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Yes another year of celebrating “veganism”… another chance to meet other liked-mind individuals. “Well so I thought”, but I will not get into that just yet.  As always this year the food was delicious to sample.  Some of the treats were of familiarity from visitation to the local health food stores, while one and two were new products that caused an awaken of new bodes on the tongue and left a sense of satisfaction of a very pleasing taste. Visiting the festival is like a family reunion, it’s a must for Vegan families living in the Greater London area. The space was very accommodating, with a wide ranges of activities to peak the interest. Also attending were a wide range of people at this year event. Some were tall some were not, some were fat some were slim, the young and the old all seeking and gaining a sense of belonging to a family of oneness. 

It was a nice Sunday at the Kensington Town Hall; people were at gather on the steps basking in the beautiful day, enjoying her sunrays.  My wife, daughter and myself arrived, found a parking space, which I thought was an available spot, but to my horrors the car was given a ticket of £50. When you don’t live in London or not from the UK, the signs are so many and the meanings are unclear if you don’t know the associate clauses of errors.  Still that did not damper the spirit of festival no way, I left the ticket on the car after retrieving my water bottle and went back to the festival.

Earlier, when we arrived, my wife went to the bathroom so my little one and I went to stroll around the area of merchants. Heading to the upstairs section of the festival my daughter and I stopped at the stage where the projector screen was then blank. I was told some images on veganism and vegetarianism issues were showed earlier. Soon after I got a call on my mobile, it was my wife, “Where are you?” “On the stage” I replied. “Oh I see you both”. She came, soon after I gave my camera to my four year-old daughter and told her to take lots of photos, then I decided to just stay seated on the stage as to do some people watching as they do their vegan social interactions. 

Truly, it was a magnificent sight and I was not alone in this thought. In my head… some time after listening to the patterns of the sounds around me and the gathering of my thoughts, the words began to formulate in my head on what I will write today. Suddenly, a woman came about inches to me. Cheek to cheek we were, her voice said, “let me see what you are seeing”. In replied, I shared the visions of my sights… the many people, the children all in joy…. She said yes oneness.

Funny… I said under this oneness lays the struggle. She said no… there are no struggles. Again I replied, your mother struggled to push you out into the light thus life is a struggle. It was then we exchanged names. Hers was Venus. In her departure for a presentation she asked if I know of Ama. I said yes she is my daughter. A bit surprised she asked do I know what ‘Ama’ means, we both said Mother together. Leaving then returning. Venus gave me a leaflet of ‘Amma’ visits to the UK.  Again I sat alone watching the people as they moved from merchants to merchants bumping into each other, stopping to have polite conversations. Yes it was an awe-inspiring sense of togetherness.

So much so this sight was an inspiration that I decided to head back to the car for my note pad, on my way back near the main entrance, I was stopped by a man, he identified himself as an associate of the London Vegans hosting the event and he would like to take a photo of me. Smiling I asked why and I was told because I looked cool and he would put it on their web site about the event. It was in love so I did not mind. He took his needed image and I continued on to get my note pad.

Returning back inside as I strolled around, I would pause for some notations of my thoughts and sights as well as the words from people lips. Of course one cannot resist the desire to shop and I was no different. So I got some “Vegideli” chicken style soya products. In order to get a discount on the quantity I bought, the merchant asked me to sing…hehehehehehehe. Yes I did sing and happily we both parted with a smile and happiness of the shared moment.

As I continue on my stroll, I came to another merchant who was selling a type of pastry. The slogan “let food be thy medicine” Hmm… I thought… something to hit the sweet tooth… yeah.  The first contact with the merchant at this stall caused a change of togetherness. In seeing my note pad he stated that he should charge me for writing about his products, because nowhere else anybody got his type of products. Dismissing me he said what I wanted to know I should ask his agent and pointed to a woman to his left.

As he stepped out of the scene, I asked the Goddess about the products, while speaking to me about a chocolate carrot cake she was interrupted by the insulting figure, the merchant. The man stated she should leave me alone and deal with the people who were spending money. Yes even a blind man would feel the dishonour of his action. So I stated no, he should not be like that.  He then started to squabble about his stall was hard work, he got to pay to be here and I didn’t respect him for if I was to buy anything I would do so already. Sensing the demon side of a human, I left. I continued on my journey with a bitter taste in my mouth. So I stopped to buy a bar of “Plamil” dairy free chocolate with hazelnuts.

Later, as I sat back on the stage, I began to enjoy my dairy free chocolate bar.  My daughter came running to me, showing me all the vegan buttons and stuff toys she had bought with her spending money. She was very happy, telling me of her encounters and the pictures she took. Again she departed, as I watched her leave, I was with joy for this is what it is about, teaching the next generation about a vegan society so they can continue with a stronger sense of healing.  When my daughter returned, I borrowed the camera from her and began to take series of photographs inside and outside.

On my way back inside, I noticed my family was near the stall of the insulting merchant. I took two photos. The flash went off and I was noticed thus an unpleasant mood and tone were shared, of how he {the merchant} would not come to my home to take picture without permission and that he was a Grenadian. I stated “look where you are”. For in light of the situation this was an event catering to the public and everywhere was someone taking pictures of the event. In expressing myself I was told to go way as if I didn’t exist, a fellow merchant even joined in, not knowing the detail of the stress but adding his bias opinion.

In my departing I asked a lady sitting at the entrance table to point me to the person who was in charge of the event. I dully and politely expressed my dismay, my dissatisfactions and dishonour of the encounter with the merchant in question to the womb-man in charge (A Goddess). As I was pointing out to whom my woe was caused by, the merchant with his bias opinion spoke aloud that she should get me out of here. Stepping aside, I further let her know the situation of my encounter. As well as telling her, such food the merchant sold I would not be able to eat due to the ill vibrations. And to me that type of meal would not cause healing.

