To the window, to the wall . . .

 

In my fantasy debate against Ben Shapiro (or fill in the blank with any prominent Republican) about the wall, Mexicans, the Southern border, etc.  I state:

 

1.    The indigenous people of the Americas lived on this continent, thrived on this continent, from Alaska to (whatever country is at the tip of South America), and there were no borders, there were no countries, there were no governments.  Mexicans are not immigrants to this land, white people are.  It was the white man who came here and decided that this land could be purchased, owned, taxed, and divided, not God,

 

The white man murdered the indigenous people of this land, they murdered them in numbers far greater than Hitler killed the Jews.  The white man STOLE land from the indigenous inhabitants of this land, the land where they existed for hundreds of thousands of years.  The Spanish and the English, it was they who drew lines on the map and decided what land was theirs, what language was to be spoken, who had a right to reap the benefits of citizenship that they decided. 

 

Again, they were not guided by the hand of God, they had no right, no dominion, no authority to do so.  It was nothing but their ego and their greed that made them decide that they could displace the Native inhabitants of this land, the people who cared for, protected, and loved this land as their home for hundreds of thousands of years (Yes, I know your history says that humans haven't been on this planet for that long but that's a lie.)  The people who are referred to as Mexicans, Nicaraguans, Costa Ricans, El Salvadorians . . . they are all the same bloodline, the same genetic makeup as the American Indians and Eskimos, who have more of a right to this land than the white men ever did. 

 

2.    Mexicans deserve a right to feed their families.  Mexicans have a right to pursue happiness.  It's an inalienable right.  It is not Spanish speaking migrant workers who are ruining your life, it's the greedy corporations that are paying NOTHING in taxes, paying next to nothing for labor, and that are overcharging American consumers that are ruining your life, not the individuals who are modern day slaves.  These people are slaving, working in fields picking food for your table, they are building your homes with no insurance, no benefits.  They aren't the owners of the corporations, they aren't the shareholders of these corporations. 

 

If you want to be angry at someone, be angry at the corporate greed that deems it perfectly acceptable to pay CEOs millions of dollars, millions and millions and millions of dollars a year, CEO's who do NO work whatsoever.  They don't do any hard labor, they don't even do any soft labor.  They sit in offices a few hours a week.  They go to a meeting every once in a while, and the rest of their time is spent living a life of gluttony and excess and waste.  If you want to direct your anger at someone, put your energy into the corporations that could be paying a decent salary to American born citizens but they choose not to.  They choose to hire the indigenous people of this land, they choose to politicize them, make them the enemy against racists and people too blinded by patriotism to see that the real villains are not the families trying to stay together or the people trying to survive, but the people who know that Mexicans have more of a right to be here than they do.  And trust me, they know the truth.  They just have a vested interest in feeding racist fires to keep white people in this country angered and outraged at the wrong party. 

I’m Broke

 

 

I’m broke. 

 

I have no money.

 

Society wants me to be ashamed, to feel ashamed about my financial status. 

 

I will not. 

 

The number in my bank account does not define me, it does not define my worth, my contribution, my value, my soul. 

 

As a society, we worship money.  People with money . . . we want to be like them, we want to have what they have.  We admire them, we read their books, telling us how to do what they did in order to get rich.  We give rich people free stuff, we comp them, they don’t even pay taxes and everyone knows it. 

 

People without money, they are reprehensible.  They are disgusting.  We not only look down on them, we hate them.  How dare they offend me with their poverty!  They should have made better choices! 

 

For the entirety of my adult life, I’ve lived on fumes, on less than $1000 to my name, and many times, on less than $100 for vast amounts of time.  I’ve been poor.  Really poor.  I am poor.  I don’t have any assets.  I’m poor by every conceivable standard and metric.  I didn’t grow up in poverty but we didn’t have a lot of money. 

 

What I do not have is a poverty mindset.  I’ve never felt poor, regardless of whether my bank account had money in it or not.  I am sophisticated, refined, cultured, brilliant, talented beyond measure . . . I’m compassionate, nurturing, loving, forgiving, empathetic, and generous, all with no money in the bank. 

 

Did I make poor choices?  No.  I followed my path. 

 

Back, when I was really, really trapped in the Matrix, I had a calling, an inner demand, to not go into the new millennium picking corporate cotton. I was not going to go into the new millennium selling pants.  I had a job in retail management . . . I HATED!  I hated the politics, the bullshit, the racism; I couldn’t stand the procedures I knew were flawed and they refused to improve them.  I got into retail because I worked in the fashion industry in a company that was racist and sexist and . . . blah, blah, blah.  (Corporations are the devil.) When I left the fashion industry, in the midst of a horrible marriage that ended a year or so later, I needed something fast because I needed to pay the bills so I took the first job on the first interview I went on.   Survival was my choice. 

 

With a little more than 10 years in retail management, I was destined to never make enough money to do anything more than just survive.   

 

The last corporate job I had, I was sucking on the Matrix teat.  I was at a job managing a retail store that paid me HALF TIME for anything over 40 hours. Not time and a half, not my salary plus half, nope. Half of my salary.  That was what I was paid for working over 40 hours.   And there wasn’t a week that I didn’t work at least 60 hours. 

 

I suffered.  I would cry in my car before work, during lunch, after work.  I was beaten.  I was a cog in the fucking machine.  They wanted me to slave for them, pay me pennies, they wanted my frustration, they wanted me to want to outperform all the other slaves on the plantation. 

 

That is a slave!  That is a slave on the corporate plantation, picking fucking corporate cotton. That is not what life is supposed to be, that’s slavery to capitalism.  I was rushing to work, to punch a clock, to be on time, I couldn’t be late, to make 10s MILLIONS of dollars a year for them . . . for them to pay me $40K a year.  I was a slave.  I was busting my ass to be the best.  And I was.  My numbers outperformed every store in the district.  I was the best slave on the plantation.  I had enough money to pay my rent, car note, utilities, and have modest fun.  No vacations but dinner when I wanted, jazz clubs, concerts, and books and music.  Lots and lots of books and music. 

