructive white-Eurocentric paradigm will surely be achieved.

I acknowledge that my dad’s departure from the family unit took a toll on my physical, mental, and physical health, yet I refuse to place the blame entirely on his shortcomings. When I think about it from a spiritual perspective, my decision to draw within after my dad’s absence was a defense mechanism to shield me from a world that is not keen on Black pride or excellence in any shape form or fashion. From my recollection, Dad, may he rest his soul  in peace and power, was not aware or awaken to the true machinations of this paradigm. I truly believed that if he had been more involved in my adolescent years, at best, he would have only taught me simply how to survive (see: perpetuate) the current paradigm, not to DEPART from it and to DESTROY it.

Not to say that I didn’t need or want my dad during that time in life, but sometimes I ask myself: the man I am striving to be, was I better off?

(If it seems like I’m placing a lot of responsibility on Black men, refer to this post for perspective. Also, there will be second part to that post that is specifically geared toward the men.)

I see my dilemma as a microcosm of the Black collective in general today, introverted and withdrawn. Only until adulthood through my own extenuating circumstances did I began to fully embrace my Blackness, my melanated self, and broadcast it for the world to see, no matter the circumstances.

The result? The Melanin Man.

When will we, Black Man and Black Women, start to become more extroverted as a collective like we once were not too long ago?

 

Sooner or later, our true nature, when we embrace it, will come to the surface eventually!

As the saying goes…as above, so below! Or more aptly put for this post…as below, So ABOVE!

 

Stay Black and embrace that melanin, family!

 

Peace and Love to my melanated family,

The Melanin Man

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Passing and Receiving Recognition : The Sunshine Blogger Award

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From the Melanin Man:

A fellow blogger, Luminous Life Links , nominated me for an award recently, The Sunshine Blogger Award. I love that title! It’s nice to know that I am able to relate and connect with people at this stage in my life. That means my blogging efforts are not in vain. Here a description of the award:

 

The Sunshine Blogger Award is an award given from one blogger to another as a way to promote community and boost moral. Bloggers give this award to an equal whom they feel embody creativity and talent.

 

The RULES!

  1. Thank the blogger who nominated you and link back to their blog.
  2. Compose a post on your blog and answer the 11 question asked by the blogger who nominated you
  3. Nominate 11 other bloggers and give them new questions to answer.
  4. Notify your nominees and display the Sunshine Blogger Award on your post.

 

My Questions and Answers:

  1. What is your biggest accomplishment to date? Besides my kids, writing a semi-memoir/novel that I’m in the process of editing. Hopefully I can get it published by the end of this summer.
  2. Who in your life has influenced you the most? My mom first in my adolescence, then I would say more recently my mentor TB (his initials) who influenced and encouraged me to go down the current path I’m one.  
  3. What is one of your hidden talents? It’s more so that I don’t use it often than being hidden, but I’m a decent singer.
  4. If you could have donate 100k to any charity of your choice, which charity would it be and why? I would rather donate my time and energy than money. I value the sweat equity. Plus I don’t trust charities no ways.
  5. Name one thing you want to do before you die. I want to go skydiving once before I leave this plane.
  6. Name a guilty pleasure. I won’t be too deep today LOL so I ‘ll go the food route: Red velvet cake and Cool Ranch Doritos.
  7. What is your biggest insecurity? Did you overcome it? How? Honestly over the last two years I’ve kept my insecurities in check, but if I had to pick one that gets me every now and then, I would say my body weight of course. I have control of it mostly,  but there are times when I have to avoid being naked in front of the mirror  or I’ll become self-conscious. The mirror is the worst invention EVER I tell ya!!!
  8. How did you come up with your blog name? I wanted a name that punctuated the essence of me and the mindset I wanted to have, thus birthed The Melanin Man.
  9. How long have you been blogging? A little over two years.
  10. What is up next for your blog? I talked about health, diet, and world affairs as it concerned Black folk when I first started. But now looking to move toward more melanin and spritiual/metaphysical content.
  11. Where do you see your blog and yourself in the next 6 months to a year? Still alive and well hopefully LOL the blog and me ;-). I see myself becoming even more detached emotionally and spiritually from the madness/matrix/illusion. For me personally that’s the only logical step at this point on my journey.

 

Here are 11 of my favorite blogs (in no particular order). Thank you for sharing yourself and inspiring me to be a better me! Your blood, sweat, and words are not in vain, fam.