In our modern society most consider a vegan to be a passive tree lover, a tofu-eating hippy that will run away when confronted with the reality of stupidity. Well I am not the typical vegan and when ignorant shines especially directly on me I will not turn the blind eye. A factor of history one must never forget when the errors of human’s action are not checked then a repeating action of error will continue. Often times, only through the struggles of awareness can true healing begin to correct these errors. And sometimes only through conflicting issues we may gain some resolution of resolves.

In our global society today our academic institutions have a program of higher learning in association with Socrates, the known greek philosopher of the ancient world. This program along with others are for the continue stimulations of the best of the best of scholars striving for wisdom and knowledge as to aid humanity in her growth of oneness. Nevertheless, a funny but important aspect of Socrates life seems to be forgotten by scholars. Socrates was a strict vegan, so much so, that in a state of conflicts he chose not to wear the issued gear of leather sandals giving to the troops in their conflicts with their neighbours.

Due to Socrates strength of will, by not conforming to the norms of the land, Socrates was sentenced to death by his fellow citizens.  In the festival of life there are many with the desire to silent those speaking or questioning the patterns of errors. The healing area of humanity needs more than rubbing hands or directing energy at focal charka. In a state of high the pains are faded from view but once the euphoria is gone the evidence of chaos remind. Only when we are drastic for positive change… only then the resolution of harmony will engulf us in a state of oneness. 

Our world is in chaos and the driven force is economical greed, everybody wants to get rich for their ideas and dreams. We as vegan… please… let us not forget the reasons why we come together as vegans. For far too long our voices have not reached the mainstream of change. So to argue over sales and denying love is an act not becoming a vegan of “consciencement”.  Overall the 2006 London Vegan Festival was a moment of harmony.

Spirituality is Homosexuality this is facts… are you homosexual… I say No you are NOT, do you openly promotes homosexuality… I say No you do Not… So Please, Please, Please… change this pattern of error use the word Kaba or MerKaba… just to say the word create a field of energy around you…christmas is about the fornications of the beast… sex with animals and others like themselves

Advertising Influence: Disfigurements from ancient time to now this is not new, when a leader  start changing the pattern of errors, mass in discontent will disfigure their images after death and often time leave no trace of that person, the new European took this concept put it in movies and our children of today times doing what we a humans created

Culture is the Intelligent of a group of people and the source intelligent of humanity came from out of Africa, thus the cultural actions around the world are all and extension of intelligent that came out of Africa... thus there is no different when we all take the time to look deep into our self and see the person next to us is just the same…. a human... a being that will cry when sad and laugh when happy

I like to show fellow humans that we are all one people of the human race living on Mother Earth, Many people, many too think that they are so Different from the rest of the world but that's a sad thought, our roots as humans came from one source, out of Africa

Prologue: First and foremost… the role of religion is evil all of them no exceptions. Religion is base on a system of belief… ergo, the death of the intellect of brain is suffocated to the point of control chaos. Culture is the intellect of a group of people, our arts, our languages and who we are as well as where we came from as beings.

The defining point of cultural is the particulars of preference… what is like or dislikes… prejudices and judgments on what is appeasing to the senses. Identity… a given title of knowing or association… yes that simple. How does these factor into the equations of life and reality… well simple the elites also know of these patterns of thoughts, because they used their economy to send armies to ancient lands to gain these insight… later the elite in power dictates how the usage of religion will be used to control the human herd.

So our given identity is one of control, our name our words are used against us… so see this and wise not to be wise, others just don’t care they are happy in ignorance it’s their bliss. While the few like yourself are seeking to make changes to the patterns of imposed identities.

In concluding, thus human... Hue Man culture is base on the achieved intelligent from beginning to now, the denying factors is the elites fearing the lost of wealth so they seek to hide the truth of humanity all came from a full-black Womb-man P.S. An Error of release… no culture is not behavior, for many other aspect of life have a pattern of behavior but no culture.

While I was working on 28 recent poetry music outfomercial videos, I first hear the above topics on Genesis Radio which is a powerful local information and music formatted frequency broadcasting on the 91.6 FM dial, as well as the internet. The presenter asking opinions from the public his name is Grim, while he repeated the question I stopped my other creative process to write these words: It has been reedited to fit the continue cultural dialogue I have been maintaining with DJ X one of the presenter for the Genesis Radio program.

“First and foremost… the role of religion is evil all of them no exceptions.

Religion is base on a system of belief… ergo, the death of the intellect of the brain as it suffocated to the point of control chaos. Culture is the intellect of a group of people, our arts, and our languages likewise who we are and where we came from as beings living in a collective community we called society, thus the patterns of our behaviours becomes the cultural identity of civilization. The defining point of cultural identity is the particulars of preference… what is like or dislikes… prejudices and judgments on what is appeasing to the senses. In basic sense, identity… is a given title of knowing or association… yes that simple. A child is born without a thought of religion, identity or cultural.

How does these factor into the equations of modern life and reality… well simple our modern elite power structure of society also know of these patterns of thoughts, because they used their economy to send armies to ancient lands to gain these and further insight on population control. Later these elites in power dictates how the usage of religion will be used to control the human herd. As for the descendants of the Middle Passage, our given identity is one of control, while our true name and our words of truth are used against us… some may see this and seek to be wise meanwhile many will not to be wise, some just don’t care and others they are happy in an ignorant bliss because their given identities is base on religious doctrines. Still they are few seeking to make changes to the error patterns of imposed identities. For the root of human cultural thoughts is changes and adapting to new sense of awareness. Hue Man culture is base on the achieved intelligent from beginning to now, the denying factors is the elites fearing the lost of wealth so they seek to hide the truth of humanity which is we all came from a full-black Womb-man

Let us take a look back… far back before there was the any word named religion… humans still had a pattern of self awareness, a behavioural configuration that cause us to stood out from the other packs of animals. These patterns later became the rites and passage of womanhood and manhood into an age of family and beyond. The word religion was unknown however, the reverence of self as an encompassing part of life was accepted and can still be witness by modern eyes, once she or he take a deeper look into the artifacts of our ancestors.

