Fux the Pope. Embrace your “Satan.” Find your Power in Darkness

An open letter to Tone Def Woke Negroes who don't know how to Transform

It was all good a couple of weeks ago.

Then suddenly, the ghost of self-doubt showed up to evoke something in the heart of the insecure that is so grotesque, so horrifying, and so paralyzing to the human soul that we pretended that we don’t see the apparition exposing the invisible pain.

It’s revealed in the impulse to detach meaning and true substance from one’s life in the pursuit of empty representation within powerful, yet corrupt, institutions.

Do we desire a shallow appearance of power, or the cultivation of integrity and ability through applied will? The latter is at the core of a truly spiritual life.

Before we exorcise the demon of self-doubt through examination, let’s hop on this bullet train of thought. It’ll whisk us away 25 years into the past where a pivotal comprehension of our future awaits.

Back in the summer of 2000 I read a book called Lucifer Dethroned by William and Sharon Schnoebelen. The husband and wife were occultists who became Born Again Christians. William has given lectures and conducted interviews on what he perceives to be the fundamental evils of occultism. The book was deep when I was 21, but not exactly essential reading today.

The book is somewhat of a tell-all memoir about their personal experiences in the occult underground via Freemasonry, the O.T.O., the Choronzon Club, and several other societies with secrets within Western occultism. One of the major figures they wrote about—who definitely got my attention—was the enigmatic and eccentric, Aquarius. He’s an old white master mathematician who was supposedly initiated into Vodou in Haiti.

Aquarius says that he underwent rites of passage in Haiti before moving to Chicago, which is a U.S. city founded by the reportedly Haitian businessman, Jean Baptiste Pointe DuSable, who was Black (“Pointe DuSable” can be translated to mean “of the silent Black” so I question whether that was his actual name).

Jean Baptiste Pointe DuSable

The reason why I now say “reportedly” Haitian is because after looking deeper into DuSable’s story I could not find any verifiable proof that he had ANY connection to Haiti whatsoever. There is no definitive evidence that he had even been to Haiti, or had Haitian parents.

However he does appear to have lived in France before moving to New Orleans and then settling in Chicago where there is a substantial Haitian community to this day. DuSable was likely in France prior to the French Revolution of 1789 when the bleached out mulatto monarchies of old Europe were being deposed by a newly emerging order.

To say that DuSable—a FREE Black man—came to the Americas from France in the 1700s invites inconvenient questions for the authors of fake history. These forgers of deceit would have us think that EVERY 18th century Black man who spoke French was a Haitian who descended from slaves taken from modern day Benin, the Nago people of Nigeria, and the Kongo. This is NOT true. It is a lie. One of my Haitian homies gave me my first clue of a progressing lie concerning this trans continental trader when he informed me that he has never come across “DuSable” as a Haitian surname

Getting back to our central narrative, one of the passages in the book Lucifer Dethroned that blew my mind was the one where William Schnoebelen recounts what Aquarius told him about the spiritual science of Vodou:

“For Aquarius, Voodoo was not the primitive hybrid of African shamanism that people think. It was a sophisticated form of magickal mathematics and physics which supposedly originated on the lost continent of Atlantis” (p. 85)

The figure “Aquarius” that Schnoebelen is referring to in that quote is none other than former Anglican Church missionary and occult author, Michael Bertiaux, who wrote the Voudon Gnostic Workbook. Michael changed the name from “Vodun” to “Voudon” in an effort to metaphysically rebrand the African spiritual system as his own, which it essentially is, if you read his workbook with knowledge of authentic West African Vodun and Haitian Vodou.

Michael Bertiaux

With a discerning eye, you realize that at its core the book is Bertiaux’ own hip-hop freestyle, a conversation with his own consciousness that he is sharing with the reader. There’s nothing inherently wrong with this in my view because the African Vodun system is nothing short of an open-ended, Neolithic Age hip-hop culture that has its earthly roots in the animism of “lost” African civilizations. Still if your understanding of Vodou comes primarily from Bertiaux then you don’t know know anything about it.

Now you’re probably asking what does all of this have to do with Robert Francis Provost, who is now Pope Leo the 14th of the Roman Catholic Church. Devout Catholics have a special place in their hearts for the Virgin Mary. And like Mary, in the movie Sinners, the Pope is one of countless “white” Americans with Black ancestors who were able to pass for white. Public records indicate that Provost’s grandfather was a Black Haitian, but he does not acknowledge his Black ancestry.

Some Black people resent their own Blackness so much that they would gladly force it on Race Decepticons like Provost who tell the world that they don’t want to claim it after getting that big job promotion.

If I tell you that I don’t want your precious home-cooked meal, and you try to force me to eat it, is your cooking good? Maybe it’s excellent, but do you believe that it is? Your evaluation of what you create is very important. Even more important is your evaluation of what you intrinsically are.

For a whole week I’ve had to hear woke Negroes (being Woke and being Aware are not the same thing) gloat over the glorified figurehead having Black heritage traceable to the island of Haiti. Never mind that he holds power and influence over the oldest institution of white male supremacy on the planet—the Roman Catholic Church.

The fact that Bertieaux and the new Pope both have ties to Haiti and Chicago is a divination reading in real time for those with eyes to see: STOP GIVING YOUR PRECIOUS IDENTITY TO PEOPLE WHO HAVE NO INTENTION OF PRESERVING YOUR LEGACY.

Formal divination systems are rudimentary tools for people who don’t have the presence of mind to read their own lives as it is unfolding right in front of them. It’s a spiritual form of Arspergers Syndrome that makes us unable to read the undeniable synchronicities of the moment. We are all plagued with this malady. Some much more than others hence you have divination systems, astrology and spiritual readings.

Black America is being called upon to lead the global community into a new age of culture and spiritual understanding. Even Bertiaux talked about this in his Voudon Gnostic Workbook.

Before Black America can fully step into these big shoes it must completely exorcise the inner demon that makes it seek external acceptance for the sake of external embrace. Embrace your fucking self. Your ancestors built the United States of America and everything that the world loves about the United States originally came from Black America. You are the National Treasures of Darkness.

An inferiority complex can be a formidable adversary for us. In Hebrew, the title for the adversary is “ha Satan.” Your biggest Satan is the man or woman looking back at you in the mirror, which is why we must embrace Satan. We embrace them through persistent correction, intentional molding, healthy self criticism followed by clear action. We beat the molten iron into shape with a heavy hammer of focused intention.

The path of the Blacksmith is the natural path of self-realization. A grand master black belt is a Blacksmith. Reflect on that.

Appropriating a culture that isn’t yours, that you have not cultivated, makes you a vampire. So does seeking meaningless acknowledgement and validation from racist, misogynistic, pedophile pushers with gold toilets.

You can’t be at the center of everyone’s celebration. Nor should you wish to be, because everyone isn’t celebrating the things that affirm your greatest good. Peace and good vibrations to you until next time.