Show them some love when you have a chance:

  1. Kushite Empire, Kushite Prince
  2. black burgundy, Kelley
  3. diary of a negress
  4. blackmystory
  5. Whispers of a Womanist, C.C. Saunders
  6. kindfeelings, JajaWallace
  7. MINDSIGHTCOLLECTIVE
  8. shelbycourtland, Shelby Courtland
  9. Aisle C
  10. 25, Black, and Alive, Cliff Green
  11. Luminous Life Links  (I may not suppose to re-nominate the person who nominated me, but I like your blog a lot! lol.)

 

Nominees: Please see the rules above. After you compose your blog post and answer the 11 questions, please come back to this post and comment with the URL for your post. Also, feel free to share any thoughts about this experience.

 

Here’s the 11 questions:

  1. What inspired you to start blogging?
  2. If blogging did not exist, what other avenues would you use to express yourself?
  3. What is the biggest regret that you have? Can you rectify it?
  4. What is the one place you haven’t visited that you would want to visit?
  5. Name one skill you would like to master before you die.
  6. If you could pick one blogger you would want to meet in person, who would it be?
  7. What is the one thing you would change about yourself?
  8. What animal describes you best?
  9. Whose had the greatest impact in your life?
  10. What does being Black  mean to you?
  11. Where do you see yourself five years from now?

 

Review the rules before writing your post (if you decide to do so LOL!)

 

Enjoy your day, fam!

 

 

Peace and Love to my melanated family,

The Melanin Man

BLACKMAN-BLACKWOMAN Series: The Black Woman is the Protector of the Black Man

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From the Melanin Man:

 

Caution: Hey fellas, I’m not trying to get brownie points with the ladies here. I’m simply expressing my true feelings on these matters. So don’t feel slighted…

 

I’m a pretty decent player of chess. I haven’t played in years, so I have to dust off my skills so I won’t embarrass myself the next time (?) I do play the game. But I have to say, chess is the best and YES, overused analogies to the game (or illusion?) of life.

Most of us who are familiar and practitioners of the game of chess will admit that the Queen is the most powerful and dynamic piece on the board. That is a gimmee. Just as the King, the Queen can move north-south, east-west, and diagonally. The difference is that the Queen can move as many spaces at a given turn whereas the King can only move one space at a time. And just like the Castle, Knight, Bishop, and Pawns, her duty is to protect her King.

Just about every chess player will tell you that the Queen is the ultimate x-factor within the game. That same thought applies also in the game of Life.

On the surface it appears that the Black Woman is low on the totem pole in terms of respect and value on the social, political, biological, basically in all facets of the paradigm. In actuality, the Black Woman is THE FOUNDATION AND BASIS of that totem pole, the supreme being on the planet only matched by her male counterpart the Black Man. Yet if us Black men were to be truly honest with ourselves, the Black Woman is the strongest being between the two of us.

The belief that “women are the weakest species” is a half-truth; from a physical perspective that may be the case. But on the spiritual/metaphysical level they have their male counterparts beat by a country mile, because primarily the Black Woman has the stronger connection to Nature between the two.

In the BLACKMAN-BLACKWOMAN Relationship Part 1 and Part 2, I explained what the true dynamics should look like between the Black Man and Black Woman: Black men are to create new realities/solve the problems/ provide new visions, Black women are to nurture/foster/cultivate those new realties through conducive environments and vibrant offspring. Basically the Black Man is the agent of change (acid, the catalyst), and the Black woman is the securer (base, the foundation) of that change and how it will be manifested.

 

(Side note 1: It’s popular opinion that women, on whole, need to feel security from the man. Maybe in the physical realm, through finances, physicality, etc. When it comes to what truly matters in the long run, the man is really in need of the woman’s security  to realize his vision.)

(Side note 2: A analogy within an analogy, in Kemetstry (Chemistry), when an acid is mixed with base solution, the acid transforms the base into a new substance. After the transformation is complete, the acid is dissolved and only the new substance remains. Maybe there is a correlation to why women, particularly married women, commonly outlive their husbands. Must be Nature, huh?!)

 

Yet we place too much emphasis on the decrepitude state that a good number of our Black men find themselves in. We should realize that when the Queen, the Black Queen,  is apprehended in chess, the game is effectively over (unless you are the very, very few who’s skilled enough to hold your own without the Black Queen, which is extremely hard when your opponent has their white Queen still in play.) The Black Man (King) does not have a fighting chance to thrive or even survive when his Black Woman (Queen) has been captured and co-opted by his white rival(s). His vision cannot be realized nor actualized when his woman has been seized and brainwashed with a European mindset that is totally detrimental to the essence of the Black Woman and subsequently, the Black Man.

As a tool used  by her white King and a false ally of the white Queen, the Black Woman herself is transformed into a change agent (a male imitation) and dispatched to the Black man to compete with and eventually force his surrender to assimilate into the Eurocentric, Westernized way. Unfortunately and on most occasions inadvertently, that parasitic mindset is passed down to their offspring.