As it is known by new European scholars mainly via the Huns/Germans, On the time period of Akhenaton aka Amenophis IV, in the Amarna period the religion of Aton caused and a social and cultural uproar so much so that a fix cultural identity base on monotheism was born. Conversely, Doctor JOHN HENRIK CLARKE, formally Professor Emeritus of African World History, Hunter College, CUNY, noted in his interview about “African Mind”. The concept of monotheism was long acknowledged by indigenous people of Afriuka and in delegating Divine chores lesser beings were charted as helpers of the one great figure of omnipotent, much like modern religion usage of saints as religious icons of identity and cultural reference toward a one god concept. The role of religion in creating/formation of cultural identity it seems is much like a gluing substance that holds the fabric of the metaphysical religious thoughts into the realm of the physical and social collective laws of the land.

Much of what we see today in terms of cultural identities is base on the mass media, the films the movies and the musical release of the new generations. And much like the patterns of the past these collective pipelines to the human brain is control by the elites of society. In new Europe… from  “The epoch of the Crusades” the concept and identity of the University was born, at first it was just a body… a group of individuals seeking similar path on information sharing using the borrowed/stolen hypothesizing structural formula as base for their education.

The ecumenical scientists sought solidarity and fraternity in the new orders of religious identity 

On issue of mixing, a misnomer about not mixing “male seed”, this is from the ego of so-called Jewish society who had a foothold in the roots of Jamaica. Jamaicans do not need a visa to enter Israel, We are exempt…. because the identity of Israel/modern Jews were first recognized and accepted in Jamaica, in thought, the Jamaicans at the time was mostly new Europeans who had migrated from Europe and elsewhere. Full black people were still slaves when this acceptance and recognition was granted. However, the religious doctrines did passed on to the slaves, and in the moment of enlightenment after Marcus M. Garvey visited Edward Wilmot Blyden in St. Croix, he came back to Jamaica speaking about the “Kings of Kings and looking to the East”. This was the foundation for the 12 tribes movement in Jamaica, which was a mixture/fusions of Jewish, Christians, Catholicism and Islam… that gave birth to Rastafari in homage of the ruler of Ethiopia.

Ok back to the mixing seed issue, what seed does men have? None whatsoever.

Womb-man carries the seed and the water…. Her eggs are the seeds of life and on each 28th days of her life her body flush out and replaces those old seeds with a new cycle of seeds, her embryonic fluid is the water, that’s why when near the point of giving birth you will hear the saying “Her Water has Broken” Men have no seed to give… but due to religious ego the term our seed been imposed on the Womb-man as control of her birth-cycle and ownership of the child/children.  This same religious ego is place on marriage and naming of the child, Modern society all over when we get marry the Womb-man takes on the “men” family name and this is passed on to the child/children

Any doubt, check out the nature of plants, the reproductive cycles of plant, female plants carries the seed and fertilized it, fruits only comes from female plants and from the fruits we get the next generations of seeds for new trees.

Please, Please, Please Stop this Madness of Men carrying the Seed… The Only seed we as men carry is the ones we buy at the stores and them plant into the womb of Mother Earth.

Divine Sovereign Great Negro: -Ank Justice SteadySpear:-EI©™

“Justifiable homicide is legal murder of another being by legal criminals, Clarification must come through experience and growth in building ones associated memories, Conscious ignorant shovel codes of psychopathic ritual for commercial gains”

Age of Consent… The Expression on the female from has had the mystic of repelling or attracting since the early dawn. As to when was the first dawn... no one really knows, but they can and will continue to speculate even after human kind evolve beyond the point of terrain living space. One thing is certain any directions of human blissful flight might descend or ascend there you will find the pleasure factor of human living as one of the driving force behind the economy.

The human natural from in its nude has undergone expressions to the point of censorship, legal constitution and protection. At any level the expression of nude as Art will continue to be a debate for social living. In my institutionalization studies of Art I have had the pleasure and misfortune of witnessing negative and positive expression of human nudity.

Since I view Art as life and life as Art both with positive and negative expression with consequences and lots of humor. I have come to the acceptance of my pleasure thoughts concerning human nudity and now desire to share them with you for a cost of course, because all these lovely ladies must be paid.

For those of Orthodox presumption closing your eyes or do not log on and if that does not work, then never look at yourself in the nude again.

To the child in learning confusing
Seeking the key for knowledge and growth

Did you know this saying, "once a man and twice a child"…
Being a child nothing matters but play and food

But as we get older we forget how to live thus becoming fools
Did you know that children will interact with each other
socially at a faster rate than the so-called adult with faith and belief

Truly, nothing is new under the sun life is an Illusion while many having fun. On my dialog… the only thing to say further is to be a child again… do some research on human living and Art.

The beauty of adding a little more curiosity to spark the childhood patterns of repetitions and love.

The choice of words expressed may not gives others foresights due limitation on their associated memories.

Slumber sleeping some waiting for the man to come with his gun Watch them slay them fools on the run the system control the fun Awaken with their eyes close I suppose as the shadows goes cold Somewhere inside I hear a cry a child is lost because of pride The game that sting some welcome the mortal fling As the Queen sing producing more drones of everything
A whisper a drop of tear some to say you care…
Yes for you my dear a will I must snare

A reply;
So........what?? BTW, your theories are much more complex than your name, or is it just difficult names of theories you use to scare people.....-:).

