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Food for Thought: Pornography Destroyed My Life and Redeemed My Soul

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Lately, I’ve been reading articles concerning the damaging effects of pornography, how it deteriorates the traditional concept of human sexual behavior. I totally agree with the idea that addiction to pornography can cause a man/woman to devalue their opposite gender half to mere objects. I concur that too much fantasizing of “taboo” sexual fetishes (i.e. extramarital, incestual, pedophilia) with the assistance of pornography can cause a man/woman to withdraw themselves from reality to the point where they want to literally act out these taboo sexual fetishes in the material world. I understand that incessant consumption of pornography effectively appropriates the creativity of the man/woman, rendering him/her unproductive to the betterment and the evolution of humanity and life itself.

That last part right there lies the dilemma not necessarily for humanity as a whole, but for the individual melanated human.

Humans are constantly programmed from birth to be productive members of society. This has been the case since time immemorial when humanity became the dominant species on earth. A soul that is incarnated (or incarcerated) within a human body has voluntarily subjected themselves to this exploitation. The soul is pure sexual energy, and that same energy force is used to bring creativity and meaning to every fabric of the illusionary material world. Thus, a soul that is asleep becomes a battery for the cult of humanity to create a world that can secure its survival, no matter how fruitless the attempt. Not to mention, the human brain operates as a biological “matrix” designed to further entrap the soul by shielding the pineal gland (aka the “antenna of the anti-gods”) from the real unseen world.

The illusionary material world does not need any more new ideas, innovation, new arts, etc., etc., etc. At this point in time, it is in the best interest of melanated humans who have souls to stop exploiting themselves in the interest of maintaining their attachment to the material realm. No matter how noble the endeavor may be to save the material world from dissolution, in the end, their attachment to it has to DIE. The soul, an infinite energy source that was not created and cannot be destroyed, is not of this material universe. It wants OUT of the illusion. These are, indeed, the “end times:” the time to let go of temporal personas and existence as a whole.

The human body cannot fully comprehend or express the sexual nature of the soul. The human body would instantly combust if the full manifestation of the soul was allowed to be unleashed. Thus, there have been various systems and industries established over thousands of years by elitist entities to siphon the divine spark from souls mainly incarnated within melanated humans for the continuation of the humanity cult and the material world as a whole. All fields of education, art and entertainment, trade and commerce were originally created to uphold that status quo. Which is why sex is still such a taboo topic amongst the masses, especially sex that is simply for pleasure and doesn’t lead to reproduction (because how can the material world continue to exist if ignorant souls don’t find themselves back here through the reincarnation cycle?) In spite of the heavily sexualized marketization and advertisement in today’s modern world, sexual repression runs rampant among the common man and woman.

Which brings me back to the “damaging” effects of pornography I mentioned previously.

(Full Disclosure: Yes, I like watching pornography. I love the coitus act with all the glory of its grotesqueness and crudeness (minus anal sex, not a big fan, another topic for another day.) And my most preferable copulation occurrence is between a Black-melanated man and a Black-melanated woman, especially when it’s done with sincere sensuality and intimacy. In my honest opinion, the sexual communion between souls trapped in melanated human avatars is the only valid sexual communion on the face of the earth. I like my Black-melanated women big-boned, just like what would imagine the essence of the  Great Mother/the Divine Feminine would like in the physical…a thick Black-melanated woman with big voluptuous titties, a nice-sized pillow-soft ass, and a fat juicy black hole of a pussy that can make the most powerful and visions of the gods humble before her throne.)

The etymology of the term pornography is “(one) depicting prostitutes, prostitute, originally ‘bought, purchased’, to sell.” Of course, one would think that a man or woman watching pornography is helping to facilitate the act of prostitution as we have been TRAINED to perceive what prostitution traditionally to be. Yet, a man or woman watching pornography is being “prostituted” of their soul’s energy force for the benefit of entities who need it to survive. So, you shouldn’t watch the filth, correct? Let’s not be hypocritical here.

What if we expanded the definition of prostitution beyond the act of selling just sexual intercourse?

In that case, humanity has been selling itself out in some form or fashion since forever and a day to secure its survival as a species. There are infinite examples over the history of mankind that can be pointed out to prove that point. On a deeper level, the souls of melanated humans have been unknowingly (and sometimes knowingly depending on a soul’s incarnation) prostituted since the dawn of Creation to sustain creation as we know it. That’s why it’s said that prostitution is the oldest profession on the planet. It is the core of the human condition.