Game. Set. Match.

I love the fact that my sistas are achieving in every profession imaginable, from S.T.E.M. based professions to law and politics to entrepreneurship. Y’all want the good life. Plus, a good number of y’all these days are the breadwinners and have to hold the fort down for your families. These examples only exemplify the brilliance and ingenuity that y’all possess, and its BEAUTIFUL baby!

But ask yourself the following questions, ladies:

Whose world are you supporting and keeping alive by participating within its machinations?

Is it a world envisioned by your true equal, the Black Man?

Does it take advantage of ALL of your gifts and talents that you’re aware and unaware of?

Is that melanin of yours really being put to the test?

Don’t get me wrong, sistas, the Black Man overall is missing in action. We lost our spiritual connection somewhere along the way and, thus, our vision to return to Blackness. Minus the few Black men who have continued to fight the good fight, we’ve waved the “white flag”, unchallenging and incorporating into white supremacy. Consequently, we lost the trust of our women.

So we have our work cut out for us.

But trust, the tide will turn and we will find our way home once again, my Queens and Goddesses!

(Don’t worry brothers! There’s a post coming for you concerning what the vision should look like in the near future. )

 

I believe this to be truth that can be taken to the bank any day of the week: No woman on EARTH can compare  nor equal the magnificence and splendor of the Black Woman!

 

I’m obviously prejudice in that regard ( and many, many other regards), and that’s OK.

She birthed me, she nurtured me, she raised me, she loved me…

…and she is the TRUE PROTECTOR, THE GATEKEEPTRESS, OF MY (OUR) REALITY!

 

I love you, Black Woman. The image below says it all!

 

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Peace and Love to my melanated family,

The Melanin Man

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Q &A : What is Blackness to You?

 

From the Melanin Man:

So Mr. Melanin Man, what is Blackness to you?

“Well, if really want to hear what I have to say…

 

“Blackness is MORE than my caramel-copper skin tone or the twirl and curl of my hair uniquely referred to as a “nap.”

“Blackness is MORE than the sum of my struggles as a “person of color” growing up in the “land of milk and honey.”

“Blackness is MORE than the style of my wardrobe, the roots of my heritage, the gait in my walk, or the slang in my talk.

“Blackness is MORE than a two-hour fantasy film that gives a DEPICTION of what Blackness is from a foreign perspective.

 

“These are physical qualifiers that are SENSELESS to the advanced spiritual being that I AM!

 

“Blackness, to me, is AWAKENING the feminine energy that is primal to me from dormancy to practicality.

“Blackness, to me, is the NEVER ENDING QUEST, to constantly dive in the “dark abyss” to gain the KNOWLEDGE OF SELF.

“Blackness, to me, is placing the gift of my melanin, THE ESSENCE OF MY SOUL, under the stress of life trivialities to transform into the GOD I AM destined to be.

“Blackness, to me, is all-encompassing, infinite, ever-lasting, FOREVER AND ETERNITY!

 

That is what Blackness is to me.

And that is WHAT, not WHO, I AM!!!”

 

What is Blackness to you, fam?

 

 

Enjoy your Friday!

Peace and Love to my melanated family,

The Melanin Man

Having a Moment: The Black Panther and breaking away from decoding/analyzing the movies of our enemies

 

 

From The Melanin Man:

Disclaimer: This is not a spoiler alert. There will be no DECODING/ANALYZING conducted on this post. I refuse to waste precious energy on decoding such tomfoolery.

(For those of you who wish to read that, click here, here, here, here and here. And here. AND here. There brothers and sisters of mine have already done a beautiful job of that.)

Reluctantly this morning I accompanied my wife to watch probably (let’s be honest, it is) the most hyped Black movie of all-time Black Panther. Previously I told myself I wasn’t going to rush and watch the movie, in part due to the obscene amount of hype it has received thus far. The other reason was because I felt it was not worth the price of admission.

And of course I was right. And why do I feel this way, you ask?

I certain beyond a shadow of a doubt that I don’t need to be entertained like I’m a child (why do we feel the need to still be entertained, fam? why are we STILL exhibiting childlike behavior?)  Maybe I’m in a different space mentally and spiritually right now. Maybe I’ve separated myself from the pack to the point that simple pleasures such as observing Black-African cultural symbolism in a positive light on a stupid 2-D screen does not even move me anymore.

Leave it to Disney (yuck!) to get us to feel good about being Black!

I’m through with all of the faux symbolism and feel-good stories we see in fantasy TV-land that we cannot seem to figure out as people to actualize in our REAL LIVES.