Part 2
The explanation of name then I am nothing if you so wish to call me it's meaningless only to those attaching themselves to blindness Yes life is difficult it's even more difficult when dogma of faith looting shooting and committing vile act of destruction in the name of awareness on the code of human living and enlightenment To be scared is to have your fear exposed I have no fear what I do in the darkness is creativity of light The exposure often a dime light life continues poor humans in plights and the rich ones increasing their might

Then came the silent…

Do you think the Jamaica Sting stage show should continue next year? Or has violence tainted it and it should be shut down?

Animals of Humans
Continue of course, a bunch of fools should not be the reason for the podium of musical and creative self-expression to die. The impact would be a greater lost on the community than the few unfortunate individuals who go hurt in the following year. Who is responsible? Everyone have the shared responsibility to make it an atmosphere of historical beauty instead of catastrophe memories of discontent.

The Masters of Ceremony are the chefs, his or her ingredients of vocal seasoning is the prime gift in balancing the mood of the people. The loving supporters are just like the centaurs invited to Peirithous wedding. In the myth man's baser instincts is personifying. Our inherited beast like qualities rowdy, wild, savage, lustful and aggressive is also a fundamental aspect on who and what we are; which is animals of humans.

There is great beauty in recognizing and accepting our prime qualities. Yes often it will cause the tendency of violence but one must also remember without violence there is no life. The fire that sparked human's actions is the same fire that's causing Mother Earth to move, the random selection process of life and death will continue.

When it comes to matters of faith… for the seekers of question my answer is no… "I do not believe", I strive on the path of knowing.
Believing is closing ones eyes to facts, if each one study the facts their prospective would be enlighten in "over-standing" the matters concerning life.

In doing so the individual approach toward their fellow human beings would be of balance accepting of love and not the continuing state of conflicts, wars, destruction and manipulations of wills. The system of believing is a system of controlling by the wealthy classes of society.

In acknowledgement, the patterns of the past the words of our Ancient Sages reflected a system of "Know Thyself". The privileges in desire for control changed this pattern of knowing to I believe instead of We Know

As I lay in bed I ponder about the coming dream, my eyes close a path stream somewhere every one knows, yet they forgot… dew to time I suppose. Sometime life cause mortals to lay down

As I lay I see the dream it about life and death, siblings have fun, nowhere was a sight of gun, through the dream the scenes...

Where very real, the sight, the touch, the smells, suddenly I heard the ringing of the bells, I was back in hell…. someone was at my door.

    We humans are born creatures from the light, pure and untainted until the factor of speech becomes the dominant patter of our daily association and memory enhancement. In the year of their lord 2004, it has been three years since living in the Netherlands. I must state with absolute certainty to learn this spoken pattern of phonic would be an insult to my ancestors as well as causing a lost in my humanity. Some may argue on the grounds of intelligent and cultural growth it is always wiser to learn more knowledge. In a small part I might agree with that, however, some knowledge in life, expressing darkness in personality is best left alone.

This is especial consistent in the case of the Dutch's whose apparent windfall of negative karma on the rest of humanity is my junction for prejudice and contempt. I encounter daily in an atmospheres of over-taxing and social fascism the bitter taste of stupidity on human's identity associated with the Dutch mentally and greed for prosperity. As so-called homo intelligent beings our choices of clarity on rights and wrongs are govern by profit.

With their penal system of denial the profit margin on errors of accountable against the Dutch is staggering. Happily, I must contest; I am not the only one with this similarity on noticeable facts of apartheid reality dealing with liberty for other nationalities who have greatly being wronged by this spoken pattern of phonic

Lets Look Back… To Move Forward... Once when I was a little boy, while waiting for the bus a group of "Rastafaris" passed by and my grandmother asked my brother this question… would you be a Rasta, my brother stated no. Upon asked the same question, I responded quickly and sharply yes, my grandmother immediately said to me, you where not going to amount to anything in life.

Looking back at that day I find humor in the pose, for the doctrine of that identity had not yet being a subject of my brainstorming. It was in later year that I would “overstand” the meaning of that that day as well as grasped the fullness of what is religious ideology.

A human can interpret the "none" movement of a stone and there will be a multitude of other humans readily seeking to follow. Some may ponder long and hard about their decision before becoming new members, while others may claim an epiphany of seeing beyond the stone.

Like all Identity it's a giving, the hard part about living is the choosing from the many that are giving. I see the human form before the identity words, thus there is no need to add illusions to my inner being of form.

For the living souls, in remembering those whom were our own. September eleven, two thousands and two, this is a date of which most will remember for the rest of their life. For me it was a most painful day.

I felt an in balance in vibration of life, but did not know someone very close to me would lose their life. A friend, a brother, my cousin, his name Michael A. Parkes, a departing visitor of Mother Earth.

I missed you my friend, stay smiling wherever you may be
And I will see you when I see, I will get there when I can.

The blame of his death is not terrorist in the middle East
But terrorist leaders like George Bush, Tony Blair and the sort. These fools in their thirst to shape the planet in their mold is causing crime against humanity as well as our natural environment of life

No need to be sorry, that's one of the reasons for misunderstanding, there is so much unnecessary usage of words and intents.

After reading, and there is a thought which is not clear, the better option in living is, you might want to try reading over after few days. For some it may take years to obtain clarity

The next time, maybe as you read you may perceive a more over-standing on the exhibitions of words. Thus, allowing clarity of thought with aging

Too often a quick fix is some human's adoption, by vocalizing there ignorance in saying, sorry without fully analyzing the presented facts of exposition of words thought ideas.