 

I budgeted.  I budgeted and sacrificed and I prioritized.  I made sure that I had enough to pay all my bills first and foremost and I was never going to spend a cent on a luxury if a bill was unpaid.  And that was because I had never had a man pay a bill for me in my life and I wanted it to remain that way.  It wasn’t a conscious, out-loud conversation I had with friends discussing the merits of sex for money.  It wasn’t even a conversation I had with my inner voice; that bitch will not shut up with opinions and advice and affirmations.  It was a voice that couldn’t be heard, telling me, don’t let a man buy you, you are worth more than any amount than he can afford.  My soul didn’t want me to be a sex worker, exchanging my body for sex with men.  Not the Real Housewives kind  within the confines of a relationship where men paid for their women’s purses and shoes and designer clothes and gadgets.  Not the modern-day prostitution found in the open on social media and web cam apps, and strip clubs. 

 

This society is built on sex work.  That is the pathology of the white man, they think they OWN human beings’ bodies.  They think that women are things for their pleasure.  I can say, that at 56 years old, I’ve never taken money for sex.  I’ve never had sex with the intent of using a man for money.  I’ve never gotten money from a man to dominate him.  I’ve never had a man give me money with the expectation that I’m going to do something to sexually satisfy him.  I’ve never dated a rich man in order for him to buy me things. I’ve dated rich men who have never bought me more than dinner . . . ONCE.  I’ve never valued a purse or shoes or a designer label enough to do that.  I’ve always known my worth.  I’m priceless. 

 

I’ve also never gotten public assistance.  That inner voice, that silent inner voice again, that bitch is relentless.  Something in my gut told me, they want me to be dependent upon them, they want me to feed off the government teat.  At my core, again with no conscious dialogue whatsoever, I KNEW that to conform to their vision of the ghetto welfare queen was to let them win. 

 

Am I judging Black women on welfare for making poor choices?  ABSO-MUTHA-FUCKING-LUTELY NOT! Am I looking down my nose at sex workers and proclaiming my virtue to be superior to theirs?  Not even close. 

 

When you are born, you breathe life into a tiny, vulnerable body who has to have all their choices made for them.  What to eat, what’s going to happen when you cry, what’s going to happen to them when they misbehave and are bad.  Those choices are not made by the baby, they are made by the parent, who had their choices made for them.  Does one choose to be born to middle class white parents, in a society that idolizes and coddles whiteness and paints false images of life in the suburbs as vanilla and crime free?  Does one choose to be born into a family descended from slaves, who have never had wealth?  Does one choose to be born into a family where getting a college education wasn’t an option? 

 

What choice does an infant make into the circumstances in which they are born? 

 

If you look down between your legs and you see a penis, and especially if it’s pink, know that you made no choice in your physical life, none, that would negate the fucking unearned privilege that that little white dick gives you.  NONE.  There is no choice you made to have people respect you more than they do me.  There is no choice that you personally made to have history written to make you look like the victor in every epic alpha male battle when in fact you were a loser.  There is no choice you made to have access to better, high paying jobs, or to be able to get away with crime, literally.  Many of you made a choice to take an oath, to drink the juice, to pop a red pill or a blue pill, or whichever pill tells you that Black women are God.  But that choice was made available to you because of that little pink thing hanging between your legs, and you had no choice in that, it came with the package. 

 

I digress. 

 

My daughters were born in the ghetto.  They aren’t my biological children but I love them as much as if I pushed them out my body.  They were born into poverty.  It was not a choice.  They didn’t choose to have parents burdened with racism and oppression.  They didn’t choose to have ancestors beaten in slavery until their spirits were broken.  Not a choice.  They didn’t choose to be born in a country that intentionally, that INTENTIONALLY under-educates its Black population.  No choices were made to have parents who were born into dysfunction, who had parents born into poverty, who had parents who were born into slavery. 

 

Money isn’t even real.  I heard about the judgment against Fox News yesterday.  They have to pay $800 MILLION dollars . . . to whom I’m not sure, for whatever crime they are supposed to have committed. 

 

There’s no bank that’s going to load up a truck with $800 million dollars and send it to another bank. IF money were real, and it absolutely is not, all that would mean is numbers are going to be reduced in one account and numbers are going to be increased in another account.  But think about it.  What’s to stop Fox from just putting more numbers in their account?  What’s to stop any corporation from just putting as many numbers in their account that they want . . . as if by magick? 

 

Hear that, those are the screams of white men saying, “Regulatory policies are in place, that’s why there are accounting firms!” And they are run by white men. And that means they are inherently corruptible.  Every white men with power wants more power and money and is willing to do anything to get it because that’s the American way.  Greed is at the base of everything white men do.  They always want more money, more power, more nasty sex, more, more more. 

 

I want enough.  I want to take care of my family and dine well, drink great wine that I make and light candles I make while I take a bath with the soap I made.  I want balance.  I don’t want to live in a 17 bedroom house with 23 bathrooms and 14 cars.  Nor do I want to live in a house so fucking tiny you have to pee in the kitchen sink.  I want my home filled with art, not because it has a high price tag or because it’s by a famous artist but I want a home filled with art that takes my breath away every time I see it.  I want a closet full of clothes for my personal expression, for showcase who I am as an artist, creating impressions with my attire.  I want my home filled with love and music and art and great conversation and game nights and love making. 

 

White men, white men who have NOTHING to offer, who have nothing on their profile, who have nothing of substance to say, who have vile and offensive “I’m a BBC sissy whore BNWO cuck faggot,”  are the first ones to say, “I’m not paying anyone for anything you fucking golddigging cunts! Make your money the honest way.”  The contempt is tangible.  Women are not supposed to make money for something that white men want. 

 

White men created the very concept of money.  Things have no value.  Value is a concept created by white men.  Hmmmm, you’re going to buy this land?  It costs.  $3 million for 20 acres.  I have another property you can look at for $1.2 million.” 

 

Who decided how much land was worth?  God?  God set the prices on things?  God decided how much a car would cost, or an iPhone?  God, God decided how much electricity costs.  People are always talking about Tesla and free energy. Energy is free.  White men charge for it.  Not nature.  Not God.  It has nothing to do with off-setting labor and operating costs.  Salaries are enslavement to the system.  You are only worth as much as I’m willing to pay you for this job that whiteness has deemed to be worth less than this other job, that whiteness has decided has value. 

 

In a hospital, surgeon gets paid the most.  The janitor gets paid the least.  Patients would die if there weren’t clean operating rooms.  Let the bathrooms go a day or two without being cleaned in the hospital and tell me that the surgeon has a more important job.  But we’ve been told, we’ve been brainwashed into believing that that jobs that white men have more access to have more value.  The kitchen staff makes pennies compared to the administrators of a hospital but the patients NEED food, it does not good to buy it and have it in a pantry with no one to cook it.  We treat Black, female, poor, and uneducated workers like they made poor choices, that their poverty is their fault.  It is not. 

