BLOG: Back & Now %100 Co-opted!

Out the cage ... they can't keep me in ...

"I have a very simple person with a very simple message, OK?
If my words could just touch .. just one heart tonight ..
preferably a heart that suffers from paranoia,
and has access to a sniper rifle or a crossbow,
then my work is done."

Fear of a Brown Planet - Assassination - Aamer Rahman
I don't know what to quite say about the following site but I share it ... because I'm MC'd. Anyway, I have been going through articles of interest passed on to me by an elder and looking through them, here is one:

From http://mindcontrolblackassassins.com/about/

My interest in BLACK MANCHURIAN CANDIDATE began in an event that I will never forget. On May 19, 1969, Malcolm X Day Celebration and Black Student Conference at Merritt Junior College, I unwittingly came face-to-face with one of the military-industrial-medical complex experimental products, a prototype Black zombie assassin.  On the morning of registration of the event, the sisters noticed one of the registrants acting weird and called me. He had a concealed weapon.  I told the sisters to keep him talking until I got there. Upon arrival, I discovered a young 22 to 26 year old black male about 5’ 6’ and 140 pounds leisurely with both hands on the table, and leaning over it engaging one of the sisters in aimless conversation. He had a medium light brown complexion with a thin mustache. He was alone, well dressed in a dark sports coat, sweater and slacks. I noticed the bulge under his shoulder. I asked him to step outside for a moment. He appeared to have been under some type of drug. He had his far out and disassociate look in his eyes and his speech was somewhat slurring. He complied politely without incident. Once outside, the brothers of our security detail surrounded and detained him. As the brothers were disarming him, he resisted and became physically combative. He showed surprising strength for his size and demeanor.  It took at least 6 or 7 brothers to wrestle him to the ground and disarm him. No blows had to be thrown. As he was subdued and pinned on the ground, I watched his eyes fall back into his head, relax and foam began to run from the corners of his month.

The very same phenomenon was observed in Marcus Wayne Chenault as he was subdued and pinned on the ground after shooting and killing Mrs. Martin Luther King in Atlanta while she was played the piano in the church pulpit.  Chenault was only about 5 feet tall and no more than 120 pounds, but he had also exhibited superior strength for his size and demeanor while he was being subdued.  Chenault had been under a hypnotic state to kill the senior Dr. Martin Luther King, but by fate was out of range when Chenault was triggered.

 The subdued young man carried a standard Smith & Weston snub nosed 38 caliber revolver in a brown leather shoulder hostler with lethal and outlawed dum-dum bullets. He wasn’t an activist or a nationalist brother.  He just didn’t make any sense. He was a big blank. He couldn’t explain his presence at the event or the reason for being lethally armed. The only thing that made any sense was that he had been sent in as a lone assassin to kill either Stokely Carmichael or H. Rap Brown under a hypnotic suggestion.        He had a sole piece of ID (driver’s license or California I.D.) and keys to an apartment someplace near the campus off the 40th block of Telegraph Avenue. I sent a detail of two brothers to the apartment with specific instructions to bring something back from the apartment. I couldn’t leave the event because I feared there was a backup team.

Some of the brothers were threatening to kill the young man and dump him in the bay.  We were not in the business of killing.  My vow as part of the vanguard had been not to harm any members of our community. Nobody was going to die under my watch. My intention was to detain him out of sight only until Carmichael and Brown and most of the prominent and visible community leaders and guests had safely left the event. I was also hoping that whoever sent him in was thinking that he was still active and operational, and not send in a backup team.

After the event, armed, I had to escort the young man safely away from campus. The information collected about the young man including the gun that he had was subsequently compromised by a state police agent/informant that had infilrated our security team.  

You see I had unwittingly captured a real BLACK MANCHURIAN CANDIDATE!

BLOG: On the road... or the rails... of Racism ...

15+ pages of writing in the past two weeks has me feeling odd. At some point it just flows, I add thought, thoughts are forgotten, memories are triggered, I try and keep various points in mind, look back over recent words.

I began by looking into Racism, was shortly made aware that common usage of the term and occurrences were incorrect; racism had been confined to interpersonal experiences, and was rarely looked at as systematic; historical racism was seen as separate and ended, criminal justice racism was happen-stance, and bias was inherent, unapproachable, and permanent.