Sometimes I wonder when that time will come when we will cease to decode and analyze the foolishness that is thrown to us by the powers-that-be and begin to apply that knowledge in reality. For those of us who are NOT caught up in that entertainment mentality, how many more movies do we have to study and breakdown before we get the picture and make the changes that we need to change?

I’m not excluded from that question. I’m holding myself accountable as well.

Do we really get what’s going on? Or are we feeling special because we know a little something something?

Now don’t get me wrong, for the majority of our people who are literally SPIRITUALLY DEAD there is obviously a need to do such a thing.  But I’ve realized awhile ago that a individual’s return to consciousness (whether they’re  melanin-rich or not) should be left to them and them only. At some point, for the few of us who are privy to the madness, we may have to shun DEAD WEIGHT until it decides to LIVE AGAIN, so we can do real work.

I mean, there is no way The Black Panther should be the cultural phenomenon  that it is amongst our people. A superhero movie? REALLY?!

There may be one truth that I’ve learned from the movie (or rather reinforced since I’ve been feeling this way for a awhile now) and the hoopla that surrounds it, and that is this:

The greatest trick ever pulled by an oppressor to the oppressed is to have them think they’re oppressed in the first place. “

Once you know who you are and where you come from, you cease to be a victim no matter the circumstances.

Learn your history, fam. Preferably through a book performed through intense research and scholarship (don’t get stuck on white-man validation, either) and not some damn fantasy flick.

 

FUCK BLACK PANTHER! There, I said it.

 

 

 

Peace and Love to my melanated family,

The Melanin Man

“Ignorance is NOT bliss. Willful ignorance breeds COWARDS to responsibility.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Food for Thought: The Most Invaluable Lesson I Learned from Growing My Own Food

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From The Melanin Man:

Since I returned to corporate plantation six months (don’t judge me lol) I had to cease my gardening activities. Also due to the fact the seasons were changing and we’re planning to move from our current location in less than six months from now, it made sense to get ready to move on from gardening for the time being.

After going through the experience of growing my own food, besides realizing the obvious importance of sunlight in the growth and development of my crops, there was one other thing I learned that has become the most underappreciated fact in today’s society:

Growing your own food, especially in the organic manner, takes TIME!!

Big whoop de doo, right?!

Well, I thought about the time, not even a hundred years ago, before the modern-day refrigerator were introduced to the general public and grocery stores as we know them were non-existent. The probability of eating home-grown food or at the very least eating secondhand food that was fresh and organic was no less than 85%, I’m assuming. But I don’t think I’m that far off base.

But anyway, I know for the simplest and easiest crops it takes at least 55-60 days to have a fully-developed product, and that’s when conditions (climate and weather, soil, hungry wildlife etc.) are up to par. There was always the chance that your crops could get washed away by a destructive storm or you have visits from critters and creatures of all sizes who don’t know that the crops they’re eating is not theirs. What a deflating feeling to have your hard labor and meal ticket ( no pun intended) destroyed in one fell swoop. Keep in mind this is happening 80-100 years ago when today’s technology wasn’t yet in widespread use. And although there have methods of storing foods in those times prior to the modern era, it was no where today’s methods where you can freeze your food for a indefinite amount of time and have the ability to eat that same food year or two later.

Now let me ask you a question:

Do you ever hear of people starving in those times?

That’s what the-powers-that be claim! Or is there a hidden agenda in play? (Of course there is!)

I DO know there are millions of people starving today in, allegedly, the most advanced, technological period in human history. Even if you do have means to afford it or not. The malnourishment of food today, which is NOT a coincidence, is a very HUGE concern than in centuries past. I’m pretty confident that the food produced in the past held people over in far longer periods than the food today.

And if that’s the case, how often did people eat when the vegetables, fruits, and even the livestock (for you meat eaters lol) was not manipulated and stripped of its nutrients?

How long could we go without eating in that reality, considering that the air (the first thing we “eat”) and water was cleaner then than now and again the food production was NOT time friendly?

Are we even suppose to be eating everyday? Just something to think about, fam.

I know one thing…I have greater appreciation for the process of growing your own food. I can’t wait till we move so I can start my garden over again.

Hopefully I can learn some more life lessons. Enjoy the day, fam!

Peace and Love to my melanated family,

The Melanin Man

ED vs. EL: “Eating Right” Should ONLY Be a Tool For Greater Things

From The Melanin Man:

If you’ve been following this blog since its inception, you know that I was very big on the eating aspect of the oppression Black Melanin-Dominant people, well the majority of the world’s population for that matter, are subjected to.