Extending after the sorry is "I don't understand, would you be clearer". The impotent standard of thoughts is quite challenging to relate to. A blissful simplification of higher academic is too complex for most modern neophytes.

Due to poverty I am suffering poor health, with wisdom I shall leave behind wealth. I remember when the Goddess of the airwave launched her Media telecast. At the time I was fresh, it was my first year after running away from abusive mentality in living from Jamaica.

The medias sensations were everywhere, there were many stories but the one that stick in my head was the duration of book reports supervised by Oprah's father. I thought to myself I should do the same to my daughter... when I have one.

Now the reality is in truth, my little one Ama is the joy of my life and so far she has an appealing love of books.

Black the carbon of life while white the ignition of life. The human's prospective on the color of black & white is prejudice, the likes & dislikes of human egos in inflation. It's a clear-cut matter on the spectrum of sight and light, in our dog eat dog world.

The social ignorance of humans cast system is based on the have and the have not, the wealthy and the poor. Those with insufficient wealth will always lack prosperity, yet this goal of opulence living is obtainable through diligent, perseverance and self-aware as well as stimulations of personal ego.

In the science of self, human's manifestation actions towards societal manoeuvre abilities are available through corporate educations. In the absence of justice, prejudice of black & white flourishes, the commercial market for ignorance and hate is the acceptable norms and mores of humanity.

Or is it? Ta-merry, Alkebulan and now it is Africa. For the children of the middle passage it's the same all over, many are lost in an ocean of colonial identities.

The mark of the beast... in truth it is... but most have no associative memories of what beast in referral. The order of modern Christianity is the beast of biblical notations.

The Ancient humans of Biblios did not worshipped, they workship the representation of Mother Goddess until the age of the beast men in egos of spirituality.

As then... so now the continual identity of the "not free Mason" in drunkenness of power, their initiation of cycles of wars and chaos is a purposal intention to place the growth of humanity in global prospect of submissiveness through financial greed

Princess Diana, a happy then sad story with an unhappily ever after. Some women are born into the den of royalty, while other women are just born royal. Such was the case of Princess Diana of Wales. Her essence of life was greater than the preconditions roles of fakery, thus, an early expiration date was intuitive.

I am a Jamaican/American living in the Europe with my wife & daughter who are Chinese. My academic background lies in Art and Engineering. I am also a poet/photographer with appearances in Hong Kong, Serbia, Holland, Germany, Austria, UK and America.

My personal background lies in an array of Nationalities: African, Asians, Scottish and Israel. In the research discovery of self, I am able to best communicate the characteristics, which identify the potential for growth personality.

With this insight on person I am best able to foster a link that stimulate the interest of learning.

A human that does not believe in anything... none of the social preconditions of living, yet the fundamental aspect of this human's life is balancement of humanity. Through physical anthropology & mental psychology this human shares the interpretations of the senses the visions of madness. This play is in my head before I die I will write the script for it's the reality of my life. Due to poverty I am suffering poor in health, with wisdom I shall leave behind great wealth

I have come to the conclusion on what it is to be a Christian.

To truly be a Christian one must first love thy self as well as know thy self, without these fundamentals then the individual is practicing abuse upon self.

In being a true Christian my faith lies in the symbol of the Trinity... which is the Ankh. As a scholar of the ancient facts, revelation on the faith of Christian stemmed from the Ancient Egyptian/Kemetian and their reverence for life, even after death

Unfortunately, the fortitude of my ego was diluted by circumstances of poverty; thus, I had laid down my pen for means of exchange on a daily wage. Now I am living in the Netherlands where English is not the spoken language of choice, also I am a home dad to my two year old daughter, Ama. This isolated condition on my living situation has certainly cultivated a sense of maturity on my creative developments.

What can accord in three and a half minutes? A lot can, a revolution of thoughts can begin. Something new imprinting of the old, a twisted pattern of faith embracing the chaos of order, then after four minutes it becomes old again.

Three am in the morning the phone rang, a hoarse voice still asleep speaking aloud who the fuck could this be, it better be important. A deeper tone of authority came from the other end of the receiver... so Johnny... I heard you becoming a dreadlocks... a dirty Rastaman. You becoming worthless with no ambition as a man, without waiting for a reply... the voice continued, if this is true then I would cut you off for being rude. So you smoke that illegal stuff too, what we going to do with you, you getting crazy like the mad men of Belleview boy you better cut your hair if you know what's good for you.

The reply... excuse me are you done now, you're calling to cause a roar, speaking of being rude, the hour the time of my mood you wish to address my hair of how it's groomed. Years of independent from you I have asked not for a broom, now due to social family pride twisting your inside you release it with lashing to my side.

I let you speak without interrupting you now you will listen to my point of view if this is not ok then the phone will go click on you. So here is the news Rasta no I am not, dreadlocks that's a natural fact, for many years I have walked like you, a baldhead with colonial abuse, misuse and pollution of my hair because of social status of fear.

No longer do I welcome your tone to my ears... Daddy I love you and I know in your own way you care but never speak to me in a belittle tone about my hair.

I don't rob steal or commit any crimes. Sometimes burning some leaves may be viewed as a crime but I am willing to do my time for justice and freedom of choice for a natural aspect of life

These are the true criminals of Society

They manipulate Governments

As well as rape & kill the people of the World

They are in essence the Virus of Humanity

“Know thy self… and you will live true.” It’s a funny thing we humans have the labeling of identity. It’s a continual struggle of classification on an ideology of ego. Still each time during each era of human’s society on living, we as humans (the few in fear) enforced ignorance as justice in defining trepidation of living. What it is to be British?  For me it’s a simple answer, which is “By Deeds, Actions and Blood” or is it?  My ancestors fought and died in protecting many of the ideals on the charter manifestation of life, as it is known in the UK.

