Ancestors speak through us, the wings of our breath, our thought memes.
Lucumi means Our Friends.
African Traditional Religion is a complete misnomer, correctly put this term is used to describe Diasporic African based Native Traditions.
In the beginning, beneath a world of Islamic and Roman Catholic world conquest, there was a great series of Moorish, non Ethopian kingdoms, one being known now to the world as Yorubaland. This kingdom which was established in the in the 12th century AD, stemming back to sometime in the first millenium AD, supposedly around the egyptian diaspora known in hebrew as the exodus. Around the seventeenth century AD, Oyo became the dominant political and military force of this conglomerated population, and the Oral Traditions of the Yoruba center around this period in history. The third Alafin, or King, of yorubaland was Shango. He was said to have power and control over lightning and thunder. It was this King who led military conquests which brought the wealth that made his Kingdom last until today. Upon his death, he was deified, and to this day, initiation into the mysteries of the forces of thunder and kingship are done in his name. It is from this third King of Yorubaland that we get the nemes of the god Sango, and the goddesses Oya, Oshun, and Oba, his wives and concubines. Each of these royal personages was elevated to godhood status, and the calibration and reframing of ones higher self to any of the forces of nature which they are given reign over is done in the name and with the authority of this warlord king. The Lucumi branch of this traditional belief system stems from the kingdom of Oyo through, into cuba and experiences change during the bay of pigs scare. That year, the year that Castro took control of cuba, the Lucumi priesthood divined that they would have to do a ceremony, wherin one of the priests would die. This is called the Olokun Dance. In refusing to dance, it is said that the priests allowed the island to be taken, and shortly therafter another diaspora happened, where some Havana bred city priests who didnt like the Castro regieme, as well as Matanzas based, country groups with the same issues chose to both legally and illeagaly make way into the major metropolitan areas of L.A., Miami, and New York. My own previous lineage, Coral, accepted the payment required for priesthood to initiate my priest of Obtala, B. Stuart Meyers, Ocha Ni Lele, who is really Eguin Lade, Ogunda Ogbe, Obatala Obanla and Esu Aye, after he published the secret matters of the divination system with no liscence, having spent years studying with a lover priest in Michagan. I only recieved my warriors, but was allowed to move into this priests house. The circumsance of this was my finding an ad on Craigslist.org, where he posted as a lonley man seeking male friendship at a negotiable rent, somebody who could walk his puppy, and help keep his house clean. He had just had his first Ocha canceled, the catholic syncrenysed initiation ceremony into La Regla de Ocha. I planned to have moved into this godsons neihborhood to study, and be with him on his new path in love with Ori Sa, and when he cancelled and was ostracised, I decided to move into my teachers area, to study directly with him. Though some have alleged and believe that this priest has attempted to seduce two of his students I never experinced that, or felt inthe lest sexually uncomfortable, understand. The only serious fault I have with him was that through divination and carelessness, he put my entire history of abuse into question, from an authoritative perspective. One day I went for a first time , what I took as a novelty shell based fortune telling, and was asked to initiate, and offered death as an alternative. I was just a hurt, stupid kid and this is my truth.
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all right you dick sucking new age faggots, this is how its gonna go.... he's gonna pay me or i just gave it all to the reincarnation of, well since its all water and my book is for your hologram lord to deciher... lets say hitler.
Kill me, send me to jail... i bet the zion in the desert burns, babe.
Oh, and fuck your mother. Get her.
Exibit A...
shake it and bake it
i wreck whats been taken
a whole new island
forsaken and divided
i glide to the top, rock,
and ride it out
stop
drop the world
in a moment of hell
i look to the stars for the moment to rebel
fuck heaven
you fuckers all new about nine eleven
now im outside screamin "why"
while your blazed
im embracing
insanity
a dark pilgrammige
where is the humanity
if i go inside to rock
id probably wipe out my family
either way its fucked
who the hell are they to watch me
im a free man in a fre land
what the fuck else i need
so stop the whining
somebody say the time
we ride out the volcanos and waves
high and dazed
and watch the sunrise again
in the west
god damn im the best
my mother is here
my father is blessed
i cry
why the fevstivities
i never got a minute of your time
everybody hold a key
and im the one locked in the sky
so fuckin die
hey guys
when the skies clear
i got no fear
ill be near my house
standing clear
and calling on my fam to hear
fuck all the gods who fall
right up to yall
and now im done
mister young is the one
big shit to flip the fuckin sun
atlantis and lemuria
finally through the wormhole
panspermic timelines and vertigo
until the devil stole
the line this time
and made my streets of gold
ppyramidal plots
lots of locks and planetary stops
nobody else drops so hot
and they better not
divided eyes
chiefs of tribes
given into empire lies
no kings left to rise
i despise the fucking times
gravity bombs
depravity longs to be curbed like curs
mutts in the yard hear the word
now everybodys got a herd
a flock to feed
your all just fuckin sheep to me
i mean
i never meant to see this much
but now im here
that fucker best believe
i mean it when i say ill blow the fuse
you loose
a comet cometh
gravity moves
my gravity proof
so heres what ill do
ride it out like a kangaroo in a zoo
pray for one shot
to devoid this world
of all of you
oooh!