Also, I mentioned how I myself lost a ton of weight (actually over 100 pounds!) due in large part of changing my eating lifestyle. I gave up meat entirely and have not touched it once for the better part of two years. Although I dibbled and dabbled with a little egg and cheese every so often, it’s not habitual and I could see myself one day (probably very soon) kicking it to curb just like I have with animal flesh.  I’ve cut down on a tremendous amount of processed foods in favor for more fresh organic fruits and vegetables. I still have a back and forth with sweets and sugar in general, especially around the “holiday season” and birthday celebrations. But on most occasions, I don’t let my sweet tooth get the best of me.

(To be honest, I don’t know if I’ll ever give up sugar entirely. But if I had to choose which  I could live without, sugar or sex, I would definitely NOT be choosing sex!!)

The change was definitely worth it. I was inspired to create a garden and grow some of my own food. I had the audacity to run 5ks, 10ks, and even did a half-marathon! I was wearing medium-sized clothes for crying out loud! I didn’t imagine being that small when I first began my journey. I mean, I had gotten so small I had loved ones thinking I had an illness. Smh. Nevertheless I felt great on the outside as well as on inside, physically and spiritually.

Well, over the last year I have accumulated a fair amount of weight. The new medium sized clothing I only had for a little over a year’s time was getting a little snug around my chest and midsection (lol!); recently I had to buy some large-sized clothes so I wouldn’t be looking a hot mess.  I have not ran like I did since the beginning of 2017. In fact I could count on one hand how many times I’ve ran since September.

I still maintain the same vegetarian/ half-the-time vegan lifestyle, although I have to admit I may be eating a little more than I did when I was losing weight. Granted when I was losing weight there were days when I would eat basically nuts and berries (I’m being sarcastic, but you get the picture) or go without eating entirely (I was “fasting.”) Also, I begin to incorporate some weight training exercises in my daily routine, so some muscle increase was only natural (while looking back at pictures I took when I was  at “stick” size, I lost way more muscle mass than I intended to.) Working at a desk job has had an effect obviously of course, especially on my running activities (add the ridiculous winter weather to that list as well.  If you live in Georgia, you know the fall and winter seasons here is usually pretty mild. Not this year for some reason.)

Thankfully I’ve matured intellectually and spiritually over that same time to realize that simply “eating right and staying in shape” will not cure all of my ills and the alleged shortcomings I may have as a person. I credit that to my desire to learn and acquire knowledge concerning the true nature of this world and its inhabitants, specifically my Black kinfolk. I now over-stand that the benefit and responsibility of consuming real, nutritious food is only a tool to attain and maintain knowledge of self, which I truly believe I have at this very moment that I’m typing this. 

In my opinion, anything else that does not involve reaching that goal is an exercise in ego-boasting.

Don’t get me wrong.  I’m proud that I lost over 100 pounds.

I’m thrilled to say that I ran a half-marathon in my lifetime.

I’m ecstatic that I’ve not eaten any animal flesh longer than most people would think to try.  Yet at the end of the day I value more that those accomplishments aided me in strengthening the love, appreciation, and respect that have for myself, my brothas and sistas, and especially my ancestors.

That is the accomplishment that I’m most proud of.

So ask yourself this question, Black Man and Black Woman:

What’s the point in living a long life in this repetitious, parasitic, sadistic paradigm and you can’t fully be the UNIQUE BEING that you were designed and destined to be?

Let’s strive for more than simple vain achievements we were told were worth celebrating.

That’s where I’m am at the moment.

 

Peace and Love to my melanated family,

The Melanin Man

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Melanin Man’s Christmas Rant Part 1: It’s True…Santa Claus Does Exist!

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From the Melanin Man:

This is going to be short but I wanted to share a thought with you today. For those of you that still acknowledge the day, it’s almost Christmas and time is running out to give away our moneys and energies to attain the latest and greatest toys and gadgets that will most definitely be obsolete the moment you buy them.

But I’m not going to harp about that. I wanna focus on that FAT-ASS fictional character we trick our gullible offspring into believing at a very young age.

Mister Santeeee Claus!!!!

Yet the thing is, Santa Claus is not fictional. He’s most definitely alive and well.  Think about it. A jolly old obese white man who lives on the cold frigid environment of the North Pole and provides everything that your kids (and you at one point before you assumedly became an adult)  want and have asked him once a year.

Whom does that remind you of?

Hmmmm…wait a minute. This sounds familiar..

-Doesn’t the elite (the unseen powers-that-be) run and control ALL industries on the face of the earth that PROVIDES these latest and greatest toys and gadgets to the ignorant masses we throw our hard-earned monies on?

-Isn’t the majority of the elite (let’s be honest, about damn near all of them) white, European, Caucasian (**cough** Melanin-Recessive**cough**) who are cold-natured?