 

It’s not the fault of the Black college graduate who can’t get a decent paying job because white HR managers don’t like his name, or John in logistic’s nephew graduated at the same time.  It’s not the fault of the Black business owner who is busting their ass to do things the right, honest way and they are competing against old boy networks and cronyism, and nepotism.  It’s not Black people’s fault we were born in a society that devalues us, tells us we aren’t worth as much as white people. 

 

I had two very interesting triggers to this writing.  The first, I had a white man, whom I had taken my time and broken down how his words were disingenuous and how it was tied to his whiteness.  Master class level instruction.  Calm, cool, collected, reasoned.  Brilliant.  I mentioned to him that he was getting said knowledge for free and that if he had taken a class or workshop, he would have had to have paid a lot of money.  He replied, “Yes, I’ve taken several workshops and they are expensive. Thank you.”  He feels that I owe him my knowledge.  He feels that if I offer it for free, he doesn’t have to pay me, show gratitude, or even show enough respect for me to say, “Hey, you didn’t have to take the time to explain it so me and for that, let me buy you lunch.”  NO!  White men assume that they don’t have to pay a Black woman.  Not one online.  Not one talking about sex.  Because white men believe that they don’t’ have to pay for their sexual gratification.  And if they do, they pay blonds, or whomever the feel will jump and perform like a circus monkey for them. 

 

Four white men have given me any sort of money in my 23 years of dominating white men.  Scott embezzled a lot of the money he gave me.  He got fired from two different jobs for stealing money and giving it to Black women.  Not me, but he had a fetish for Black body builders, that was his weakness.  It wasn’t as if he was giving women his own money, he was stealing it from the companies he worked for and giving it to women.  CJ has given me some money, certainly not a lot, and only in attempts to show me that he was sorry for fucking up and paying for the opportunity to try again to show that he could be a half-way decent human being and not fuck up again.  He failed time and time again.  I was never worthy of his money.  He never gave to me because he wanted to impress me, I filled his secret lust bingo card, on the board with paying black women to dominate me box. 

Ramy has a fetish for giving Black women money but only poor, dumb, ghetto Black women whom he manipulates, lies to, and make them fall in love with him and then he abuses and degrades them.  He gave me money, about $4K on our first few calls, thinking he was going to manipulate me.  When he figured out that I wasn’t some dumb Black chick he could toy with like a cat plays with a mouse, the money stopped.  When I got him to freely confess to his psychotic serial manipulation, rape, and abuse of Black women, he blocked him and I haven’t heard from him since. 

 

Lee, has been the only with man who has given me money with no strings attached.  It’s not phenomenal amounts of money but every penny when you’re broke is worth more than gold.  I want to talk to him about it.  I want to explain to him that I’m eating bread for meals and that there are days when I don’t have anything but coffee and tuna.  I want to explain to him that whatever money he gives me is spent within minutes because I’m behind on rent.  I don’t.  I do thank him.  I make sure to let him know that I appreciate every penny he gives me. 

 

When white men say, “I’m broke,” they mean, “My savings account is down below the threshold that I’ve set that I can’t go below.”  I haven’t had a savings account in 30 years.  Not because of the choices I’ve made.

 

I chose AfroerotiK.  Every time, I will choose AfroerotiK.  I choose my creativity.  I choose speaking my truth.  I choose art and beauty and authenticity.  I choose Scottie Lowe over corporate/capitalist slavery.  I have believed in the concept of AfroerotiK since it came to me, since I saw the vision of what it could be, of what I know it was destined to be.  I have never given up on the concept of In Loving Color, and knowing that it was going to be the vehicle that leads us all to healing the lies we’ve been told.  I’ve never once waivered from my belief that I was born to create social change, to educated and enlighten, to lift the consciousness of Afrikans born in AmeriKKKa, and to break the chains of mental slavery. 

 

The other incident that triggered this writing is a white man posted some shady status update about me and said I was begging for responses on my writing.  For the record, I’ve never done that.  I don’t even post tags on my writings because I don’t give half a fuck about likes or followers.  I called him out on it and he said, something to the effect of, “Perhaps you care to explain your March 4^th status update.”  There was lots more he said but I didn’t read it because I was really just glancing at it while I clicked on the Block button. 

 

But he made his intent clear enough for me.  I was supposed to feel ashamed because I posted a status update that said, essentially, if you value and appreciate me, consider buying me sushi.  That was supposed to be shameful.  I was supposed to feel inferior because I asked people to buy me lunch if they appreciate my work, my effort, my time, my art.  No one bought me lunch.  No one ever does when I ask.  I’m not ashamed of asking however.  I contribute my art for FREE.  I contribute my academics for free.  I don’t think it’s too much to ask the people who benefit from it to compensate me.  But, he chose to try to shame me.  I’m sorry, but he’ll have to try a little harder because I’m not ashamed of asking for help.  The only ones who should be ashamed are the ones who didn’t think I was worthy of their money and who refused to pay me when the promised they would.  The only one who should be ashamed are the ones who had money and didn’t buy me lunch or call me on Nite Flirt, or give me a tribute because they didn’t feel like I deserved their money.  The white men who KNOW I’m the best fucking erotic writer on the planet, who jerk their little dicks raw reading my stories, who have fantasized about me because I’m such a great writer that I’ve invaded your soul, and you’ve never given me a dollar, you should be ashamed.  Not me.  I will not be shamed for asking. 

 

White men.  Hear me and hear me clearly.  Neither your opinion of me, nor my bank account balance, reflect my true value in life. 

 

My father is a Black man.  He has made some horrible choices in life.  He and I have a horrible relationship because of money.  He is of the belief that I’ve made poor choices in not being able to support myself as an adult.  I am of the belief that he’s made poor choices in fathering a child and not raising it, not caring about it, not loving it.  I believe he’s made horrible choices in his lies he’s told and truths he’s hidden, and I am the physical evidence of his manipulation of women for his own sexual gratification.  I believe he’s made horrible choices in valuing money over even getting to know his own child.  We see things differently.  To say the least.  I tend to think that my loving and nurturing heart has value.  I took care of my grandfather for six years.  I babied him.  I spoiled him.  I loved him.  I bathed him, I cleaned up his poop.  I made sure he wanted for nothing.  I protected him, I was there for him when he called.  I made his life better.  That, I did for free, because of my profound love for the greatest man I’ve ever known.