never gotta chance to say my truth
motherfucker
if ther is a god to you
that what the fuck did i just do
bitch you loose.
so ste up to get served
if you miis a moment in this
i could write that fuckin word
and be gone, ma heard.
ya her it and aum ha
conceled in the black box
i must be dumb to yall.
fuck it all.
GIFTS... white rabbit... jefferson airplaine......
Freedom, what is that? I know the word, but is it just a word? Our great nation would seem to be founded on this principal, however, it is not. Our nation is founded on the principals of Liberty and Justice, as symbolized by the beautiful lady of the oceanic waves, which stands as a fortification against the tyranny envisioned once as living across the ocean, and wearing powdered wigs. Our concept of freedom and our idea of liberty have been twisted by maiunstream media. While once, the right to bear arms was considered man's liberty, now it seems to be a matter of personal freedom, being curbed by the state. The right to bear arms gives us the assurance that in a time of desperation, when soldiers are at our farmlands borders, crossing the wild greens of our land, we never loose that thing called liberty.
The rights we are so fond of, that we take so often for granted, are not freedoms, for to write down freedoms is to inversly define the boundries of a thing, that being freedom itself. However, to lay down a constitution which informs man of his basic liberties, and to defend that as a nation, this is a key to true liberty. Before the united states of america was formed, no civilized nation had been formed principally on concets such as individual liberty or justice. The indeginous tribes of the world, whose peoples are slowly being forced by those who would take liberty for granted and use our war engine to defend liberties they may aught not to have taken, being forced into extinction, these "free" peoples national heritages, who rather than filled with liberty I would say are filled with true freedom. These nations aside, our united nation is the first light lit for the god in man, outside of our temples. That is brilliant.
To be continued.
Or france falls by spirits......
Right now.....
Where is Justice in the equation of our nations heritage? Was the rape of native lands Just? I don't believe so. Was the foundation of a stable union to provide certian unailienable rights to it's citizens Just? Yes, I would say so. When the two are weighed against each other, there is no fully correct answer, but in the light of history, being the bearer of our present situation, the foundations of the United States of America prove to be the world's greatest light, in this current age. The manifold abuses of Liberty at the cost of Justice, have confused my generation towards the inherent power of our Nation, hereafter reffered to as our House. This abuse, however, is not confined to the last two hundred seventy five years, or to Our House. The industrial revolution produced a rich class in Our House, one whose monopoly-esq pursuits are the focus of more radical national attention than the results of thier successes and how they relate to this generation. Imagine a nation which was not fortified with this war engine which has been created, what would it be like? Who would have subdued it by now, could somebody? Is it so hard to imagine being in a smaller nation, a smaller House, surrounded by constant threats to security and identity? This is not our lot, we are fortunate to have the mixed blessings of Our House, however bloody the past appears as our ancestors scream to the spirit of the times "HOW LONG?".
So the concept of Justice, does this include Justice for the abuses of our system of maintaining Liberties by those who have no alliegance to Our House? I believe it does. Now, how are we going to go about both fortifying Our House, and bringing Justice to the criminals whose hands have been washed of the blood spilled? This is the question of our time, and I hope we, as a generation with the keys to the stars, can find the gentle balance which opens the gates to heaven.
Namaste.
The best day of your life, shofar!
It's ok, daddy's gonna be crowleys boy, or france falls by spirits...
that haarp shit aint no joke, esu haiti... <3
fuck corale, all you can burn with the two hebrew prophets IM SET TO FALL FOR <3
Before I was 12 years old, I had been sexually assaulted by 5 different people. I was placed in state custody at thirteen, and heavily medicated. When he told me that my memories of that, which i had blocked out in my youth and was just recollecting, were created fantasies that I had probably made up for attention, I lost all respect for him. Apparently unable to recall this drunken mistake, he never recanted and our friendship rotted. He saw me as idealistic, I saw him as just an old man, holding onto something that could keep him from feeling worthless and promoting it in the marketplace. After I left the cult, he cursed me over small things he assumed I had done, and as usual did his best to blow his own opinions out of proportion and into my life. They call it family, and it resembles one sometimes, however this has not been the case with me.
