Stuck on a Dark Road

Want to share another testimony of the Lord working in my life. I recently drove to Kansas City to attend a concert. Those who know the highway path direct from Omaha to KC know that gas stations are a feast or famine issue. You get little clumps of them near some scattered small towns and then miles of nothing. On my return trip, the gas hand got dangerously low. I decided I would get off the interstate, not wanting to suddenly get stuck there and pulled off unto a local highway. At the moment I asked the Lord for help, because obviously there was no gas station immediately where I was, it was the middle of the night (after midnight), I’m in rural Nebraska. I could try staying a bit longer on the interstate and run the risk of being stuck there. I could try staying on the side road but the risk there was any private station I found would likely be closed. Or I could camp until morning. Since it was a rental car, I did not have a gas can even. It’s right here that you can insert “but God”. Now whenever you insert “But God…” you have to assume that there must be faith beforehand because without faith and certainty of knowing that God IS and WILL, then when He does act, you might miss that blessing. I called my Lord and then…

A 18 wheeler tractor cab pulled up with bright lights behind me and a young Euro-American man jumped out. Now you have to know that this situation without faith, is not ideal. Dark, side road, rural Nebraska, cross “racial” scenario, 18 wheeler. unless I am certain of my God, I’m getting nervous here. But God told me I am your help. Get out! And so I jumped out to meet the young man. He asked me the problem. I said I’m running out of gas. He says well, you can ride with me and the other guys in the cab (whom I could not see) and we will take you to get some gas. I want to stop now and realize that this truck had just gotten off the highway at the same stop with no intention of going back. But they were willing to get back on and take me to a gas station. I said I did not have a gas can. He said we will buy you one.

So he told me the gas station was about two stops further on the main highway. I told him I think I have just enough gas to get there, but could you follow me to the station just to make sure? He said they would and so I followed them back on the highway and they led me to the stop, which I would not have recognized and would have passed were I not with them. The highway does not do a good job of marking all the gas stops. Some are open, some are closed, some are stops that used to have a gas station and so on. But they led me to the station. So I get there and I get ready to pump the gas and I’m thinking that they will just drive on off, so I wave to them (keep in mind I still had not seen the people he was riding with who had been led with him on this journey to help me). Sometimes God says it ain’t about the faces. But they stay a moment and he asks “do you have enough money to get the gas, if not we will pay it for you.” Now I had money for gas, but if I didn’t…

I told him “Today brother YOU were God’s angel sent to me during my time of need. God bless you and your friends for your kindness to me” and they drove off into the night. I filled my tank to the brim, got back on the highway, and I ain’t stop praising yet. See God wants you TELL somebody, not about you, but about Him. When He delivers you from your own bed of affliction, He doesn’t do so just for you, but for you to tell someone that THEY might be uplifted and encouraged and KNOW that there IS a God on duty. There might be some one right now within the sight of my words, who might have been travelling like I was, on a dark road somewhere, almost out of spiritual gas, not empty yet, but you don pulled off the highway and you wondering if you able to go on. You tried yo cell phone but you couldn’t get a connection. But thank God you got another connection that the airwaves can’t stop and so make the call. 911 may not be available, but John 3:16 has no waiting operators! “WHOSOEVER BELIVES shall not..” Let’s say that again “SHALL NOT..perish.” Made me think about if for a minute when the psalmist declared ” I have NEVER seen the righteous forsaken or their children begging bread.” You might be on that road with no gas and help me Holy Ghost, no can FOR the gas. You might not be able to find your way. But God is coming! And when He comes He leads you back to the path. He restores yo tank, fills it up, pays the bill, and says DRIVE ON! I’m gone mess around and preach this morning..And along the way, tell somebody. I just was sent this morning to tell you..if you’ve run out on that dark road, just call triple A..AMAZING! Cause He is prepared to do exceedingly beyond your request such that you are SHOCKED. ALMIGHTY! Cause there are no limits to His power to heal the situations of life. And when you standing there amazed and you realize you have been in the presence of the Almighty, you can say with me He is ALIVE! In life and in yo life and in the life of every situation you speak His presence over and in the life of all for whom you pray the prayers of power and forgiveness and resurrection. Somebody, somewhere needs to hear this word today! And God sent me to deliver. Someone’s in prison of the heart, or the mind, or the soul today and God says Be thou delivered! Someone is stuck on the needle or the bottle. Be thou delivered! Some one is shackled with depression and poverty and misery, on this day, Be thou delivered! I’m praying those prayers for each one today and I KNOW. I didn’t say “I think” or “I plan” or “I hope”. I said I KNOW cause I met the man. Someone needs to feel stirred up today! Someone needs to be renewed and revived today! Somebody who didn’t git to church cause they couldn’t, ought to just have a little church by deyself, right now! Someone who didn’t get to church cause they mad at church folk and what be going on, ought to just have a little real church by deyself, right now where dey at! I’m just looking for ONE witness to praise with me and if there ain’t even one, there;s one right here. And if I can’t move my head, my eyes will praise. And if I can’t move my arms, I’m tapping my feet. But something here beyond the stones will cry out. And I will praise Him in the daylight hours. I will praise Him when the sun goes down. Cause He’s ABLE! He’s ABLE! He’s ABLE! I don’t KNOW what YO problem is, but I’m here to tell you, He’s ABLE! Let the choir sing now and I’m going just step away from the keyboard..but I can’t leave without telling you..I seen the rescue truck coming down the highway. The gas station is just a few more blocks away. Hang on! Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord! For you!