Unsatisfied with generalized ideas of why this racism was occurring, I kept searching. Early on I decided that genocides world-wide were connected with colonial occupation, and that there was clearly a pattern globally connecting all of these atrocities. When I began to look into other researchers or writers who approached genocide in this way, I found they had greater awareness than most who covered singular events as if they were in closed systems; for instance, eugenics is a very broad topic which is not often looked at in the context of colonialism; and is often pushed off as conspiracy theory, despite numerous documents showing otherwise.

From here, Dr. Phil Valentine would guide me: "People are trained to accept the WHAT of a thing as the HOW and the WHY, and ignore the latter 2". I find this pattern repeated everywhere; very few look at topics with any depth. So the information I was looking for was scattered & controversial, questions I would ask weren't directly addressed, people I asked about these things either weren't very interested, had strong opinions while having done no research, or were interested, but quickly distracted.

I would not forget though ...

Trying to understand the *how* of a thing is particularly difficult when you've been conditioned to accept irrationalizations as truths. 

As I was doing the above, I also began to talk to Caucasian friends directly about racism. After talking to several friends, I concluded that they all had been brain-washed - like zombies. Some of them had lived in multicultural areas, and some of them were educated while some weren't, but overall, having different rationalizations and sets of information, at the *core* of their arguments was something they had difficulty articulating - even though our conversations were frank and sometimes a bit heated. They still couldn't go deeper. 

Of note was a couple of them thinking this had to do with my current court case; that I was just angry. That they were all fairly comfortable in life, never struck them as out of place. But, after these conversations, I began to look more into melanin and related theories, and will continue these conversations again from a different angle.

So all of this is just to re-trace my tracks. On a train to Chicago, and after sitting in LA for 12 hours, everyone seems asleep, except for that random woman who came up and hugged me, smiled, then walked off.

Dr. Francis Cres Welsing has expounded the genetic basis of White Supremacy; she is not widely known, and is attacked by many white academics; there seem to be more obscured researchers Dr Ivan Van Sertima, etc.

I'll conclude by noting the obvious bias: Caucasians seem to be satisfied with a world-view that includes them at the middle. I mean, civilization came from Rome & Greece! Yea, we evolved and from departed from Africa, but, that was very long ago.

But, when you say - how about, instead of evolve, I say you ran away from civilization, stole what you got, and figured out how to manipulate history and fool everyone.. You understand that the Sun is not supposed to kill you, that you can't reproduce as effectively as any non-white phenotype without scientific advance, and that in order to sustain your existence you have subjugated most other peoples.... and that karma is going to be a real, real fucking bitch.

"Hit your oppressor in his pockets.. you keep appealing to his moral virtue, but he doesn't have one' - Umar Johnson

BLOG: Symbolic Truth in All Things & Why I Say These Things

In all things there is truth, even in symbolic, subconscious form;
The Truth thus cannot be hidden; even in imagination, there is connection to divine law.

As we all will see Truth in all things, the only way to negate that was to flood our minds with semi-truths, out of place, outright lies, and "fictions" - as we will see, many so called stories and fables only exist for this purpose - and conceal high truths, but being told as fiction (with a bit of truth! go figure, they even say that) - you wrap all of each stories elements into a separate box and put it away.

Until understanding the subconscious, more education allows an approach to these truths, if one is willing. It will begin as an odd sensation that something is wrong, with anything, with everything, but with THIS... this story, this news, this song, something here really draws me in...  but that won't be the source of your education, though you will be able to focus on it and worship it if you like.

Since they have fragmented our cultures, purposefully destroyed many ancient historical records and obscured others, created "religions" that seem diverse but are all essentially founded on the same false premises, created stories that would make divinity seem "far away", magical, fantasy, and super-natural, even if we knew there was something true in it, it would ALWAYS seem exterior, uneffectable by us, unknown, mysterious.

This is simply not the case.

I will begin to present as many things as I can to illustrate my ultimate point.

From here I could explain my current view on the subconscious, or ... why I say these things!
Especially in these ways. Well ...

If you know me in real life you may have some insight as to my variable demeanor.
You may also know that I've been making various forms of art for a while.

It all began under very mysterious circumstances.. at 18 I began to feel Kundalini rise.
After one of the first times I smoked strong cannabis. After that an outrageous psychedelic
trip in solitude opened my mind up to all types of perspectives.. then at 23 I began to write
furiously, at first it felt like *I* was being written, then that coalesced into having control
and access, through rises and falls of inspiration.