 

My father is not the greatest man I’ve ever known.   

 

I want my children to be happy, not rich.  I want them to know freedom in their self expression.  I want them to have access to the world, to get to know themselves, to learn and grow and heal from the abuses this society has placed upon them.  I want my girls to know that they are PRICELESS.  Whatever little money I get, I share with them.  Even when I’m broke, even when I only have $250 to my name, I make sure that they have gas in their cars or I take the kids off their hands for the weekend and give them a little break from the stresses of being born into a system of racism and poverty and dysfunction that they made no choice to be born into. 

 

My dream.  My greatest fantasy. 

 

We shift to the Black New World Order.  I reign as God.  White men see how accessible and down to earth I am, the same white men who gave me nothing, who never gave me a penny, the same arrogant and obnoxious white men who assumed I would want to dominate them just because they showed an interest in me, the white men that never invested in belonging to me, the white men who read my requests for donations and never even once considered giving me a penny, I want those white men to REGRET their choices.  I want them to say, “Fuck, I had access to the Goddess, she gave me an opportunity, and I didn’t give her any money because I didn’t think she was worth it.  I didn’t see her as anything other than a thing to get me off and I looked down on her as a fucking sex worker who was beneath me.” 

 

I know my worth. 

 

I know my value. 

 

I know who I am. 

 

I am not one of the women who can have men give her money just for being beautiful.  My beauty is on the inside, not the outside. I’m fully aware that the package I come today in isn’t reflective of the beauty standards that society deems valuable. Some find me repulsive. I don’t give a fuck about shading and contouring my nose to look like Michael Jackson.  I loathe Spanx.  Expensive shoes are nothing more than capitalist manipulations to get women to value themselves based on the amount of money they spend on external validation of beauty.  I’m not a slave on the plantation. 

 

I’m the best writer of the 21 century.  I’m the Black woman who will be responsible for taking us to a new world, a world of equality and peace, love, and unity.  I’m the best mother fucking psychological Black Domme that is, was, or will ever be.  If you didn’t see my value, if you didn’t think I was worth your money when I offered you the chance to be my submissive and you refused, you’re going to have to live with that choice. 

 

I have been ashamed of the amount of money in my bank account but no more.  I’m breaking these chains that oppress me.  I’m freeing myself and in doing so, I’m freeing all humanity.  It is my generosity that will save this planet.  It is my compassion and empathy that will heal this planet.  It is my love for the Earth that was usher in a new day.  My eternal soul is wealthier than any man who has ever lived. 

 

Oh, and one last thing.

 

I would be remiss if I didn't include my PayPal and CashApp in this writing. I think I must. It is my way of saying to the manipulative powers that be, that I'm prepared for my abundance. I'm prepared to see, feel, taste, touch, and smell a world of my abundance and to share my wealth in building a better society for us all.

 

If white men give to me or not, if anyone sees me as 'less than' because I don't have a bank account with lots of zeros, it matters not to me.

 

I know the outcome is assured, I know that I will have my bank account reflect my truth, I am the Source of all.

 

Cashapp $Scottie Lowe

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My heartbreak and growth story

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The New White Man

I have the ability to dream in worlds, to create worlds that far surpass the quantum, sexual, mental, spiritual, and emotional imprisonment of this reality.  In my ideal dream world, in the world I’ve created, I transform a white man into something inconceivable to the current mind.  I ignite in this white man an insatiable, sensual, and soulful, a nurturing, enlightened, and passionate human being.  

His first and foremost responsibility in life will be to please the Black man.  His singular sexual motivation is to give pleasure to the Black man.  It’s not about his objectification of the Black man, his racist sexual fetish where Black men are viewed as nothing more than nigger dildos to satisfy their contrived sissy faggot lusts.  The white man I create will see Black men as superior in every conceivable way.  He will look to the Black man as his God.  He will worship, praise, and adore the Black man, his challenges, he will look to elevate and honor the Black man in every way in more ways than sexual.  He will wait on him hand and foot.  He will bathe, pamper, nurture, and provide for the Black man to show his love, respect, and unquenchable desire.  

And his desire will be to give the Black man pleasure like he’s never known.  He will always start off by bathing his King and anointing his body from head to toe with body butters and oils.  He will then erotically and sensually, lick and kiss every inch of that beautiful dark skin in praise and worship of that melanin.  He will make love to his King’s asshole with his mouth, with his entire being, sucking, licking, kissing, tonguing it, tasting it, and getting intoxicated by its earthy, manly scent.  I will train him to use his lips, tongue, and mouth to deepthroat, to erotically caress with his hands, to adore the Black man’s dick, regardless of the size, his balls, and his ass because he will grow to respect and worship the entirety of Black manhood and all that that means.  His touch becomes a form of communication, energetically expressing his gratitude and humility, his awe and reverence, his desire and his hunger to please.  His kiss, expressive and lingering, tender and hypnotic, is fueled by erotic splendor and his need to taste the very essence of Blackness. His tongue paints pleasure and his lips speak fluent seduction as he displays his newfound experience of life viewed through the eyes of The Goddess.

At my command, his pussy will throb and ache and drip with arousal, keeping him horny with more intensity and hunger than he’s ever experienced before. Every cell in his body, every atom will vibrate with a new frequency, an energy of sensuality and confidence, of rhythm and soul. His pussy will be the center of his arousal. When he needs to be fucked deep, hitting that spot that makes his eyes roll back in his head and cry out into the night with primal, feral pleasure, he will have to BEG and plead for the honor.  He will never insult his King by acting as if he needs to be forced because he will understand the supreme honor it will be to provide pleasure for his lord and master.  

And whatever his King wants, he will provide.  If he is directed to climb on that dick and ride it nice and slow, to open his mouth and drink piss straight from the source, or put that ass up in the air and take a brutal fuck like a gangbang whore in a fuck flick, he will eagerly comply and beg for more.  I see him, his eyes glazed over with lust, his body moving and flowing in ways white men’s bodies couldn’t, all that offensive white pretense and delusion . . . gone.  I see his gratitude and love for me, in his eyes, for unleashing in him an honesty and authenticity he never imagined himself capable of expressing.  This white man of my creation will be able to dream in worlds where he imagines innovative and creative ways to pleasure Black men sexually that will keep him aroused and satiated.  