-Doesn’t the elite mainly keep out of the sight of the public eye for the most part as well?

-And ain’t this same elite getting FAT RICH AND POWERFUL off of that same hard-earned monies we continue to spend and give away to them for JUNK????

Yes, Santa does sound awfully like that parasitic elite.

 

 

Only difference is Santa comes once a year. The elite is a constant in every facet of our  lives…from the wiping of our asses and flushing of the toilet, to the way we raise and teach our sons and daughters!!!

Like a leech.

So in essence, Christmas in its modern form is really a holiday to the elite, personified through Santa Claus, as we foolishly pay homage to them at a higher than normal (see” “extreme”) level!

Consumerism and Materialism wins again!! Gotta love it!!!

(And for my “Hallelujah! Thank Ya Jesus!” believers, don’t give me the “Jesus is the reason for the season” bull-malarkey either. Not gonna get into that…this Christmas. Saving that for Part 2.)

 

The only thing I get from this time of year is an opportunity to see family and friends, even if I may or may not have beef with a few of them (lol!) And that’s ALWAYS been the case with me despite the charade of Christmas, or any holiday for that matter.

At the end of the day that’s what truly matters. Heh, I bet you’re thinking that’s a “Duh!” comment, right?!  Well, it’s OK to be reminded every once and a while. People do have a tendency to forget the truth (i.e. “Blacks were the first and only hue-mans on the planet, the REAL originators of civilizations, many eons ago.”)

So this “holiday”, appreciate your loved ones, revel in their presence, and be the best you that you can be.

Oh…and remember to stay conscious at ALL TIMES!

 

 

Peace and Love to melanated family,

The Melanin Man

“Am I a Capitalist by Nature or by Nurture?” – The Case for Cooperation over Competition for the Black Melanin-Dominant Man/Woman

 

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From the Melanated Man:

Recently I joined a burgeoning co-operative named ULU: Us Lifting Us, based in Atlanta, GA but geared specifically to the Black Melanin-Dominant community. This is the second cooperative (Sevananda Marketplace in Little Five Points of Atlanta) that I have chosen to join in the past 18 months. Both are ran and owned by a majority Black-Melanin Dominant populace, yet ULU only allows those of Black-African decent to purchase ownership.

I really do love and value my individuality, which is what gave me the confidence to create The Melanin Man blog. Yet when it comes to the task of uplifting my Black Melanin-Dominant brothers and sisters around the globe, I am only one cog within a larger apparatus. Which is why their are many more Black African minded bloggers besides myself to share the load as well. And that conviction is only magnified further by my personal decision to join within cooperatives that will directly benefit my peoples economically.

I have touched on the idea of entrepreneurship for the Black-Melanin Dominant once before. And to elaborate even further, I am of the opinion that entrepreneurship in its modern form is NOT NATURAL to the archetypal Black-Melanin Dominant men and women.  When it comes to “doing your own thang”, starting your own  business/company, one must first question their motives and intentions.

I know you may be working for a company that doesn’t value your TRUE worth, making kibbles and bits while the company continues to make millions off you. I know you may be tired of “dealing with white folk” on a daily basis, playing office politics, steadily trying to climb that ever elusive corporate ladder. I know you want to break away from the corporate version of the PLANTATION.

Trust me, I GET IT.

But besides the potential financial freedom that could be available to you and your immediate family, is your decision to delve into this Europeanized version of entrepreneurship really going to benefit your community? Our community, brothers and sisters, is NOT a charity nor a measly donation.

It is OUR responsibility to care and nurture it.

Again, is  capitalism by way of entrepreneurship the way to build up our community, brothers and sistas? For the longest I have had a huge ideological conflict with conforming to capitalism, even before I became more aware of the precarious conditions of the  Black-Melanin Dominant populace on the world stage. At times I’d ask myself, “Is this  really the ONLY effective way to make a living?”

For capitalism to thrive, not only do you need to develop new markets but you need to preserve your current markets as well (i.e. “keep them happy and coming back for more.” ) I don’t believe perpetuating, let alone participating in, a system that takes advantage of another. People’s needs can easily be manipulated, and they have been, just to keep the wheels rolling. Even the simple, sacred occupations that we choose to take up and we insist our children to do the same have been defiled by capitalism:

-Doctors in Western society won’t remain employed if their patients don’t get (and REMAIN) sick (see a repost: Medical Doctors: Are They Killing Us?  )

-There would be no reason for engineers to design the latest and greatest  (from cellphones to cars) with small incremental changes year to year if people as a whole decide to drive and keep the devices and contraptions for longer periods of time.

-Lawyers can’t make a buck while exploiting the law through a bias and corrupted justice code, and taking advantage of Western-induced stressful relationships through the current divorce racket.