I've written as much as I could since this all began, and even reading dreams from when I was 19,
I see symbolism and connection to my prior and future tasks. This amazing realization is what
drives me and convinces me that this is not all just craziness.

BLOG: A Personal Reflection - The White Nod

After spending 10+ years in a predominantly white upper-class environment I started to notice some trends. While I should have noticed it sooner, I was dealing with other issues.

In the aforementioned community I had a trade - I performed computer support and technical assistance to a wide variety of people. I would be applauded as a genius, a wizard, the computer guy ..

Note that I never saw myself as that, but instead spent copious amounts of time trying to teach people how simple computers actually were - once you understood the framework. Still, I never thought I received enough respect for my services.

In retrospect, despite the verbal praise that I received, very few actually accepted me.

BLOG: Early personal experience of racism

Racism effects me in a myriad of degrees; pretty sure it was the determining factor in the lag of the first 20 years of my conscious life. The lack of effective education, poor job opportunities, lack of cultural unity, low self esteem from "it must be because I'm black" instead of "its because they are white" - see? It was my problem then, not theirs.

When I was just a teenager, I didn't have much of a self image, I didn't think much about how people treated me, and I didn't understand that most people were judging me ... wondering if I smoked or sold crack, if I had a gun, if I was a thief. Subconsciously, rarely stated, often acted upon.

I didn't know how common this was until I began to directly look at it.

In every major US city I have been discriminated upon, to the point where will generally avoid them. Accused, jailed, arrested.

When I say poor education, I mean that though I attended private schools for a majority of the time I did attend school, they did not tell me what I was facing. They were like white schools filled and ran by black people; we watched Roots in 3rd grade; this fostered false familiarity with this outrageous tragedy, and I'm sure many of those I was in that class with still think that was a historical account.

Yet it was a prophetic piece also; we just weren't encouraged to learn any more about the story, for if we had, we would have eventually found the trail from those times to our current day situation.

When I say poor job opportunities, combined with the low self-esteem reaction to peoples general distrust of the Young Black Male, I could put in 200 resumes, _marking my race on most of them_, and get a call back for 1; a job I took; under an Asian lady, she was most disagreeable.

And to think that I had (with a group of friends) hacked into nearly all universities and several military institutions world-wide before the age of 17 .... just to look around, and quit at 18. [they know already, IDGAF]. We were avid learners, adaptable, self-motivated. That turned into.. ?

I am not stupid. I am mal-conditioned and experienced too much trauma as a youth. To which people turned their eyes, they saw the pain in mine, and they told me I was stupid. I listened...

This was the height of the dot-com boom and I had no support structure that pushed me. Note, none of this is regret, it is simply reflection.

All of that made me who I am today. A black man, un-afraid to speak the truth, prepared to die for that truth, and about to leave your stinking country and go and find my own home.

Unless they find me guilty of getting greatly hurt defending myself in an altercation where
it is clear to the court that I was attacked.. wait, what?

Now, I know that others have had different experiences..
Some have experienced less, some have experienced more,
some have experienced none.

But, given the fact that many have died, randomly,
unjustifiably, unexpectedly, unpredictably,
with few defenses and with no retribution,
I believe that none of us are safe.

BLOG: Out of the lions den. Into ... who knows.

The issues of race are highly charged. Speaking out about it can get you hurt.

As I find the thin line that is "treadable", as I aim to leave US behind, I will
catalog my experiences as they occur.

First catalog - I will rewrite the earlier, de-published article on my friend pulling a gun on me,
but first I think there should be some preliminary warnings:

Do Not Trust "White" People
Do Not Seek Approval From White People

First orders of business. Understand that these are social/class labels, not genetic identifiers.

Now, I don't mean to create division (oops).
There are multiple reasons I state these two directives.

One, is that if you follow this site, you will know that it focuses heavily
on the subliminal programming agents used by white supremacy to ensure
racial[class/cultural] imbalance.

Look at what I just said.

I'm not fucking with you.

Read it again.

Again.

Now listen.


Outside of a small community of fairly well-to-do people
who think of themselves as 'conscious',
(which is impossible if they aren't actually screaming out about this injustice),
most people are 'not conscious'.