Today many of us may hear these words on vocal messaging… Afrobrits, Afro-Caribbean, Brit-Caribbean. Likewise, in commonly usage, we may hear many other colourful labels of vocal slang in representing our ethnic identity. Most recently, in the year 2006, hurled at me was black f…ucker as I became a victim of anti-social practice.

On an international perspectives, as I spoke to a representative of the RAF historical achieves department, I mentioned how funny it is for people in the UK to throw stones at my family with remarks to send me back to where I came from.  Yet my Grandfather; Roy Williams is a World War II Hero, who was also a POW in Germany. While in the RAF, he was a Leading Aircraft Man in the librations of freedom from the Third Reich.

In spite of this, due the ill begotten of wealth, many of us the children and grandchildren must endure the denial of prosperity simply because the immigration act of era dictated it to be. As the sovereignty of state creed who we are?  The reflective truth is, where we came from only matter at a point of denial on entry. Yet those individuals in esteem grace are having their historical lineages as astounding impacting broadcasting subject of “who do you think you are.” As a child growing up in Jamaica, I never really pondered on the notion of my birth and to whom I should express gratitude in the building of my DNA.

However, as an adult I started the quest on my roots and found, in a past era, my blood had also travelled from “Egypt” to the highlands and lowlands of Scotland as well as aided William of Orange to maintain his sovereignty on the state named United Kingdom. Now in a time of displacement of identity, we the forgotten members of the Elliott Clan are in a control displacement of who we are. Some say the Scots are descendants of Scota, an “Egyptian” Princess. We may know our bloodline but many of us are not granted the social security dictated by the rights and passage of our blood.

Instead, junctions of statutory instruments are used in enforcing an effort of policies on land controls, customs and transportations.  In a time gone by speaking in English was a sentence of death. Britain initial sociolinguistics challenges on languages stem from many influences. ‘Gaelic’, a Celtic language, then came early/old English, which is a ‘Germanic’ language. The Middle English, the language of poets and modern English came by way of the renaissance of languages in Europe, in the time of Shakespeare.

This is the influence of modern English thoughts and through the ‘Statute of Pleading’ English became the languages of our passion.  Conversely, helping to define the identity of British were The Angles, Saxons, the Jutes, Welsh, Irish, the French, the Vikings… Dutch & Danes, as well as India, Spain, Italy and Africa.

In our existing the advancing evolution of science shows humanity to be an origination out of “Africa”. In fact the first group of humans living in Europe was known as the Grimaldi and about 15,000 to 25,000 years ago they were living Negro (Negro was a word of honour reserved only for the Gods & Deities of ancient time). As a citizen of the World the wisdom of self lies deeper than a bestowing identity. The Grimaldis introduced to humanity a sense of advancement by way of the bow & arrow as well as knife & fork.

The national ego of being belonged to a specific group may hold communal values. In the ancient city of Ur (Modern day Iraq) humans first mastered the art of writing and it was the mystery system of learning in the epoch of “Egypt”, that commercialized human’s phonic of speech, which also spread throughout our known world. The value of education or the educated humans brought-out a constitutional personality in social interactions, even so under illegitimate guise the role of cultural diversity is ignored.

The red-cross symbolic icon of the Holy Roman Empire and the icon of St. George have been a strengthen emblem of the Union Jack and it’s widely known throughout the Globe as British. Those carrying this emblem share a value of togetherness thus the identity of the Commonwealth is also and identity of Britain. Sadly we have become the bastard children, a characteristic of flexibility with contingent compromises. Currently, being a sovereign national of Jamaica living in the UK, I am entitled to vote. Nonetheless, I have a sanction of no recourse for government funds, simply because my point of entry to the UK, after fours years of living in the Netherlands was with a US passport.

The current mental state of the UK is flowing towards a nationhood of ID cards holders. In hope of preventing the grand design of terror, a flashing card of data will be the insignia of what it is to be British. On the funny side of it, we the children of the “Middle Passage” have had a long history of ID cards. The marks of slavery dictate that we carry an id card at all time otherwise our chances of arrest increase. While the World is in denial on the heritage and ethnicity of blackness the psychological imprints is apprehension of belonging.

Many of the members of the BNP in their discourse and discontent of the political movement may see the terms of Globalizing and Multiculturalism as a point of hate rage. They are carrying a banner of discrimination yet many are Christians, without the roots of their being.  From the land of Kemet (Egypt), the order of Christ is to be anointed after great wisdom is achieved. So in the daily prays the word Amen is used to exclaim the most high and powerful Egyptian deity of 8,000 years ago, who so happened to be a black man by the name of Seti the Great. Much like the skinhead of the 70th stated their Britishness by emulating Jamaican shine-head/rude-boy, so too the paradox of British identity continues.

Few years back while I was attending an art university, as an above standard art student, I saw an elective program of study. It was a humanity class on Greek philosophy, with specified study on Socrates and the wisdom he shared as a man of knowledge. As a child, individuals who I have met always questioned me on self and the answer I produced always furnished with these two replies: “oh you're a philosopher” or “you are too wise for your age”.  Now I am a senior with heighten sensor of self, I am sharing with you the readers of these words a bit on the pattern of my past and the knowledge that was shared with me. The wisdom is not absolute for nothing in life is really at an absolute equilibrium.

Being who I am, I investigated the class and the teacher who was teaching it.

