I’m in NYC this weekend at a three day holiday festival.
The air is warm and enveloping with a mild breeze. Crowds of people pass me by happily munching on whatever homemade deep fried snacks they bought at the festival. As I sit and watch them, I’m reminded of how magnificent the world can be. Lush trees, bright green grass, purple wildflowers with butterflies dancing over them and the smells and sounds of the city. I needed this trip more than I realized and was grateful for it. I’m severely burned out. Sleep toys with me and my anxiety about what is to come is running high.
Nature is changing.
In fact, change is in the air all over the world and I can feel it, smell it, taste it and see it in the passers-by. Black patrons come up to me and before I know what is happening, we’re talking about what the future holds for blacks. We are ALL on the same page but are struggling to find a viable solution for it.
Today, as I was sitting, happily munching on my spinach, three white females came over to my table, smiling and carefree, to inquire about my herbs and my tomatoes. I had been growing them all season and took extreme pride in my crops. I had arranged my herbs in pretty, painted, handmade pottery and my mint medley caught her eye. The scent wavered over to her and she had to come over.
As I told her how my compost was 100% natural and that’s how the herb grew so lush and full, her eyes traveled over my body. My pink dress, my white sandals, my onyx pendant, my natural hair…all of it she devoured. When she reached my eyes, she began to tell me that she was a Reiki Master and frequently charged her jewelry before she wore them.
She told me of how she was a “spiritual being having a physical experience” in the limited time the Holy Spirits allowed her to be here and how she intended to “do her part in the healing and learning process.”
“Wow”, I said. “That’s sounds pretty deep.”
“You know, I may not look it but I’m actually Native American descent”, she quipped. “Wado!”
“Oh? What tribe do you claim?”, I inquired.
“I’m 1/16th Cherokee from my mom’s side”, she claimed proudly. “That’s why my cheekbones are so high.”
As she rattled off about her “Indian Heritage”, a gust of wind blew from the trees and a sudden thought hit me.
Whites stole Economic Power and Political Power from us and devised a stunning reptilian plan to keep the dollar out of our communities. But the power that REALLY counts, the Melaninated Spiritual Throne, remains in our possession. It is our birthright and connection to the Most High Creator. Lately, I’ve met a horrifying amount of whites that:
- Claim to really be Ameri-Indian
- Claim to be a Reiki “Master” or a Chakra thing-a-ma-jig
- Only wish to be “in the spirit” and reject the “physical aspect of life”
In fact, they wish with all their might to be removed from their whiteness, while still possessing WHITE PRIVILEGE, that they will become OFFENDED if you call them white.
Why is this happening?
Then it hit me.
The last element of complete domination for the white race, the FINAL ACT of MASTERSHIP of the WORLD, will be to overthrow our connection to Nature/ The Most High and consume our powers completely. Once they have done this, IT WILL BE O-V-E-R.
They overstand, by instinct and by genetics, that Nature is their mortal enemy. After all, as my blogger buddy, Kushite Prince says:
“If the sun hates you, you’re fucked.”
It is this intimate knowledge of their non-existent future that has them claiming to be people of colour but “just white-looking with blonde hair and blue eyes.” Which is a load of horseshit. This is why, all of a sudden, they are reading books, taking art classes, dance lessons and devouring anything and everything that has to do with the Spiritual Aspect of life.
This is a REAL African Dance class packed with whites.
They intend to take it from us by ANY MEANS NECESSARY.
I shudder at the thought for I know just how low they will go.
Then a cloud passes and a bright ray of sunlight beams down on on the street and almost illuminates it and I’m comforted once again. I pick up my book and look at this “Native American” white female before me…
And smile.
