Rest in Power, Dr. Afrika!

Dr. Llaila Afrika

From the Melanin Man:

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

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Peace.

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

 

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From the Melanin Man:

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

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

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

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

Another term for the black hole is the black sun.

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

Peace and Love,

The Melanin Man

 

 

 

 

 

 

Food for Thought: Detaching from Black-African Romanticism

 

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From the Melanin Man:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eat. Shit. AND SLEEP!

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

 

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

 

 

Peace and Love,

The Melanin Man

 

 

My Egyptian (Kemetian) Excursion-Part 2

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From the Melanin Man:

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

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

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

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Shores of the River Nile

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Papyrus reed farm

 

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

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

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Kom Ombo Temple

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

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The God Min statue

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

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

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

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

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The River Nile in Aswan

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

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Aswan High Dam

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

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Philae Temple, view from the boat

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Front Entrance of Philae Temple

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

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Perfume I purchased

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

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Unfinished Obelisk

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

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Front entrance of Abu Simbel

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Inside of temple, Ramses II slaying adversaries

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

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

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

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

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Nubian Village, view from boat

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Entrance into Nubian home

 

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Outside lounge area, Nubian man making fresh coffee

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Sitting area within Nubian home

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Sleeping crocodile

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Living room

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Dead crocodile for good luck

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My little Nubian cousins from another mother!

 

Last part to come soon…

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Peace and Love to my melanated family,

The Melanin Man

 

 

 

“The Chronicles of a Southern Black Alkhemist: Volume 1” is available for purchase

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My very first book is available for purchase, through me or you can purchase it off Amazon (click link) if you like. This is a semi-memoir about the beginning stages of my transformation to who I am today. It’s a great read! I wanted to shed some light on my personal struggles, and hopefully you can get something out of it that could benefit you in some form or fashion. Check it out if you have time!

FYI, the name on the book is my alias. Not my real name lol.

 

Peace and Love to my melanated family,

The Melanin Man

Food For Thought: “I Don’t Have to Do a Nothin’ But Stay Black and Die”

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From The Melanin Man:

To Stay Black and Die! 

There is NO DOUBT in my mind that is the ULTIMATE destiny for every single Black-Melanated Man and Woman on the face of this earth.

Yet that’s easier said than done.

Melanin is the substance that makes up our souls and is the SUPREME SOURCE of the known and unknown universe.¬† According to the Good Book, there was ONLY darkness (a.k.a. melanin, dark matter, or blackness) and NOTHING ELSE prior to creation. That means the Black-Melanated Man & Woman are primordial beings that have always existed in spite of creation. This world of creation is the illusion, the dream (or nightmare depending on your current state of mind) we’ve accepted, the LIE we’ve bought into.

Knowing that let bit of information, let’s analyze the statement, “I don’t have to do nothin’ but stay Black and die!” deeper:

I Don’t Have to Do Nothin’ means the Black-Melanated Man & Woman should NOT feel obligated to prove they are WORTHY OF EXISTENCE.

You don’t have to work your ass off on a 9 to 5,¬† you don’t have to parade around as an activist, you don’t have to fight with your bare knuckles or even your words, and you sure as hell¬† shouldn’t have to invent, produce, or create anything to prove your Blackness.

From the beginning, you were Black, you are Black, and you will FOREVER BE BLACK!

Stay Black means to live by truth and accept what’s real no matter the consequences. There was nothing else but Black, melanin, truth, in the beginning, before the illusion. It’s a humongous detriment to our soul when we choose to believe in the i-LIE-sion, because we are already made up of what’s really REAL.

And Die! means to deny the shackles of humanity, the GRANDEST part of the i-LIE-sion, and embrace the divinity that radiates within you. You should not fear death whatsoever because it is your salvation. Death becomes even more meaningful when you are able to live the life you desired to live when you incarnated ( and/or reincarnated!) into this human shell.

This statement is so powerful on so many levels it’s crazy.

But the wool has been pulled over our eyes. We have been hoodwinked, BAMBOOZLED!

The greatest trick that has been pulled on the Black-Melanated Man & Woman is that we lack for something, when we’ve had EVERYTHING from the get-go. The Black-Melanated Man & Woman has mutated into a¬†insecure being¬†that has chosen to place his/her faith in finding the answers to his struggles in every nook & cranny of CREATION instead of¬† turning inward.

What a tragedy.

You must break this vicious cycle by returning to the “truth of the DARK matter” that lies within you, Black-Melanated Man & Woman, and detach yourself from human affairs.

Or in other words, YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO A DAMN THANG BUT STAY BLACK AND DIE!

 

K.I.S.S. Keep it simple, stupid.

 

Peace and Love to my melanated family,

The Melanin Man

Food For Thought: To Create or Not Create? That is the Question

From the Melanin Man:

It’s a wonderful thing, having the ability to create.

About 98% of Black folk do not even realize that they have abilities similar to the Creator, or whomever (or¬†what?) created this holographic universe, to whom we also foolishly give reverence to. We can alter our realities in whatever manner we see fit in the blink of an eye if we wanted to, and it doesn’t require a extravagant economic plan, strict diet nor “apocalyptic” survival techniques to do so.

Mentalism (the very first of the¬† Hermetic Principles, “the mind is all, the universe is mental”)¬†is the key.¬† Only the initiated, the very few of us, are privy and comprehend such information.