After this I approached the teacher upon the first day of class and told him that I would have strong dialectic disagreement on some of the topics covered in this curriculum of study. To my surprise, the teacher shared an understanding towards my feeling and said, I should come to the class anyway, check it out to see what it’s all about and then make up my “mind” whether or not I would like his approach in teaching. This I did… so now I will expound on the related topic of this word 'spirit' and wisdom that was shared with me from this study. All the years I have been living, I never thought much on the word 'spirit' until that day in philosophy class. I would have continue being ignorant to the lewd roots of the word 'spirit' had I seek to study another humanity elective course in the college.

On that day, the depth of students, teacher’s conversations seek to explore the concept of enlightenment in the ancient city-state named Athens. The wealth of the nation brought many joys to the citizen and the male hieratic bonding. In this episode the birth of the first Olympic was introduced of which modern athletes are a custom to the term ‘the spirit of sportsmanship’. Well back in those days in Athens, sport was a captivating activity only for the males/citizens of the kingdom. This hedonistic nudity was the norm of these events around 720 BCE and the champions were not only lavished with gifts but also got the attentions likewise sexual affections of the wealthy patrons. In these moments of intimacy the usage and roots of the word 'spirit' was born, for from the indulging carnality a sense of euphoria was produced, so much so that a reflected transcendent thought was widely accepted.

The practice was that having sex with one’s wife or a woman was considered to be fulfilling of one's appetite, but to reach a supernatural ecstasy of breath (living) one had to have sex with a male. Thus the word 'spiritus' was the catalyst in an orgy of rectum pleasure; so much so at one point in Athens a law was passed to enforce men to marry women because of low birth count on the land.  The escapades of the Germans in their ego for knowledge and wisdom brought about the current psychosis on the word 'spirit'. “The greatest mark of the Renaissance was the renewed interest in classical learning of Greek and Roman philosophies”.

The Italian renaissance spawned the German renaissance. The birth of Rome was an extension on the ideal of spiritus rectum pleasing of the Greek city-states. However, in what was the start of Rome, instead of passing laws to marry women, they the original Romans used treachery and deceptions to advance their ideologies of birth control by raping woman and men and briberies to keep their positions of a wealthy city state which later became an empire.

Now in the advancement of time, I see and hear many descendants of experienced brutality and slavery uttering the wording offspring on this word ‘spiritus’. Too often I get sad and depressed knowing the roots behind it, but it is hard explaining these facts to people, because they are lost in the system of madness and control of their souls. When the lie becomes the source of a truth how do you substitute? In philosophy class I was a lone figure, a unique and distinct voice that still standing alone.

While in that class, I shared with the teacher an important fact about the favorite philosopher of academic studies. After about 18 years of teaching the same subject, I was the first student to share with this teacher the data that Socrates was a vegan. I also pointed out to him that one of the charges Socrates was accused on and sentenced to death was due to his contempt on people teaching for a salary.

In later years, the dialogue of Dr John Henrik Clarke expressed this wisdom that Socrates not only studied in ancient Kemet/Egypt but also the word philosophy was created in Africa by Africans, these data was never taught in class. So you see many of the lies we are taught is to limit the truth of self. In ancient Kemet, the word that which was used in regards to the inner being was called MerKaba or Kaba. So in kind, after reading this message of sharing, start to change the pattern of your thoughts by omitting the vocabularies of lies and step towards your true self as divine beings of energy.

Affidavits of truth, have you ever looked up in the sky and said it looks like it is going to rain, then later it rains? Well have you ever said to yourself I got to be careful because it looks like the police will harass you and then it happens? Well this is what happened to me on the 7th of November 2008 at around 11 pm. I entered my car, started the engine to warm up the car as to get the frost off the glass. Suddenly I saw a car drove by me and pulled up on my neighbor’s driveway. A bearded man came out of the car. From the inside of my car I watched the incident. He spoke and then pointed to the high beam of my neighbor’s car. Upon driving off I saw it was a metropolitan police car. It was then I decided that I would rather walk than drive my car to the gas station. The taxing tag was expired on my car, so the risk of driving it would be too great of a financial burden and the walking was better for my legs.

Here I was walking in the cold to the gas station to buy my goods, my hands in my pockets as most would have. Along the way before the under-path I saw an avenue that I had never walked before so I decided to take this path to the BP gas station.  My walk was a smooth walk with no stress going. It was on my way back from the gas station that I encountered ignorant “humans”{Legal Criminals}seeking a profiling target to fulfill their quota. 

Hands in my jacket pockets as I left the avenue to cross Abbey Road, I noticed a car slowly driving up the Florence Road. As I reached the sidewalk the car pulled up beside of me, and a voice was uttered that I should stop and take my hands out of my pockets. My reply was, 'What for and do I look like a criminal?' The person in question stepped out of his car and replied back that I was walking from a known avenue of drug activities and he wished to search me. Of course anyone who is not a criminal would protest these antisocial manners that have become the norm of capital abuse on people’s civil liberty. I then asked what was the real reason of me being stopped and was it due to me being black with dreadlocks.

After stating my Sovereignty that I was the Citizen of the United States of America and a World traveler, the reply on that was, “It does not matter”.In my refusal to be searched I was placed on the hood of the police car with this legal criminal (badge number 40) holding my arms behind my back. He then made a request for other cars to come to his assistance. When the other cars arrived, two more legal criminals came out of their car and the one that was holding my arms at my back told them to hold my arms as he searched me. So here I am now, surrounded by seven legal criminals and I am feeling all violated and angry. They ran through my personal items, and of course no drugs or weapons were found.  In their query a request was uttered about my given name and I again protested that I would not give any details whatsoever, to help continue this illegal profiling.