Yes, heavy consumption of pornography does numb your brain matrix, basically turning you into a mindless zombie. You can spend hours a day mesmerized by the amount of flesh and fetishes to your liking online, wasting your time. You should use your time improve your life and utilize your resources on more positive activities that are geared toward that improvement, right?

Why are you so concerned about improving on a life experience that is finite and neverlasting?

The lives we build through our human avatars is a defense mechanism to protect our fragile ego personas as we move around within the material world. We build these life narratives to bring meaning to these fragile ego personas instead of facing the reality that it is all a lie. The ego is supposed to work in service of the soul, not the other way around.

Has pornography destroyed my life? Yes, it has destroyed the life narrative that served the interests of my ego persona. The lie I told myself, that I was a good son, a good husband, a good father, a decent human being who was a productive member of society worthy of redemption. You can’t redeem something that never existed in the first place. My soul is the only thing that is real about me, it was redeemed when I accepted the fact that I am a sexual deviant at my core.

Does that mean I should express every part of my deviancy while I’m here in the material world?

It’s OK if you have a sexual fetish you are aroused by that tends to cause ostracization when manifested within the boundaries of the human condition. Nevertheless, from what I have witnessed so far in this incarnation, it is not prudent nor wise to express every imaginative thought, especially those relating to sexual fantasies, in the material world. The material world is based on order, not the chaos that the soul originates from. Some fantasies should be left in the realm of the unmanifested. That’s where the term balance comes into play.

You have to find your Eros in the simplicity of just being ALIVE and AWAKENED. That means possessing a soul that is fully aware of the condition it finds itself in and has the ability to practice restraint when it wants to give up all of its energy force in exchange for the opportunity to create an impermanent paradise in the material world. A soul that realizes that it is PARADISE encased within a human cocoon for a brief period of time until the time has come to be reborn again as a majestically divine butterfly.

So what if pornography causes me to objectify women’s bodies! The melanated female human form is the most divinely beautiful image in the material world, worthy enough to bamboozle me into reincarnating back into this illusion just to be mesmerized by it all over again. You objectify the female body long enough you won’t help but to break through the superficiality of life and into the mysteries of divine feminine, if your soul is ALIVE and AWAKENED.

I’ve learned more about the mysteries of life through my “porn addiction” than I have through my attempted abstinence from it. My attempt to subdue these primal urges made me realize the true unfiltered nature of my soul, that it is neither good or bad, nor does it need to be reformed whatsoever. It is a love so unhinged and chaotic, to comprehend it any further would do it no justice. Any life I have acceptable by societal morals and values keeps the beast from being unleashed.

Therefore, you have the existence of vices. The vice you have doesn’t have to be a gambling kick, a drug habit, an addiction to sex and/or pornography, or anything with a negative connotation. It can be diet that makes you feel good about your body, watching TV or even reading a book, attending social gatherings such as a party or a concert that gives that high of human togetherness, or even frequently traveling the world just to break up the monotony of your existence. All of these vices work the same, it gives you the opportunity to escape the mundaneness and remain somewhat sane in this illusionary madhouse. Everyone has their thang to get them through.

Look, I’m not trying to tell you to change your moral code or that it is OK to act a plum fool with whatever vice you have. What I am saying is that your actions to survive and build on your ego persona contradict the nature and true intentions of your soul. Your soul does not want to be conflicted with restriction by its human condition for all eternity. Your soul’s attachment to humanity must come to an end at some point.

How many incarnations does it take to break that attachment? It varies from soul to soul.

What if a soul WANTS to play in this material world indefinitely? I’m pretty sure that’s happening with a lot of souls.

I don’t think my soul falls in the category though lol.

Expressed through Killah Khaos

(Side Note 1: Check out the 1986 H.P. Lovecraft-influenced film From Beyond. It will give a clearer understanding of the hidden sexual essence tied to the pineal gland.)

(Side Note 2: People try to separate the terms erotica and pornography. Pornography is considered more explicit and exploitative, whereas erotica (the literature and visual art form of sex) is based on a story narrative. Erotica attempts to dress up the repulsive and raw aesthetics of the act of coitus behind a veil of elegance; pornography gives it to you straight with no chaser. Erotica is just as exploitative as pornography because of the narrative aspect where half-truths and straight-up lies are told to make the act of coitus more appealing than it really is. There isn’t much of a difference; either both should be called erotica or pornography. Since both forms arouse the spirit of Eros, I prefer erotica. That’s just my two cents.)