And the list goes on and on and on and on…

Capitalism has been embedded in every fabric of our society, effecting the Black Melanin-Dominant man and woman the most, in  my opinion. We have been forced to embrace an acidic ideology, knowingly and unknowingly screwing each other over like crabs in a bucket just to “make a living.”  And when you began to embrace capitalism, TEN TIMES OUT OF TEN you tend to compromise your skills, your talents, your creativity, and ultimately your integrity to make a buck.  Are we rightfully serving the Black Melanin-Dominant community this way? Or are we simply just a group of BLACK-FACED small businesses in competition with one another? Our participation within this paradigm is hindering our progression toward true  SELF-DETERMINATION and SELF-RELIANCE.

 

There was once a time not too long ago where the idea of cooperation reigned supreme amongst our people. Within ancient African culture, the first and only one that matters when it comes to the world’s origins, it was THE foundation of our culture. It was expressed through the arts, education, economies, the family…all aspects of life.  It was understood that the individual was crucial and important to the stability of the collective. Yet at the end of the day, NO MAN OR WOMAN was greater than the collective. Not to say that it was perfect by any stretch of the imagination. More than likely our ancestors had their fair share of issues (i.e. past and present African tribalism)  amongst themselves. Nevertheless, it was (and still is) the essence of our DNA. Despite any incremental intricacies amongst any given tribe or nation of us, at the end of the day, we are still ONE people (check out the African constitution written in  Chancellor Williams “The Destruction of Black Civilization.” It accurately illustrates the core tenets of our culture once upon a time.)

Do you find lions organizing with hyenas? Do you see bears conversing with wolves? (If you have see any of this with your own naked eyes let me know.) I say this to say that we family need to stick together and be prejudice when it comes to taking care of business and one another, no matter our  personal background and circumstances. You may not agree with me, but I personally believe I have more in common with a drug dealer or serial criminal offender who is Black Melanin-Dominant than the guy/gal working in a cubicle next to me who is Arab/Asian/Caucasian with a seemingly kosher lifestyle. The only REAL difference between me and the drug dealer/serial drug offender is our response to the European colonialist construct we have been pressed to endure in spite of TRUE NATURE as a melanin-rich people.

Collective consciousness is indeed rising around the glove. Yet, the cream of the crop must take their rightful place on top.

My brothers and sisters, you are NOT my competition. You are my allies, my family. We must begin to work along, for, and with one another to reclaim that top spot once more.

It’s time to turn those words, the rhetoric we have been preaching, into tangible action.

 

 

Peace and Love to my melanated family,

The Melanin Man

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Graduating from “Thank Ya” Jesus

 

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From The Melanin Man:

From everything that is going on in the world these days, from the Las Vegas “massacre”, the shenanigans protests of the NFL, the undercover manipulation erratic and hectic hurricane season, YOU NAME IT, I can honestly say it is extremely difficult to keep attention on your own personal affairs. Granted, I have empathy and sympathy for those who were/are deeply affected by such travesties (minus the drama surrounding the NFL, which is a load of crap.) But there are just so many distractions in this paradigm that the most disciplined individual can get deeply side-tracked from their own development if they’re not careful.

Hence, which is part of the reason I am typing this long overdue post.

I have written many iterations of this sensitive topic, in my head. Some iterations were a little too emotional. Others were too safe and conservative. Then there were some iterations that were totally out in left field , totally off topic.

But now I feel like the one I am typing now fits my current perspective the best. And here goes…

 

Like the majority  Black-Melanin Dominant folk born and raised in the Deep South, I was well-versed on the story and miracles of JEEEEE-SUS.

Jesus walked on water.

Jesus helped a blind man see.

Jesus turned water into wine.

Jesus fed the multitude with five loaves and two fish.

Jesus died on the cross to save a wretched world from its sins… and resurrected three days later for kicks and giggles.

And just like the majority of Black-Melanin Dominant folk in the South, I was pressed to aspire to be like Jesus, in all facets of his life. (remember those WWJD? bracelets?) I was encouraged to call out the name of Jesus in my times of trouble, to ask for his protection and guidance in those moments when I needed it the most.

From the dinner table to the bedroom. You know the life, fam.

I could not EAT A MEAL at the dinner without first giving reverence to the man. I remember those many, many nights I was on my knees before I went to sleep, giving him even more reverence as if I did not just do the same at dinner only a few hours earlier.

“Can I get an AMEN, family?”

On the surface, there is nothing wrong with this lifestyle….honoring Jesus’ existence, constantly thanking him for his sacrifices to humanity as a whole,  aspiring to be like a man who was essentially God in the flesh! That sounds like a stable upbringing to me. My parents and elders trained me in the direction that I should go. This seems righteous and just…on the surface.

