My brain has a mind of its own. I passed out yesterday for no obvious good reason. To turn on my computer this morning and see my search engine screen show a picture of something that was made to look like Nelson Mandela. Continue reading
This is where real healing shows the power of the Netcher. I left it to Nature to deal with white Pete and Black Pete sitting in a tree, et voila, there She is: Storm. Yes, all the X-Men and Women are elements of Nature, thus Black. Well, I will give Magneto back to white Pete. The insanity of white Pete is like a magnet indeed. You have to wear your protective Neteru shield, or say good-mourning to your sanity. In any case, the Netcher gave me the room to deal with Paris before I embark on dealing with the issue of those of us who Perish in many other ways too. Continue reading
I thought that it had come back to me
The sweet sound of poetry
But I cannot write about him yet
I cannot believe that I have been hurting that bad
The sweet sound of poetry Continue reading
Yonder, it is a good thing that other people show me that I am not to get caught up and sent on a goose chase. I do not always mind a goose chase, as I will use it to get some information and test my knowledge. I went on a goose chase today, and I found out that in the part of Amsterdam where most – surely not all – Black people live, some white Pete decided that they were going to enforce Satan Claus and Black Pete on the Dutch Black children anyway. I saw the proven pictures that were put up on Security Media. That smells like a year-long boycott of the white Pete stores in Reigersbos to me. Continue reading
Damn them to hell. Oh, we are already there. Further down then. I managed to lose the whole article I wrote the day yester. No big deal, just ranting on… uh. Nope gone. Amazing how a bit of cleansing also washes away the negative words that I spilled as an alternative way to get the white demons of my back. I am sure that I was attacking white Pete, arabs and jhws. Ah. Some of it is coming back to me. Jhws as the code word. The theft of Africa that is now called Arabia. And wondering how things were going in Chad. Hmmm. Let me see if I can reproduce it after all. “Black people have been coming to Hell Land for centuries already.” Yes, that was my opening line. And then… Continue reading
Of course, there are more important things to write about than white Pete and his racism. I could join the bandwagons that are falling apart after Kanye West released his latest video showcasing his fiancée Beyoncé… uh, Kim. It is so easy to mistake them as they somehow manage to morph into looking as one. I would wait for Rihanna to close her legs, and join the look-a-like contest, but my last two functioning brain cells are still in shock from that terrorist video. ‘Uh uh, Kanye.’ Continue reading
They care not for our Gods. Just us.
They made themselves as gods. Then put a system in place
to indoctrinate us. Make us believe they are better than us.
We ignore ourselves to be their slaves. Unworthy of speaking
to them directly. So we lash out agaist our own. Only us.
They envy our bodies and our minds. Not us.
They blind us from our Gods. Put in place their system of slavery
to indoctrinate themselves to act like us. To look like us.
We look upon them as worthy masters. Worthy of yielding
corrupted power over us. Our own power foreign to us. Only us. Continue reading