When the E.G.O. (False Self) Has “Human” Goals and Ambitions to Achieve that Contradicts Your Melanated Soul’s (True Self) Transformation…

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From the hood classic (sarcasm!) “Menace 2 Society”, where esoterically Bill Duke’s cop character acts as the soul interrogating the machinations of the ego, portrayed by Caine (Tyrin Turner’s character.)

…Suffering BEGINS!!!

The definition of E.G.O.:

E: Expectations, Expressions, & Emotions
G: Gone
O: Overboard

You gotta get OVER yourself to GET BACK YOUR-SELF!!!

In-joy your day peoples!!!

The Melanin Man

The Journey Back Home

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From the Melanin Man:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

Peace and Love,

The Melanin Man

 

Artificial Intelligence Exposes a Dirty Little Secret about Humanity

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Image is not my own…

 

From the Melanin Man:

 

Besides the dystopian flicks and superhero craze we’ve been saturated with over the past 20 to 25 years, which is another future post in of itself, there is a ton of content being produced when it comes to A.I. , artificial intelligence. It’s becoming a reality in our everyday lives as well, where driverless vehicles may so become the norm. And we’re pretty much aware that movies and television have a weird tendency to predict the future when it comes tomorrow’s technology.

Makes you think, hmm? But anyway…

As any casual observer would assume that robots are taking over jobs and lives, I’m of the opinion that the commentary and existence of artificial intelligence speaks to a larger yet underrated issue: the unavoidable mundaneness of the present reality.

The definition of artificial, from Webster’s Dictionary 1828:

ARTIFI’CIAL, adjective

1. Made or contrived by art, or by human skill and labor, in opposition to natural; as artificial heat or light; an artificial magnet.
2. Feigned, fictitious; not genuine or natural; as artificial tears.
3. Contrived with skill or art.
4. Cultivated; not indigenous; not being of spontaneous growth; as artificial grasses.

 

Indeed, we live in an ARTIFICIAL reality. The majority of us consume education, foods, media, and religion that is feigned and fictitious. The majority of us lead ARTIFICIAL lives contrived by entities who seek to choke out the spontaneity, the natural, the UNTAMED SPIRITUALITY in the Black Melanin-Dominant.

We, Black Man/Woman, are being cultivated into ARTIFICIAL BEINGS!

What does it say about the state of the Black Man/Woman that the majority of us whose livelihood depends on activities that can be replaced by machines/robots? And even if we have careers that require our unique gifts & talents, we are bound by a restrictive moral code and cannibalistic system that keeps us at bay. The vital force (which according to Google, is the energy or spirit which animates living creatures ; the soul) of the Black Man & Black Woman has been subdued when it comes to its elusive, transcendent liberation from the entrapment of humanity, ultimately subverted to serve those who severely lack in that area: the infamous Melanin-Recessive.

In such instances where Blacks, as the artificial beings we’ve become, attain self-awareness a.k.a. knowledge of self (i.e. The Terminator, I, Robot, The Matrix, and other movie that detail the uprising of A.I.), soon enough we’ll RETURN back to our rightful place as DIVINE BEINGS! No such thing will occur for the Caucasoid, and all those who are Melanin-Recessive. They are not gifted with the vital force, the DIVINE SPARK, to achieve true liberation.

That’s unless the Black Man & Black Woman continue to stay comatose and addicted to this thing called humanity, unconsciously yielding their invaluable essence to the REAL ARTIFICIAL BEINGS.

Black Man/Woman, how have you spent your energy doing time as a human being?

Are you (and I’m including myself) too afraid to break away from the illusion to free your SOUL? I understand you have to feed your family and get some sort of gratification out of thing called life. The human body can tend to be needy and greedy at times.

Yet, how much of your energy will you continue to invest when you’ve come to grips with the limitations of humanity, and began to embrace your SPIRITUAL SELF?

Like the Good Book says, you can’t serve TWO MASTERS.

 

And when you think about, isn’t artificiality the natural state of humanity absent SPIRITUALITY???

 

 

Peace and Love to my melanated family,

The Melanin Man

 

 

 

A Critical Analysis of the Holy Matrimony Quagmire for the Black Man and Black Woman

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From the Melanin Man:

How ironic I discuss this topic only a couple of days from my anniversary. But I feel the need to get this off my chest right now, so to hell with it.