I made the decision to try and meet the forces of the gods themselves by returning to my hometown of Ladysmith, Wisconsin and consuming virtually a third of a sheet of LSD all at once. I did that before the river Flambeau, which I saw as I took my first breath into the world as a baby. The trip was devestating, as anyone who has adventured through one of those black and blank hallucinogenic pilgrimages can tell you. For nearly a year my head didnt really work, and for the next two years or so I found myself pretty much unfunctional. I had attempted to grab ahold of the forces of Olofin, through his daughter Oshun Ololordi, who has all power. I was a damn fool.
I emailed crazy streams of thought, always including that I had been hurt as a child and fucked off about it by a fortune teller whose cult had gained supreme court approval to murder animals in public parks for money. The leaders of the house I was in, and the elders in the now forming bodies which this house is attached to, ignored me, or worse, told me off and insisted I was mad. They were, of course, right... However, I was asked to put my life to these forces at the threat of death, and I did it immeadiately, and spent years deepening my relationship. The year spent living with this priest was spent with my nose in all of his unpublished material I was allowed to read. This love counted for something, even if it is simply the gravity of faith in one of mans endless systems of belief. To this day, not one of those men who watched me grovel elese orisha have apologized or offered a kind word. Not one.
My real name is Bobby. I want to introduce myself.
I was born in Wisconsin, around the indian head reigon, northwestern, close to MI. Born to a
young mother and father, who had to this time been carnival workers. They decided to settle
down for thier families sake. Interesting to note, for the occasion of my birth, grandpa Young,
who I was named for, chose one hundred chickens as a gift, and this was my welcome to the
world.
My mother was in the local hospital, in a room looking over the river Flambeaux. As I was
seperated from my mother, Bonita, after the cord was split in twain, the doctor passed me by a
window, at eight forty in the morning, sunshine glaring upon the Flambeaux, its cold waters
moving through the stones which spotted the landscape outside of the window was most likely
my first experience of life outside of the womb. I suppose the beauty filled me with awe, because
I was silent in passing and silent thereafter. My mother tells me I was such a good baby, I never
fussed or anything, but my sleep schedule was that of a vampire.
This awakening into life was where I came into contact with the world, the spirits of this river,
even back to ancient times, looked at me that morning, and I looked at them, and everything was
well.
The following decade was filled with turmoil. Struggles overpowered my young family, and
eventually I made my way into the states custody. I was raised there.
My young adult life was filled with travel. I spent my days intoxicated, going from city to city,
without an idea of what life meant, or what it could have in store for me. The perfect picture of
my river and her heartbeat which I expressed earlier was very certianly not representative of my
childhood, and these psychological foundations were hidden carefully behind layers and years of
enforced and chosen drug abuse. Everywhere I went I found relationships difficult, and the more
I grew, the harder it became to understand people and society, at least from what I considered a
normal perspective.
Around the time I turned twenty four, I was introduced to La Regla de Ocha, or as we usually
express it, Lucumi Traditions. Somebody came into my life like a comet or a whirlwind and told me
people could divine with shells. This novel and insignifigant peice of information would alter the
course of my life, for better and for worse, forever. I was soon initiated into the outer circle, and
over the course of the next several years, taught so very much more than I ever thought I could
know about these ancestral traditions.
Ancestral traditions of whats called Africa, commonly reffered to as ATRs, are amazing. A
complete litany of natural spiritual forces exists in what were once spoken word traditions, where
tribes and families, even entire kingdoms, recorded, preserved, and passed down from generation
to generation ingenuis math, the numbers holding the whole corpus of knowledge. They have
been mixed together and again seperated in what is called Diaspora, but they survived, a slice of
cultural inheritance almost lost.
After breaking with my ile, or house <<which btw has nothing to do with my username... i lern
oc eh>> I consulted a Babalawo of traditional Ifa, and have since distanced myself from these
traditions. However, I find them so awesome, and study them still, every now and then.
These days, I have done work with myself spiritually which has helped me to regain the lost sense
of self which so shook my psychological foundations. I am almost thirty now, and I am studying what is called Enochian, which is a system of Angelic Magick created by John Dee in middle earth, sorry, Midevil England. At promptly the time the eternal mythos of my culture was manifesting, John Dee, a student of Sciences and Mathmatics, was contacting the divine heirarchy of Angels in attempts to unlock the hidden mysteries of the universe. I like to think I have learned a lot so far, and will probably continue in this line of study for a long time.
I believe that this world isnt the only one inhabited. We seem to be in a shift from an old paradigm, to a new age. Many people have accepted this shift and theres so many avenues of new expression and thought. I enjoy engaging somewhere about this. There is a sense of community that comes from watching the same people over a period of time. I post here, ladies and gentlemen, due to this community, and the interests it shares. There are few enlightened places to discuss magick openly online. This is one of those places.
Anyway, thank you for discussing so many things with me, and may the stars line up and your cookie jar fill with cookies, until it overflows.