In the present day, it appears that we have more pride in the expensive rims than we have in our vehicles and how lightly we can bleach our skin away from the beautiful chocolate complexions that we have, as opposed to having the personal skills of communication and the cerebral abilities of deep thought.
I want to say again, the majority of mentally captured Africans across the globe will not make it if you don’t change these self-destructive indulgences fast. I am serious when I say this because the various minefields that are out here for us as a collective are plenty and ready to be detonated with every step that we take foolishly away from preserving ourselves, our culture, our families, and our communities.
So many of us in the Black African global community speak of the promised land, unity, and rebuilding our world, as well as restoring our culture for future generations. From what I can see in my observations in life and in cyberspace, it’s all a sham for the majority of these black individuals who talk this way and are poisoned to the core with self-hate. And yes, I said it this way, and I’ll say it again if you did not understand me.
But back to the point of us not being taught how to write in cursive, and yes, I know cursive sounds like the word curse, and spelling sounds like the way of casting spells. I understand that wordplay. But as I was made to realize in a conversation earlier today with my dear sister, she pointed out that in this digital world where we are taught to use keyboards and spellcheck, what would happen when the system crashes and we are forced to write with a pen or pencil on paper? What happens then?
We all have been so seduced by cyberspace, the Internet, artificial intelligence, and the so-called technological advancements that have left us dependent on things outside of us, as opposed to cultivating our talents, abilities, and creative thinking that can never be taken away from us once truly developed. Dependency on the so-called amenities of the present day has sadly left us as sitting ducks waiting for the rug to be pulled from under us, and we don’t even know it.
The entire planet is not prepared for what is coming, and out of all the races on the planet, the most melanated are the ones who would take the hardest fall. I can’t say it enough, we are so captivated by the wicked lifestyles of the Western world that do nothing for us except destroy who we are at the core of our beings. It is to the point now where I yearn for the simplicity of yesteryear, where our vibrations were so powerful and pure. The time spent with each other was literally nutrition to our souls.
What many of us feel is true happiness and joy is merely a watered-down fraudulent hijacked substitute that leaves us with even more voids than we started out with. The sad part about it is that we don’t realize it, and only those of us who have experienced an Internet-free world where human vibrations were real and true, we know the difference. As time goes on, we are not amused by the leached byproduct of the low vibrational world that it has created.
But our unique self-hate has been amplified to epidemic proportions because of what we share and what is pushed in the demonic algorithms of cyberspace. Those who control those algorithms actually control what we think is important to us and what we think is actually happening in the world because of this propaganda. So here we are emulating utter foolishness and replicating the deadly dance of ignorance that will lead us down the road to extinction and an eventual state of nothingness.
This is why for me, I have lost much of my desire to sound the alarm from what I see in the world to those who refuse to listen. I am not trying to convey that I know everything, but from my positioning, I see a whole lot, and there are many sisters and brothers who could see even more than I, yet their truth complements mine because truth always complements truth.
While I am proud of the few who I know who have carried the baton of righteousness, culture, dignity, family, and community, I am disgusted, in second, by what I see in our degradation that we now have to take responsibility for and accountability for as we cannot blame the white man anymore. We are our own worst enemy, and we will never make it as long as we have these self-serving, egotistical, narcissistic revolutionaries who only want to be seen and heard and not do the research and the real work.
Everything now is about form and fashion and looking good on the external with the sweet words that we can share, but who’s really willing to sacrifice decades of their life only to be looked over because they don’t carry the glitter and glitz of the pseudo-truth tellers who only goal for more views, likes, and subscribers to a sideshow that makes you feel good as far as the words are concerned but is no more than a vaudeville sideshow act.
I refuse to be part of the circus of manufactured personas, attention-hungry individuals whose need to be center stage stems from a trauma-filled childhood in the never-ending rotation of black power clowns of the modern-day who don’t even have the balls to do the work that was done decades ago when you knew that your life could be taken at any moment.
You’ve got to understand that the real traps are in place for our destruction, and this time when the word is given, it will be a total destruction as the keyboard webcam revolutionaries spout their very entertaining words from the comfort of their homes to emulate the real freedom fighters and thought-changing intellectuals of yesteryear.
When one is driving their vehicle down the highway and they are about to exit that highway, their speed is purposely reduced before they approach the exit ramp because they know it is soon time for them to merge into civilian traffic. I never thought that I would find myself in that place, but I am soon to exit this phase of cyber work at the rate that I have always performed.
Am I stopping? By no means! But I see no advantage in trying to motivate a corpse that has no life in it to get up and exercise. I will from this point forward use my talents and abilities where I see I can make a difference, but never do I want to be confused with those who are part of the TikTok cyberspace circus, as my ego is complete, not needing to be massaged because of the insecurities within, as my work over the past few decades speaks for itself.
All I can do is reminisce on the time that we had it all together between ourselves a lot better than we do now and maybe connect with those who understand where I’m coming from to carry on as the few who know what must be done.
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Sincerely,
LanceScurv