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I haven’t been married that long. Most would assume that I need more years under my belt to be qualified to speak on the topic of marriage, to spit out some worthwhile wisdom.

Well, I beg to differ.

In the four years that I’ve been “officially” married (not counting two years of courting and breaking up, making up sessions), I’ve learned a lifetime’s worth of wisdom regarding this pastime called marriage. And that wisdom has been supplemented with even more knowledge from speaking with older men and elders who have been married (and some cases, divorced!) longer than I’ve been married.

I have observed many things within the confines of marriage, but there are three in particular that stand out to me, such as:

     1.    Man and woman (the definition of a authentic marriage) tend to come into the situation with  unrealistic expectations of who and what their spouse SHOULD be to them. When I decided go through my personal transformation, my wife was supportive when it came to improving my physical health and losing weight, even though she did not like the method that I was going about it. It was major adjustment for her when I dropped meat from my diet, and she continues to this day to remind me how she misses that part of me.

Regarding my intellectually and spiritual growth, she has had major reservations. Giving up religion and traditional concept of God has not gone over well for her. She does not fully respect my newfound opinions on what Black life should be, the importance of melanin, how life and reality is not what it seems, etc. She is weary of the direction that I am going.

2.        In this Westernized version of marriage,  it is virtually impossible to have a relationship (intimate or non-intimate) with the opposite sex, other than your spouse. Surprise, surprise. This one is a given. But if know anything about the nature of man, it is not the most realistic to maintain. Recently in my life, I have came across women who have intrigued me, not necessarily sexually, but mentally and spiritually in ways that have been comparable, and in some cases, more than what I have received from my wife.

And you know the funny thing? I don’t feel once ounce of guilt.

3.         The imagery of a marriage in this society matters a little too much these days. We know marriage will not be “perfect” from any stretch of the imagination. But that doesn’t stop married folk from putting on a front in the midst of family and friends. Everyone wants to play Keep Up With the Jones. Every married couple on some level seeks to strive for that white picket fence, “American Dream” fantasy. Competition, a sacred American tradition, is the sacred underlying factor in all of this.

I’ve never been the competitive type either. At this juncture in my life, I don’t give two flying you-know-whats about what people think about me. Now, my wife on the other hand…

She’s not materialistic whatsoever, but  she does have a very strong tendency to care about what others think about her, and that extends into the family unit. That appears to be a common trait amongst Westernized, Americanized women, no matter ethnicity.

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This Westernized, religified version of marriage serves as a microcosm to the current reality that dominates the scene, a restrictive condition to the true nature and potential of the archetypal Black Man and Black Woman.

As I stated in a post concerning the drawbacks of compromising, in reference to individual growth, when both spouses have totally different mindsets it creates problems.  I said it once, I said it twice, and I’ll say it again: MEN CREATE THE REALITY, WOMEN MAINTAIN IT! In my case, I have chosen a mindset that embraces my Black nature, and I desire to create the reality based off of it. My wife, like the majority of our Black women in this paradigm, has the mindset of what I explained in number 3 above (and here.)  And there is the dilemma.

I want nothing to do with that foolishness. It goes against everything that I’m trying to be as a Black Man who is becoming more aware by the millisecond. The sad part about it is that I truly and dearly love my wife, and there is potential in her to cross over into the dark side.

But love is NOT enough in this war for Black liberation.

Despite what has been preached by the state and its sheep, love and marriage are not synonymous with each other. Now, I understand why arranged marriages were prevalent and still occur to this day, basically because it’s not based off the superficiality of love we’ve been duped into practicing these days (Gotta check out “The Science of Love” by John Baines, folks!) Marriage SHOULD be considered a partnership, a business arrangement to achieve a common goal. In the case of liberation for the Black Man and Black Woman and a return back to their archetypal selves, marriage SHOULD be used as a weapon to achieve that goal.

For any other reason, we’re just playing a GAME, like any other card game, board game, or video game we’ve past the time with. That’s what the powers-that-be (or the powers-that-wanna-be) have turned it into, a profitable one on so many levels. And just like any game you play, you have boundaries, rules and regulations you have to abide by.

“NO CHEATING ON THE TEST.”

“NO CHEATING ON YOUR TAXES.”

“NO CHEATING ON YOUR SPOUSE.”

Aha!

 

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(Side note 1: I can do a post strictly on the word “cheat”, and how the powers-that-wanna-be use the label to keep people in check. I just might.)