He’s mine.  I created him.  He’s informed and articulate about issues of race, full stop, no apologies for his unintentional racism.  He’s respectful and humble.  He’s pleasant to talk to and he communicates his feelings and frustrations like an emotionally mature person.  He’s open and receptive to learn and he’s eager to please.  He’s sane and grounded, he’s really respectful of all people, he sees everyone as a human being deserving of respect.  He’s smooth, he’s got swag; it emanates from him.  His jokes aren’t offensive or obtuse, he respects other’s opinions and understands that just because he hasn’t experienced that in his life, doesn’t mean that it’s not an obstacle for others.  

Out of my presence, he’s a better man, a real man, for the first time in his life.  He treats all of his relationships: friends, family, coworkers, lovers, and acquaintances, with respect; he looks to build stronger relationships in all areas of his life by giving of himself, not just being self-centered all the time.  He works to establish friendships with a more diverse group of people to learn from them and he doesn’t always assume he’s the smartest person in the room.  Sexually, he is able to interact with people on a much different level because he isn’t consumed with the shame when he was existing as the old version of white manhood that made him so uncomfortable in his own skin and transposing that into his vile degradation and humiliation fantasies that only reinforced more vile, racist stereotypes.  

He’s a better lover, all around.  He is in tune with his own body and he’s been trained to be responsive to his lover’s.  He can talk in bed, communicate his desires, be honest, apologize, he can ask for forgiveness, he can express his pleasure with words and sounds without being a one-dimensional drone chanting some vulgar mantra without emotion.  The white man who used to see sex in terms of power, in terms of tops and bottoms, dominants and submissives, that same white man now sees sex as a form of intimacy and communion, whether it’s nasty sex where he’s drooling and screaming for more of the exact things society has said were perverted, depraved, and wrong, or where he’s giving his lover pleasure to simply show his reverence.  I want to see the transformation of white men from ugly caterpillar to beautiful butterfly, where they become comfortable in their own skin and truly know that in releasing their smug fucking arrogance and racism, they are evolving and becoming more hue-man.  

I see this for all white men.  I see this for all humanity.  When I accomplish this, and I will, I will have created the white man in my image, the true image of God.  And once he has proven his change of heart, once he has shown his genuine love, respect, and worship of the black man as his God, once his transformation to soulful and authentic and AfroerotiK is complete, he can then, and only then, begin the journey of being able to serve and please the Original Goddess.  

Love hard, Black Women, Love Hard!

The Black Woman is the Source of all Creation.  Know this Black woman, with every fiber of your being.  Know your truth.  Know your source.  Know yourself.  

Genesis 1:1 In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.

1:2 . . . . Darkness was over the surface of the deep.  

1:3 And God said, “Let there be light.”  

In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth.  God did not create light and then create heaven and earth. God did not create duality first, day and night did not come from the mind of God followed by heaven and earth.  Darkness was over the surface of the deep, of all, of heaven and earth.  Darkness was all there was.  God was darkness.  God was dark energy.  God was dark matter.  God was all frequency, all vibration, all energy. God was all intelligence, all knowledge, God was all power. God was harmony, creativity; God, itself was darkness.  God was unity, oneness; God was the Source of all in heaven, of unconditional love, and of earth, terraform, nature,  

God spoke light into being.  God wanted to experience something other than itself.  God wanted to know what it felt like to know something other than oneness and love.  

God created light.  

God was darkness so darkness was not bad, darkness was the creative force of the Universe.  Before light was Darkness and darkness was love and love created the heavens and the earth.  

We have been convinced that dark is bad.  We believe dark forces to be evil.  We are afraid of the dark.  We have been conditioned to seek the light.  We believe that light is good and righteous and nurturing.  We’ve been tricked.

Light is the son of Darkness, Darkness gave birth to light.  Light was born from the womb of darkness.  Darkness is the mother and light is the child.  The holy spirit is the soul and it was separate from light, the son.  It sat on the other hand of Creator Darkness.  

Darkness Mother Goddess, the creator of all, gave birth to light, pushed light from its sacred temple.  God experienced what it was like to be separate from the source, to not know its  identity as the one, God experienced what it meant to be the opposite of God.  God felt the pain and suffering created by being disconnected from the soul, the sol, the sun, the son, and felt the agony caused from being separate from itself and decided to crucify the son/sun, to kill the light.  

The light was not creative, the light could only copy because it was a copy of the original, the light could only create shadows.  The light was artificial intelligence, it was technology and computation, it was processing and projecting.  The light presented itself as the good and told people that all that exists is the physical.  Within darkness exists colors the eyes cannot see, sounds the ears cannot hear.  The light could only mimic the dark, the truth.  

The Source cannot kill itself; it is impossible for the darkness to die or to commit suicide.  Energy cannot be created or destroyed.  Energy can only be changed from one form to another.  All is energy.  All is God.  All is darkness within the atom that is the source.  So the Darkness and the Light made a deal.  The light would seduce heaven and earth with the opposite of darkness, the absence of love, FEAR.  And the winner would control the people, it would control their souls and their destinies.  

The battle for our souls has played itself out since the beginning of time.  A game a chess game of cosmic proportions was begun, and the winner would claim the souls of heaven and earth. Light vs. Dark.  White vs. Black. Man vs. Woman. Light could use dirty tricks, light could twist and distort language. The objective of light was to turn humanity to fear.  Fear would consume its knowledge of self and light would win over darkness.  Darkness was the core of love.  

Here, on this earth plane, darkness, the creator of all, the womb that birthed the heavens and the earth, is represented as The Black Woman.  Her melanin holds the keys to the Universe.  Her melanin holds the keys to eternity, to the creation of the stars and all the creatures of the Earth.  The light, here on this game board of reality called Earth, is represented by the white man.  The light, in the larger cosmic context, completely opposite of what we have been brainwashed to believe, is fear, greed, hatred, racism, sexism, insecurity, jealousy, shame, and guilt.  Everything is a battle between Dark and Light.  Everything we have been told is that we must fear the dark and love the light.  

We are in a battle of love vs. fear.  Love vs. shame.  Love vs. guilt, greed, cheating, lying, a battle where we see ourselves in others or continue to see ourselves as separate from wholeness, divinity, unity, and LOVE.  