For diplomatic condition, I stated to them that they may call me Steady. In further ignorance, as one of the legal criminals rambled through my money-bag, he noticed that I had two bank cards. So he now began to question why I had two credit cards. After a moment of silent, I then voiced back, 'Do those look like credit cards?  What now are you going to state that I steal these cards?  What…should I go to the machine to prove that they are mine?'  His line of questioning now was why the cards had two different names. Reluctantly, I then stated that one card belonged to a relative. So then the next questioning was which one was mine. Refusing to answer I stated I had already answered about the cards. One of the legal criminals who was holding my hands took the cards to question me further. 

I again stated I already answered that question and I would not be repeating myself. Adamantly voicing my discontent of the situation the legal criminals then told me to calm down and pointed to the hour of the time. I then stated I was calmly walking home had you all continued on your path there would be no need for me being in stress. In conversation the legal criminal that had my hands behind my back asked if I would like to see stated where on the path I had traveled that people used for drug activities and there were needles on the ground. I stated yes to his query but he did not honor his word. After the illegal searching a receipt was given to me. And after the questioning I noticed one of the police cars was the same one that had stopped in front of my neighbor’s driveway.

I mentioned the incident to the officer and his reply was, I did not see you but from what you said you were there. Additionally, he stated one of the suspects of drug activity in the area looked like me. In departing the legal criminal that had me on the hood of his car came up to me with a patronizing and insulting gesture as he told me to relax and show more love. Well now I am showing my love… the love of writing.Upon reaching home I attempted to report this crime as a mugging. After dialing the 999 numbers, I was placed in dialogue with a representative of the criminal network known as the police force. I spoke with a person ID number 099525 by the name of Khan who stated she was white{lesser-black}.

Empathy was shared. However, the voice at the other end of this phone call stated there were no perceptions of illegality by these reprehensive legal criminals in actions and I should complain to the MP about stop & search laws. She also said that for a mugging something had to be taken from me. Well the something was not physical in item but the inappropriate behavior did cause mental distress of my well-being, so much so that I did not sleep and I am still feeling this encountering abuse.

Because I also asked about her name “Khan”, she claimed that she could accuse me of profiling. Well the fact of the matter is, I caused no trauma her, I did not accuse her of any crimes or suspicions nor did I force her on a car with her hands behind her back because I wished to search her. On a psychology ploy, people drunk with power in the banner of criminality will always seek to flip their criminality on others. Also after checking my personal belongings I found that one of the bracelets that was on my right arm is now missing after being searched by the police.

{Edmund Burke 1729-1797}

“All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing”

Some 200 odd years have passed since this quote was written yet it is very, very much an relevance in our days of living. This war on so-called terror has been a farce by the powers that be. Now with the stop and search laws in effect, people like myself will only be the victims of predatoral ambassadors using the guise of legality to cover their criminality. As a citizen of the World I will not accept this, I know when my rights have been in violated and this event was such a case. The PACE code C was not observed, nor was the Standard Operating Procedure called GOWISELY. This was a blatant violation of my rights. 

Here are the names of two of these legal criminals - Stg Cole RY40 and Lofts RY144. In total there were 7 police officers on the scene with 5 stood out and 2 stayed in their car. In a questioning thought on me being a look-a-like drug dealer as one officer stated. The police knew this is a so-called drug area then why there is no CCTV to monitor this area, since it is so close to people's homes as well as the Abbey Wood train station? Also being that they know it is a so-called area of drug activities, why wait till residents are walking to conduct legal trade and commerce to illegally stop, question and search them?

I have been living in this area for almost four years now, and that night was the first time I have heard that the path I walked was a known drug area. In understanding the paradigm of what I went through, I have interviewed some of the local establishments of commerce located near the incident and the respond was quite shocking. I explained my situation and then asked the question, “Did you know that the area of Manorside Close and Abbey Wood Road is a drug area?" Nine out of ten people said no they had no idea. The employee of the Bairstoweves realtor, Your Move realtor and Abbey realtor did not know, nor did the local landmarked shop Smale & Son which has been in the neighborhood since 1850 with current owner working there for the last 40 years.

Abbey Wood Village Store had no idea, the staff at the local bakery also had no idea of any drug activities. More shocking was the report from the bakery and the local dry-cleaning service whom relatives had undergone similar situation and worst activities were done to them by the antisocial gang known as the police. (Would it not be in the best interest of the law and our community to stop all that activities saying that they know who are these so-called individuals with anti-social mannerism and exploitation?  I noticed there was a CCTV in place, however, it was not pointing in the direction of where the police claimed was a drug area.

To the best of my abilities all data in this Oath of Affidavits is in truth

What is the role of religion in the formation of cultural identity?

This is how crazy it is on the front line of the blackness of life

I am at home... working on ten more web pages of ten albums i did at

the start of this year 2006, the past few months i have been working non

stop, just put the number on all my stuff, well today i some how sense

it a bit odd, okay the wife came home, she did here thing... wash her

face settle down before telling me the news...

 As she was coming home... walking from the train station, going through

an underpass near our home, there were a group/a pack more like it. As

her story goes... she saw them tried to avoid them, but one grabbed her

arm asking for her number, they saw another woman on rollerblade and

leave my wife to go after that person.

So in my moment of honor, i seek to find out what is going on, when i

went with my wife and child to the area, i saw some animals called

humans, breaking into a car. The saw me and like wild beast they ran... they realizing that it only one person so they turned to attack with stones, I am now ducking avoiding being hit, ran for cover, then charged at them... they ran a few meters, i stopped and started heading back to my car, they again

start throwing stones and yelling

lets send this black f...ucker back where he come from, some stone hit the top of our car. Yes... i have reported the matter to the police and also I asked what amount of force can i use in defense when confronted again. Any was the answer..... so i wait for the demons to show. Walking through the jungle it take more than love to pass through..... so funny life is.