Check The Fax

We have no police forces, we have no gun manufacturers, we have no gun stores, we have no bullet manufacturers, and our traditional cultures did not promote guns or gun violence so think about it. Where did this come from? Who ultimately benefits? Why is this seemingly our endemic problem? Once you do, then as Malcolm said, you can begin to plot a course that makes you appear intelligent rather than unintelligent.

When You Really Get Hungry

I always say that I am too TIRED to be marching around Eurocentric power centers begging for justice. In order to be a revolutionary you must be TIRED of something. I am waiting for us to get collectively TIRED. The kind of TIRED Fannie Lou Hamer mentioned as in being “sick and tired of BEING sick and tired” which collectively animated us during the 60s domestically and internationally. Because I find that UNTIL you get tired doing nothing or just going along with “symbolic acts” that are doing something that will amount to nothing will satisfy your cravings for justice. But when we get TIRED, TRULY tired, then we will truly demand something among ourselves stop the oppression and recognize that we cannot ask the system that engenders the problem to stop it and expect it to be either willing or capable.

You know how you get a LITTLE hungry? If you get something to eat, it’s fine, if not, you can hold out. And if you do eat, you can just grab something (anything pretty much). But then do you know how different that is when you get HOWNGRY? See then, playtime is over. You got to eat and you looking at everybody around you who in ANY way impeding the eating process with that look like…you gots 5 minutes before I get ugly. And any old meal ain’t gone do. Someone hands you a cookie and you be like, what’s that? You better bring me some real food and stop playing. I pray soon we get HOWNGRY! cause watching all this going through the motions in the kitchen has got this brother “STARVING like Marvin”.

The Fatal Lying

The civil rights rhetoric (not the movement itself but the logic) told a lie and we have been trapped in it, by the Negro “leadership” and the Eurocentric establishment ever since. The lie was that we could get justice and social progress by marching and begging and that the proof was supposedly desegregation and integration (the latter of which in my opinion should never have been a goal anyway). In any case, that is a lie. Segregation did not stop because people marched. It stopped because of systemic power considerations.

First, the economic pressure of the social disruption interfered with the monetary logic of segregation. Those who ran it realized they might lose money from boycotts but they would realize unbelievable wealth if they flipped the script and had the previously segregated community as conspicuous consumers. When the dust settled, we had no jobs and no businesses that we controlled and were almost 100% dependent on the system that oppressed us economically and civil rights called that progress and victory.