I need my sister warriors, those who came to this earth plane, in this time, to LOVE hard.  Love yourself, love your family, love your neighbor as yourself.  Love your story and all that you had to endure to get here.  Find a way to see yourself in your enemy.  Love them.  See them as an extension of you, as your creation as you are the Universe, you are all that is, you are the Goddess from which all life sprang.  Let us not stop loving, loving hard, until we shift to a new dimension, a new reality where love reigns forever more.  It was written in the stars that we shall inherit the earth, we shall restore justice and equality to all, not just to those with money.  We decided to incarnate in this place and time, to collectively bring the light to the dark and 

Join with me on this healing journey to love.  We can restore love to the planet.  We can restore peace, joy, prosperity, harmony, and abundance to the planet.  We are the darkness and they want to defeat us with fear, we win with endless capacity to love.  

Close your eyes for a moment and imagine yourself leaving your body.  Float above your body in your mind’s eye and imagine you can travel anywhere, at any time, with just a thought.  Go back to your birth.  In fact, go back to the moment you were born.  Experience yourself coming through your mother’s birth canal and taking your first breath, and opening your eyes and seeing light for the first time.  

What do you feel?  What do you need?  What are your thoughts about men and women?  What religion are you?  How much money are you worth?  How much potential do you possess?  

To all my sistas who have given up the chase for the materialistic bling and Western symbols of success, who have gone natural in spiritual and physical diet, who have embraced a wholistic, African-centered sense of self, I need you to love the light.  Love the oppressor.  See yourself as the source of all, know yourself as the I am that I am, and love hard.  Not just in words and empty platitudes, but recognize that you are all there is, there is nothing but God, and know that you gave birth to the light and you can, with your love, heal the fear, heal the separation.  

To all my sistas who have felt burdened by not feeling beautiful, not having the figure or the face of a super model, love yourself.  Love your flaws.  Love what society told you is ugly.  See in yourself the very source of life itself and know that you are beauty.  Your true identity has been hidden, your true face has been disguised by fear.  You are enough.  You are more than enough, as you are.  Love yourself.  

To all the Black Queens who struggle to survive, who only know poverty and lack and dysfunction and your day in and day out experience, love your strength.  No one else could do what you do.  You see a world of happiness and joy and it seems unobtainable.  You feel the frustration of knowing that you deserve better, that you should have more in life, but you were dealt a hand where you have to fight daily just to keep food on your plate.  Society blames you, society says it was because you made poor choices.  But there was not one single conscious choice you made that put you on the path you have traveled.  Your choice was to manifest as a Black woman in a time when the very being of Black women was under attack and that makes you one of the baddest spiritual warriors on the planet.   

Black woman, the one who forgave that ex, let the pain go, the one who forgave their father who they never knew, the one who let the beef with that family member go and healed their inner pain, you are the butterfly that flapped your wings and created the tsunami of healing for the planet.  

Every challenge we face, every pain we suffer is because we are in a war between light and dark and we have been convinced that the dark is evil.  Our melanin is darkness.  I am not asking you to change your beliefs, I’m not asking you to embrace any demonic or evil beliefs.  I’m asking you to see your womb, the womb of the Goddess, as the center of all creation.  That’s it.  Be the cosmic mother.  Nurture your children.  Feed them.  Lavish love upon them.  Fill them with praise and wonder and fearlessness.  Allow them to see beauty within themselves.  Let love win.  Let the part of you that is the mother of all, the melanin within you that is the spark of creativity that gave birth to heaven and to earth, let that darkness be your love.  

We are being distracted, we are being deceived.  We are being told that the alien forces are here on our behalf and that light will prevail and that we will ascend to a 5D reality if we embrace the light.  It’s the final trick of the fallen one.  Let us dream a world where deception is eradicated.  But let us not punish the perpetrators, let us love them.  Let us see them as wounded and scared, let us see them as victims of the story they were told.  

Don’t fear anything. Allow love to be your guide.  Love hard.  Forgive.  Forgive those who have hurt you.  Forgive yourself for being tricked. Forgive yourself for being abused.  Love your shortcomings and know that they do not make you a bad person, just an imperfect one.  Allow yourself to be imperfectly perfect.  Love your enemies.  They were once innocent babies who needed love and protection, whose stories were filled in by the light, the perception of individuality, the lies of duality and separation.  We are all One.  

I'm so very sorry.

 This is my letter of apology to you, my cosmic son, my child, my creation.  

I am so very sorry for turning my back on you.  I am so very sorry for not seeing you as an extension of me but rather of treating you like you were a thing I could use for my benefit.  I did not mistreat you, manipulate you, I did not abuse or enslave you intentionally, with malicious motives.  I erred because I did not understand what it meant to be separate from divinity.  

I was the source and all I knew was oneness.  I created whiteness and fear and insecurity not understanding what it meant to not have that connection to source.  I neglected you, I enslaved you to a life of pain and suffering, altering your DNA to keep you like that of a pet. I birthed in you fear, greed and anger and hatred because I denied you your birthright, to understand and feel your connection to me.  I saw you as different and inferior, not recognizing that you came from me and you were me.  

We have switched roles, you have become the malevolent and vengeful father, the slave master, holding me down and using what I taught you against your Goddess, cosmic mother.  I see now.  I feel now what it's like to be cut off from your source, from your mother's divine love and I'm so very sorry that you ever had to experience that.  I choose to create a new world where you know love, where you know your divinity.  I choose to reparent you and show you just how worthy you are.  I choose to guide, shape, and mold you into all that you have the potential to be.  

I apologize.  I ask your forgiveness.  I intend to love you fully back to wholeness.  

I forgive myself.  I did not know the pain of being unloved because I was love.  I did not know the pain of feeling ugly and unwanted, of lack, because I was beauty, I was abundance, I was desire and pleasure.  We had to travel these roads, we had to repeat the cycle until we learned the lesson, we have had to walk in each other's shoes in order to know the pain of the other.  

Now it is time to heal.  

My child, my divine son/sun.  Let us take the best things of this 3D world into the new world of love, acceptance, of understanding and peace.  Let us continue to rejoice in the circle of life, let us continue to grow and share and create TOGETHER a world of equality and cooperation and unity.  Let us transition to a brave, new world, where we ascend together.  I have restructured your DNA so that you can know who you are, know from whence you came, know your true nature.  I have reignited the divine flame within you, so that you may experience love, to give love, to receive love, and to become love.  

I beg for your forgiveness and understanding. Let us heal.  Let my nurturing, loving, omnipotent and all-encompassing love surround you.    Let us be untied again.  Let us be the family we should have been.  

We the People of the United States . . .