I always wondered when it came to the topic of having affairs, mistresses, side chicks or side dudes, the accused would be cursed with that label.

 

 

Courtesy of Google  :

cheat

v.

1. act dishonestly or unfairly in order to gain an advantage especially in a game or examination.

2. avoid (something undesirable) by luck or skill.

n.

1. a person who behaves dishonestly in order to gain an advantage.

 

 

A couple of questions:

1.     If you told your spouse upfront you  were having feelings or thoughts for another man/woman without physically acting on it, would you still be a “cheater?” 

The act has already been birthed in your mind, so the act has already occurred.  That’s what matters anyway…mind OVER matter, baby!

2.    Are you really cursed with sin because you had feelings for another man/woman besides your spouse?

(I’m telling you, you need to check out that book.)

Take a look at nature amongst animals. How many monogamous relationships do you find in the animal kingdom? “But man is greater than animal,” you say. “He should know better than.” Is that your ego talking or are you’re just  repeating what you’ve been told?

I can say with all honesty that the animal kingdom has an advantage. A tiger knows what it is. An eagle knows what it is. A bear knows what it is.

Do you know what you are, Black Man and Black Woman?

 

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Once upon a time long ago, when Black folk dominated the world stage,  polygamy was not a side-eye taboo. It was our culture. A few countries today still practice the tradition, but it’s not prevalent as it used to be. And definitely not in the regions of the earth that it should be in this day and age.

Every wonder why polygamy is illegal and shunned in the West (the dominant power at the moment?) IGNORE the propaganda, it just so happens the cream-of-the-crop Black Men and Women also reside in the West. Even though the majority of us are the walking dead, our genes are still  second-to-none on the planet. This is due in part to the times of “slavery”, with the mixing of blood between the different captive African tribes.

When the time comes when we WAKE UP (its happening as we speak in bits and pieces), and we practice that culture and walk out our destiny…

Oh…boy.

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The Black Man, who is connected to his archetypal self and knows HIS-story, has the capability to love more than one woman.  That same Black Man will not fool around with any woman outside of the one he already has if they are not of the same frequency, and if it does not perpetuate a reality of Black empowerment and unity that can benefit ALL PARTIES INVOLVED.

The Black Woman, who is connected to her archetypal self and knows her culture, understands and overstands that her worth is NOT determined by the ability to have and KEEP her man. The Black Woman knows her ability to nurture the spark of that man (his seed, which, in the physical form translates to children, and the mental and spiritual form translates to that reality mentioned previously) is of the upmost importance.

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In this paradigm, the state has used marriage in its limited form as a tool to keep not only Black folk, but the masses in general, docile, under control, and for accounting purposes. They have certainly made marriage an institution that is CONSUMERISTIC BY NATURE and only benefits those who wish to keep and maintain power.

What is one of the top reasons for divorce (which is another lucrative byproduct from marriage if and when it dissolves, concocted by the state?)

Finances.

A consumeristic marriage is a prosperous marriage in this reality.

Remember when I said marriage is only a “microcosm” on what occurs on the grand scale?

Can you imagine a marital union structure that doesn’t have to depend on fiat money to be successful? One where there was less competition and more cooperation and sharing amongst one another?

Less capitalistic and more collective?

LESS MONOGOMOUS AND MORE POLYGAMOUS???

Our husbands and wives would stop looking at each other as their property, and more like unique beings in the human form. 

(Side note 2: You apply this thinking in religion, it’s funny how the popular religions of today are styled in monotheism, versus polytheism that was prominent back in the day. Just saying…)

 

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I can go on and on about this, and there will probably be more posts to follow concerning this matter. But I think I’ve said enough to digest for a while on this one.

What I’ve said I don’t say out of spite or misery.  Because besides the occasional argument me and my wife may have or the observations I listed previously, I’m pretty satisfied with my marriage. We have a good situation going on, according the benchmark set by the current paradigm.

I’m just calling it like I see it. I seek  liberation in and around my life on every level; the status quo doesn’t bother her that much. It is only so far we can go before one of us will have to submit and compromise to keep this ball rolling.

Hopefully it’s not muah. But that’s why we play the game, so to speak.

SMH…that’s a crying shame.

 

 

Peace and Love to my melanated family,

The Melanin Man

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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(Support the sistas and their efforts! https://www.etsy.com/listing/589762057/black-queen-chess-piece-t-shirts-t)

 

 

Peace and Love to my melanated family,

The Melanin Man

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Q &A : What is Blackness to You?

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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