What this means is that much of their personality, many of their decisions,
much of their ability to interpret and remember information, is deferred to
subconscious activity.

Now, I don't know how subconscious shit works, but I do know this:

There are people who actively prefer to live in illusion than face reality.
Often these are people who have suffered abuse, poor circumstance, etc.

In their eyes they simply put off the death of a loved one they experienced years ago,
or consciously refuse to let go of regret for not doing certain things, or perhaps
truly have something to hide, some dark secret, whatever.

Now, I did not warn against trusting white people that preferred to live in illusion:

a majority of people prefer to live in illusions, with a smaller number NEEDING it

I will illustrate what lead me to this conclusion after some food and a bath.

---

Ok, the experience I just left, with "white" people that I had known for over a decade,
deteriorated so quickly that I had a lot of learning to do. However, one of the last
things said to me would make it all perfectly clear: "Everyone was sleeping with a gun!"
(Except for me.)

So I, as an unarmed person, somehow sparked fear into a group of whites who had guns.
How? By asking them questions, talking to them, which apparently made them think I
was smarter than them, except that when they talked about things they experienced,
or knew about, I would listen, and acknowledge, but, they simply couldn't do the same for me.
Rarely.

EXCEPT if it were with computers, which they needed fixed, but still, they would show their
distrust in my experience with the intonation in their second guesses.

I think I was actually given the #WhiteNod so much in that relationship, that it became their
habit.

BLOG: The War Continues - I am currently being threatened by a "friend" with a gun

He is drunk, and I'm in the middle of nowhere, I guess I'm stupid for blogging about african politics while living with white trash, but my main dilemma is my freaking hard drives ...

And about getting out of here.. theres no taxi service, this was just strategicly not well thought out.

SO VERY INSPIRING THOUGH! - THEY SAY HIP HOP CAUSES VIOLENCE, BUT WHITE MEDIA CAUSES RACISM

REAL LIFE LESSONS IN WHAT THEY MEAN WHEN THEY SAY 'IM NOT RACIST' BUT WANT TO ARGUE, EMOTIONALLY, OVER IF IT EXISTS OR NOT AND ITS EXTENT - LEAVE THESE PEOPLE OUT OF YOUR LIFE

--

I went in to make a sandwich, he had locked the doors ... I came in and he says something about how it feels,
I'm like you locked the doors?? He goes on the usual schizophrenic rant about various items of my behavior that displease him, a barrage really, I'm like, wait, what? Who knows what I said ... anything less than go to hell cracker wouldn't have been appropriate though .. he pulls his small gun out, first, or flashes it, I'm like, yea, shoot me bitch .. I didnt say it, but I'm not particularly afraid of his ignorance, so I didn't really pay attention to his aggression.

The fundamental argument we have is over me telling him to clean up his life, and that he could be better, but in reality my approach has been 'you don't think life has a purpose?' - to which he argues violently, no. we are just dirt.

While at times he has admitted that he'd like to drink less, I am pretty positive that his wife not only 'drives' him to drink like he thinks, but supports his drinking, because in that way, she gets to have control of him.

So behind his anger is a very petty woman, resigned to taking psych meds and watching TV and playing iPad games as a lifestyle, never cleaning anything, stepping over trash, and arguing for her right to die like that. Yes, die, she repeatedly vocalizes how she will take kolonopin for the rest of her life.

Anyway, I guess if I died tonight, anyone reading this site might gain greater insight into the tentacles of the approaches of destruction against our people, and beyond that, I dont really give a fuck.

Hes probably passed out now, will wake up tommorow and either forget, or vaguely remember and half-heartedly try and apologize, or realize that that was way out of line, and stop drinking immediately and offer me ... lol some bulls and some whiskey.

-- You should be able to tell that I'm not as unprovoking and innocent as I may seem, issues of how I approached him with the things I was learning, talked about how he lived, are all matters of perspective, but the greatest issue is ... really, a gun? On your friend of 10+ years? Who is unarmed and not physically provoking you? And is black? And you're white? And "they'll never find you <shit grin>" when I told him he'd just go to jail if he actually shot me..

%100 sure that it is a matter of conditioning. And 12+ hours of TV a day will do that to you.

-- Mostly posted in case he shot me, I'm still here, havn't seen him at all