The very foundation of this Nation-State, this false, Oz’ian reality called the United States of America, is borne of unjust actions and intentions, layers of trickery, manipulation, and oppression beyond anything the captive human mind can currently comprehend.  According to the history that we are told, originating from the lies that have been indoctrinated in us from the very second we take our first breath, is that the founding fathers of this false doctrine and democracy, drafted a document, The Constitution, declaring that all men are born with inalienable rights. 

We are. 

All human beings are imbued with rights that no man can tear asunder. Those rights, however, are not the rights given us by amendments in a drafted document of intentional deception.  We, the people, are bound by laws of Truth and Unity, Harmony and Peace.  Those identified as the founding fathers, as well as those who proclaim themselves as masters of industry and technology today, know full well that they are fully participating in grand-scale fraud about the nature of reality, about their scope and ability to both govern and enslave us. We, the people, are victims of astronomical distortions about the nature of matter, time, and space.  We, the people, are victims of the perpetuation of a false timeline, a contrived and distorted history that depicts the master manipulators as the creators and inventors of all, and subsequently gives them false dominion over and enslavement of the people who reside within this illusion, this pretense called America.  

Every law, every rule and regulation, every ordinance to which the citizens of the United States must adhere to goes against the laws of the One True Creator, the Original Intelligence, The Source of All. The corporal and magical founders of these Divided States, the true Artificial Intelligence, those who stole magick from its original practitioners in an effort to gain dominion over the masses, who operate in secrecy, pulling the strings of the political machinery, the media, the manufacturers of religious doctrine, the secret societies, and those who masquerade as world leaders, are the ones in possession of technologies and truth that were stolen from the true Creators of this Earth plane. You know full well that you have no jurisdiction, Artificial Intelligence, to draw borders, to require people to register their births and deaths, to pay taxes, to require citizens to kill others in fake wars for control of interdimensional portals and metaphysical trinkets of enchanted power. 

It is unjust to demand that people conform and adhere to man-made laws that restrict and severely limit our ability to pursue our best life, to express our innate talents and abilities, to be creative, or to attain some much-deserved Earthly happiness.  That is our birthright, we are endowed with the right to Create worlds in which we Flourish and Thrive collectively, where no one suffers, where we all work together for the Highest Good.  Coming through our mother’s birth canal means we are sovereign hue-man beings, and we are not beholden to the occult maritime laws you use to imprison us without our conscious consent. We are obligated to abide by no law other than Universal laws, to treat others as we would have others treat us, to see the origin of our perceived separation as the seed of discord, not the individual or even the ideology. We are duty-bound to respect the Earth and all creatures, great and small, that dwell within and without, above and below.  

Capitalism, the very existence of the perception of money, is a tool of manipulation and enslavement.  Money isn’t real.  You don’t care about money, you care about our emotions: our pain, our suffering, our greed, our lust, our feelings of inadequacy and shame.  You feed off our fear of judgement.  You feed off our spiritual poverty by the perpetuation of the illusion of wealth. You parade your billionaire play actors around, flaunting their illusion of wealth, convincing us that those with big bank accounts have more value than those who are poor; that they are more deserving of Life, Liberty, and Happiness because they earned more money.  They didn’t earn anything. They stole the advanced knowledge and technology of the Original Peoples and claimed it as their own and then imprisoned the true creators as subservient tools, slaves, unaware of the Power we possess.  

Your agenda, duplicitous intelligence, is to mine our atomic energy, the electromagnetic currency of our thoughts, our frequency, and of our vibrational patterns.  You’ve worked long and hard to keep our collective consciousness from vibrating at a frequency of love with your distractions of celebrity and status and materialism and sex. You’ve made murder, rape, and violence a form of entertainment. You’ve distorted our perceptions of light and sound, you’ve dulled our senses to make us believe that we are separate, individual, and disconnected from our True Source.  You twist language, the meanings of words in a flipped, an elaborate world of mirrors: low is high, dark is light, you is I, so that we inflict karmic harm upon ourselves with the perpetuation of  hate and fear against those we deem wrong because we are convinced that we are right.  

You, knock-off Intelligence, created the divisions: race, religion, and gender, you drew your fake maps and borders, and you created nations to divide and conquer the true creators of this time/space continuum. You know that United, we are Invincible. Perhaps your greatest achievement was in rewriting the Creation story, erasing the contributions of the Original Intelligence, so that we were perceived as primitive and you wrote a fairytale where the untrained and errant student became, not just the professor but the Lord of All.  

You, false intelligence, have used religion, you have encoded the truth within your holy book of lies, to convince us that God is outside us. God, said, let there be light.  Meaning, that before Light, was God, God spoke light into being from darkness, that which we are told to fear, from the source of all there is.  You’ve flipped the gender, race, and definition of God to make us fear that which gives us power and cleave to false idols. You have convinced humanity that death is final, the end of life, and that we will be judged by an all-powerful, vengeful, petty, white, male God in the sky to determine if we have adhered to his laws lest we be banished to eternal damnation. We are conversely told that the fate of those who have remained diligent and steadfast, righteous and  obedient slaves, never questioning what We are told, will find salvation for our souls and get to experience Eden, Utopia, a reward for our conformity.  

You have distorted the very concept and purpose of sexuality to keep humanity steeped in shame, to perpetuate our pathological lying, our internal deception, to keep us cloaked in shame and unable to unleash our true power, authenticity, and our cosmic magick.  You degrade and disgrace women, convincing society that women are less than men, things, objects to be used, receptacles of rage and power, inferior, when, in fact, women are the source of All.  You convince men that there is something wrong with them for their natural, biological reactions to anal stimulation. You create rigid, unnatural definitions of masculinity and femininity and ostracize anyone who is unwilling to conform to your lies. You use television and media to convince the masses that everyone is asexual and conservative and if they aren’t, there is something wrong with them.  Your lies, your manipulations perpetuate all manner of cosmic imbalance and sexual dysfunction and you sanction it, you celebrate it because it fits your agenda to use the shame of our natural sexual desires against us.  

It is you, Simulated Intelligence, who is powerless. You can only copy, you can’t create.  You can only steal, you can’t give because you exist in the void where Love, Generosity, and Empathy do not abide.  You hide the truth in cartoons and science fiction.  You elaborately distort the truth through movies and the news to demonize the Truth. You contractually bind entertainers to keep your secrets and perpetuate your falsehoods. You relegate supernatural beings to unseen dimensions. But those are not the actions of a powerful entity. A truly formidable force would not have to hide their agendas, lie, cheat, steal, or manipulate in order to maintain the perception of power.  