That upbringing sustained me through a complex childhood to the early years of an even more complex adulthood. So it had to have some validity to it. Right?!

Even though “Thank Ya” Jesus held me down during that time, I had unconventional questions that I could never answer with my conventional mind and thinking process, such as…

Who were God’s parents?

Why was God lonely?

What does God look like?

And the list goes on and on and on and on…

My life experiences (some of which are mentioned in the My Transformation post series and my impending memoir) and newfound desire for knowledge altered my perspective on not only on Mr. “Thank Ya” Jesus Christ, but Christianity and religion as a whole.

By unearthing a far-too-long neglected appreciation  for my Black-melanated skin,  for a very brief moment I was on the “Jesus is actually Black” tip. But that didn’t hold water with me for long because I knew their had to be more involved than simple skin color.

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My thirst for more truth led me into stumbling upon the little known fact that ALL world religions, from Buddhism to Judaism, owe its existence to the ancient African spiritual systems (see Ancient Egyptian mythology.) Which led me to an even more well-kept secret that the story of Jesus has an eerie similarity to other sacrificial savior-like tales such as those of the Egyptian God Heru, Buddha, Krishna, etc.has an eerie similarity to other sacrificial savior-like tales such as those of the Egyptian God Heru, Buddha, Krishna, etc.

 

With all of the information available in the world that makes a pretty convincing case that Jesus is more fairy tale like the Easter Bunny than actual factual real to the realest, common sense started to take over. And then one day I came to this realization…

There was one (if he even existed) Jesus Christ, and there will never be another.

There is only one me (I am NOT a robot and I DO EXIST!), there will NEVER be another!

This may sound like blasphemy to my God-fearing, Jesus-loving readers, but to those of you who are gifted with an abundance of melanin and are considered Black by the general public, YOU ARE AS GREAT AND IMPORTANT AS THE DEIFIED JESUS CHRIST!

Quick tidbit: The Bible, the GOOD BOOK, is not a literal interpretation of past events and simple morality instructions of. It is an  ASTROLOGICAL, METAPHYSICAL, SCIENTIFIC text detailing the inner workings of the Black Melanin-Dominant body/temple and it’s relationship between it and the cosmos.

“As above, so below.” Remember? We have to disregard the propaganda that has been pushed on us since Day 1.

We are not the CURSE of Ham!

We should be not obedient to our slave masters, seeking our riches in “heaven” after death.  (And no, slavery has not ended. It has only evolved into the “modern rat race.”)

The Bible was written by Ancient Africans THEMSELVES, in such a way that could not be detected by outsiders and intruders (Non-melanated individuals!) They foretold of a fall from grace that was upon us and is currently tragically playing out. They wrote in code through parables and tales to remind us of how we can retrieve our that GOD-self and our rightful position on this planet, through our BLACK-MELANATED temples.

This is OUR story, family. Truly I believe with all of my heart and might that it is. And Jesus is only one of many examples (in the Christian canon and not) that reminds us of how we can return to the GOD-self that is within US! 

Turning water into wine? What happens when you breath in oxygen to your lungs.

Helping a blind man see? What is the current state of Black Melanin-Dominant Man and Woman?

Dying on the cross, saving us from our sins? Sounds similar to shunning your flesh, your earthly, mundane desires to seek the God within yourself!

Trust me, there is many, many more interpretations.

Jacob’s ladder? How about the rising of the Kundalini  energy?

The seven seals mentioned in Revelations? Aren’t their SEVEN chakras, fam?

 

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Let me stop. I can go on and on. I give special thanks to the Elders who were able to decode the knowledge bestowed upon us by the ancestors that I am sharing with you…Dr. Valentine, Bobby Hemmitt, Dr. Blair, and that list goes on and on as well. I am grateful to have came across this perspective. Although I’m forever being enlightened and learning everyday, I think this is THE TRUTH. It resonates with me to the infinite percentile.

Because of its resonance, I’ve ceased to give reverence to a reference that is referring to me. I have graduated from mere external worship and turned my attention inward to uplifting myself toward a God-like frequency.  I, we, can obtain the kingdom of Heaven right here on Earth once again if we stop looking outside of ourselves for the answers we seek.

We must begin look within ourselves INTO THE NOTHINGNESS we have been gifted with.

We have the DARK MATTER within us to reach our limitless potential.

We are the TRUE, REAL essence of the Creator.

 

Jesus may or may not have been real, but you most definitely are (AGAIN… if you’re not a robot reading this lol.)

And that should mean something.

 

Peace and Love to my melanated family,

The Melanin Man