Politically, the Democrats who had opposed civil rights, recognized that the former segregated community could be a permanently dependent bloc in their voting schemes. We went from having independent parties and candidates and representation and strategies all across the political spectrum to slovenly dependence and fealty with respect to one party and just like when that one party was the Republicans, we got sold down the river and now cannot even conceive of an alternative. From political eclecticism to political dependence (giving the right to the whole system to ignore us) and the civil rights folks called THAT victory and progress.

We ended up right where we were collectively when slavery ended, broke and dependent and we are still there marching and begging and the leaders STILL lie and say that’s all we can do. That is lie unto hell and they know it but they line their religious, political, and economic pockets with money from us and from the system because and so they keep pushing it.

The Biggest Sellout Ever

The “civil rights” leaders and organizations made deals with Eurocentric philanthropy and liberalism. “They” would get “integrated” and positioned and funding as your “leadership,” while you and I would get a “dream.” And while keeping your eye on the “birdie”, I mean “dream”, all of the economic wealth and independence our ancestors had fought since during slavery to build would be stolen or voluntarily given away for a vain promise. Wake up to reality. You been hoodwinked and you should dismiss all of these leaders who participated in the scam and stop funding all the organizations that were and are designed to do everything and anything but teach you to do and be for yourself.

“For” and No “Against”

The pan-Afrikan liberation struggle, is not about being AGAINST anyone or any group of human beings. It IS about Afrikans, being for the first time, in a LOOONG time, FOR something. That is, FOR themselves and when I say “selves” I don’t mean the ego, materialistic, individual selves, that say “whatever I want to do and say” but the collective selves that are referenced in “I am because we are.” And the pan-Afrikan struggle believes that the assertion of humanity and justice for any people, including for Afrikans, is ultimately for the good of all humanity.

Violence Against Women in the NFL and Elsewhere

The US core culture is a core culture of violence. That includes violence against women. Sports, particularly football, are based on masculine domination of opponents, creating a psychology of psychopathy towards the football and the one who possesses it and is arrayed against you on the feel. You go to war, just like a soldier on that field and you pay any cost physical or mental to win. Many die and are harmed as we now know from the evidence in court on concussions and brain injuries, but all of these are seen like veteran’s injuries, the price you have to pay and like veteran’s you develop a kind of PGSD Post game stress disorder which can lead to violence and paranoia, most often against women and children in your vicinity. And all of this makes unbelievable amounts of money and is tied to the psychopathic identity of the “fan.” Certainly I like sports but I am not fanatical about them. Many are and its those people that drive the billions and the billionaires. And so you have to way the protection of women, against everything that is considered good and right and noble in the Eurocentric world. The outcome of that was decided in this culture long ago. This is just the announcement. As a battered NFL wife in one interview said, one of the wives or girlfriends would have to die before anyone says anything. I am even more cynical. I think some have ALREADY and more will and that, because of the money and the ideological spirit of the Eurocentric Roman gladiators packing into the Sunday Colosseum, that not even their martyrdom will make a difference.

A Poem for Raashanai (My Girl)- Death By Parental Abuse

I wept today for my girl. Well, she wasn’t my girl, but then she was, because she was all of ours. And before she was ours, she was God’s who gave her to us. She was not really unique, but then she was. She was nobody, but everybody. Every girl is her twin. She’s just like everybody’s else’s..girl. She just wanted love and to play and to be cared for and nurtured and maybe have girls of her own someday like other girls, like every girl, like every woman who was ever a girl, someone’s girl. But I lost my girl, she went away. Well, they took her away. I guess we SENT her away. My girl, your girl, our girl. She’s gone and I can’t see her exactly but then I do. She’s STILL my girl and your girl and all those other girls we got and they need the same thing and her spirit tells me if you don’t want to lose your girl, you have to take care of your girl. Cause if you want your own girl, you got to have a girl and care for her so she becomes the woman who has the girl. I miss my girl. Today and every day. I wept and will weep more for my girl. My girl was my life, she is my life, she is all life. At least she went to the one who is also all life. I see my girl everyday, cause her face shows up on the faces of all these girls. Maybe I can love THEM, maybe I can care for them and they can become women who have girls and boys who grow up to be men and women who love girls (and boys too!) And I bet some of those girls will be just like my girl, Raashanai.