You are the master, the Creator¬†of your own reality, Black Man & Woman. Somewhere along the line our minds were hijacked and programmed to practice servitude and obedience to entities and principalities that are below our TRUE NATURE as heirs of the earth…TITANS!

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Like Thanos, the TRUE HERO of Avengers: Infinity War, WE ARE TITANS! (Image courtesy of http://www.sideshow.com)

 

And yet, something is bugging me.¬† Lately, I have been conflicted concerning the concept of being your own¬†Creator.¬† You know, everything of existence comes from the ethers, the unseen, the hidden (occult), DARK MATTER (melanin). To create, to be your own Creator, is basically bringing forth light from darkness. Anything and everything that is brought into the light of existence is left up to interpretation by the five senses of huemanity to what it might be…could be…or SHOULD be.

It is LABELED. It is CONFINED!

That, in essence, describes the soul of the Black-Melanated Man & Woman entrapped in a human shell. Which is why I say, to those of you who have become addicted to creating when it comes to improving your  HUMAN CONDITION, you are doing your SOUL a disservice.

Do you really want to get comfortable in your own prison…I mean skin?

Plus, it seems each time in history, when we did create for the sake of huemanity, we got the short end of the stick.  The others took advantage of our generosity and capitalized on our creations. Man, that shit has gotten old!

The Black-Melanated Man & Woman, absence the restraints of huemanity, has no need to create ANYTHING. Our true power is incomprehensible. In calculus terminology, we are functions with a limit of INFINITY, or rather, there is NO LIMIT TO US!   Anything you or I create on this realm should be to assist us in liberating our souls from the cycle of human mundaneness.

THAT’S IT.

I’m pretty sure the ideas for music, literature, etc., that we pull from the ethers would like to be bounded to this illusion for a better reason besides temporary feel-good and some chump change. Remember the importance of mentalism. It is pertinent that you become open-minded, fam.

 

Some words of advice:

Be quick to observe, slow to judge.

Learn everyday. Laugh as hard as you can. Love unconditionally. That’s my personal motto.

Also, don’t become attached to this. LET GO!

This is a test. This is NOT REAL!

 

That’s all folks!

 

 

Peace and Love to my melanated family,

The Melanin Man

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Back from the Dead!

 

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The hiatus is over!

 

I haven’t written in so long I have dust on the keyboard haha.

I have to admit, a lot has happened.

I finally managed to have Volume 1 of my memoir ‚ÄúThe Chronicles of a Southern Black Alkhemist‚ÄĚ published (if anyone is interested in a copy, send me a shout out on my email address themelanatedman86@gmail.com). I haven‚Äôt broadcasted on social media like I should only because social media is not my thang, but I‚Äôm still debating on that. Plus, I‚Äôm not too concerned about making a buck on my book, only focused on sharing my experience in hopes that someone can benefit from it.

My mind has evolved even more since my last post, which, if you haven’t checked it out, was a snippet of the direction my thought process was heading. For better or worse, I have become completely numb to the happenings of the world when it comes to my emotions.

It doesn’t affect me when Trump does and says dumb shit that riles up the sheep.

It doesn‚Äôt move me when Facebook and other social media outlets ban ‚Äúrevolutionary‚ÄĚ entities from their platforms because they are allegedly stirring up drama.

And  dare I say it, I’m NOT worried about my Black brethren overcoming their dilapidated economic state,  eating healthy food or having the best health, getting shot and killed like dogs in the street, or anything else that’s put on the news to shock, distract, and confuse.

I know in my heart that there are bigger, unseen things in play that are greater the things we are TOLD to believe are important.  Nothing on this physical plan matters, nor does it exist or it ever has existed. The only thing that should matter to those of us Black-Melanated Beings is to LIBERATE yourself and others from this illusion of life, the struggle to overcome your humanity to return back your GODHOOD. And I’ve sort of mentioned this before, about the direction I’m headed in; I want to make it clear just so there won’t be any confusion.

I had my time talking about importance of health for Black folk, and it was good and therapeutic.

I did my due diligence in discussing and dissecting traumatic events that have occurred and CONTINUE to occur in the Black community.

And I’ve had so much fun promoting Black pride and Black love. Now I feel in my heart like it’s time to step my game up, move on to next stage.

Never…Get‚ĶCOMFORTABLE!

I actually debated with myself about returning to blogging, hence part of the reason I haven’t posted in months.  I’ve had the urge to write a post so many times the past couple of months. I’m starting to actually believe that people, especially my generation the infamous Millennials, don’t read anymore. Most folks don’t have attention spans longer than 120 characters!! And I know it’s by design. But still?!  In a day and age where information is more readily available ever before in human history just by the swipe of their thumb, people are too busy or too lazy to learn themselves.

Why waste my time writing and sharing knowledge when people choose to remain ignorant?  I realized was getting more concerned about the quantity of individuals who came across my information than the quality.

I have to constantly remind myself that my efforts are not in vain, that it’s not about awakening the masses of Black people. Plus I love to write, and I have to remember that I should be using that gift to awaken those precious few who are TRULY seeking KNOWLEDGE OF SELF minus their ego. If only one reader understands where I’m coming from and we’re in agreement, that’s fine by me. Look, less than 1% of the population controls the inner workings of the known world.

Whoever said you needed the masses on board to create change? We only need a few to make things?

But the question is, on what plane of existence should we actually making a change?

Hopefully not the one that LITERALLY doesn’t exist.

 

The Melanin Man is officially back in effect! Let’s get it!

 

 

 

Peace and Love to my Melanated family,

You know who I am!!!

 

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