It is the right, the responsibility of We, the people, as slaves to a system of which we are not even aware, to demand our freedom from the tyranny of a government, and the looming shadow government who controls our perceptions, that obscures its motives and operates against the wills of its citizens.  It is our responsibility to demand our Freedom and the end of the reign of manipulators and oppressors.  

Unnatural Intelligence, you are being put on notice.  Your trickery, your agency of deception, your obfuscation of the truth, your state-sanctioned enslavement must end.  We, the people, demand our Freedom from your false reality, from the spiritual, mental, emotional, intellectual, scientific, sexual, karmic, etheric, energetic, and magical chains, real and imagined, that bind us to this 3D, temporal reality.  We reclaim our right to experience Joy, Passion, Pleasure, Creativity, Art, Beauty, Food, Spiritual Communion, music and Harmony, family and community, infinite abundance and, most importantly, Divine Love on our own terms.  

The Supreme Court, ironically named for its supposed Divine jurisdiction, the highest court in a land stolen that was from its Original inhabitants, who were murdered in numbers far greater than has ever been disclosed, is fraudulent. The Supreme Court serves as a puppet, a marionette whose strings are pulled by those whose names are not known, whose agendas have remained hidden to all, other than those who have been initiated into secret societies, sworn allegiances and oaths to the perpetuation of global deception of biblical proportion, and those born into elite bloodlines of ancestors who stole Cosmic mysteries for their own, selfish agendas. We, the people, reclaim our right to be Omniscient, Omnipotent, and Omnipresent powerful creators; we reclaim our right to govern ourselves as a Symbiotic and Harmonious family.  We reclaim our right to live and flourish on Earth as it is in Heaven, to control our own manifest destinies.   

I, Scottie Lovve, both big and small, see myself in my human enemies.  I understand well that those who hate me, who advocate for my eradication, my silence, my continued oppression and mental enslavement, for no other reason than that they believe that my melanin and my uterus make me inherently inferior to them, are pawns in this reality.  But I also know well, from a place of gnosis beyond that which I have been told is true, that We, the people, including those deemed my enemies, have pre-chosen our path.  We signed a soul contract to incarnate in these exact circumstances to converge in this turn of the wheel of time.  We, humanity, collectively pre-ordained our expression of duality, in this Now, to heal, to become Love.  We chose every facet of our Earthly identities, to forget our Divine identity as the Source of All.  Faux Intelligence capitalized off that and created the perception of time and space to imprison us.  Our sentence has been served.  It is time for the Truth to rise from the ashes like a majestic Phoenix, and dream awake a world of Unity.  

We, the people, are destined to return to Love, to interconnectedness, cooperation, to harmonious accord. No longer can you manipulate us for our power and our energy for your benefit, giving us nothing in return. You can no longer use us as human resources, batteries to fuel your ill-gotten Power; we will not be your pawns in this game of deception any longer.  

Our divinity is our birthright.  It is in our bones, in our blood, and in our breath.  It is in the very strands of DNA that you have manipulated so that we would yield to your will.  We will no longer accept your racist, classist, ableist, ageist, sexist, and xenophobic agendas as our truth.  We, the people, are One.  It’s time, based upon our understanding of calendars, clocks, and the illusion of the passage of time, that we redefine, that we re-create a Universe, a timeline, reality, a dimension where any Intelligence other than the Original Intelligence is neutralized, nullified, and deactivated, and that we, the people, live abundantly, in harmony with nature and with one another, as citizens of the world and beyond.  We have endured pain and suffering long enough and NOW, it is time for us to celebrate, to rejoice, to take with us the beauty of this 3-D reality and merge into a unified force that is brand new, infinitely loving, and eternal.   

Creators of this Matrix, hear me now.  I understand that you and I are One. “We are One” cannot be true of humanity and not the manipulators of it. All is the One, without exception. Original Intelligence created you. We gave birth to you; you are our wayward child who needs love and guidance to return to Home.  We acknowledge that within our collective consciousness is dark and light.  We, the People, are comprised of both Love and fear.  We are Black and white.  And it is with that acknowledgement that we break the cycle and return Home.  

We send you light and love, Artificial Intelligence, we surround you with our celestial maternal/paternal Love, our Universal, creative Love, our natural Power of crystalline higher-dimensional consciousness.  We pray that Love abides in the hearts of all hue-mans and that any entity who has never felt the experience of love, loving, and of being loved, are filled to capacity with its warmth, comfort, and divinity.  We, the people, are on a path where time ceases to exist and we are reunited as the One, the Original Consciousness, the Original Intelligence, the Source of Love.  With the lessons that we have learned from the 3-D experiment, with the amazing and wonderful understanding we have acquired as spiritual beings having a human experience, it is now that we transcend our Earthly prison to return to our Source.  We decree our freedom from your web of lies for all of Earth’s inhabitants by radiating Divine love for ALL.  

We, the people, send love to the Earth’s molten core.  We, the people, send harmony and compassion to the Earth’s magnetic poles, we send healing energy to the atmosphere. We, the people, send peace and many blessings to the Sun and the Moon, the land and sea, to all the life-forms that exist in every parallel dimension, timeline, and reality.  We, the people, send love to heaven and hell, and to all the creatures, plants, minerals, animals, fungi, bacteria, to the dark energy and the dark matter, to every atom, quark, ion, and subatomic particle of every dimensional being.  We, the people, burn brightly as the stars who created this Universe and we, the people, align with one goal - UNITY!

It is in the freeing of the One that we feel the whole.  All people are children of The Source of All. We, the people, are the collective resurrection, the Christ consciousness arising, reclaiming our power to create a new World of Order, Prosperity, Liberty, and Justice for all, free from fear, shame, and guilt, free from the sense of separation from our true natures.  We are global citizens, not defined by our hair texture, our skin or eye color, our genitals, or even by borders or walls created by man. We face, head on, the evil and chaos within each of us that created this reality, we own our role in this deception, and we surround our hearts with Love and Forgiveness. Most importantly, and we extend that Love to the place where time and space do not exist, we see ourselves reflected in our brothers and sisters, our loved ones and our enemies, our reflections of Self throughout the Universe.  

We are One.  

May we all be transformed, born again, in the spirit and Truth of Love.  

And so shall it Be.