Black Spirituality Religion : WHEN WE LACK CHRIST.

[Metaverse]

How Do You Create Awareness?
Where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them -- Awareness.

One morning- a strange feeling woke Bro. Charles up and asked him to get dressed and go to Church. Normally he would protest. He hadn't seen the inside of a Church since his cousin's wedding. But something was provoking him. Besides the Church was literally right around the corner.

Bro. Charles got up, took a shower and got dressed. The truth is, he was going there in search of salvation. He had just broken away from his Girlfriend of 3 months about a week ago. This would be a deliberate attempt to find a mate.

Church service started at 11:00 pm sharp, this Brotha walks in the Lord's house 11:25 pm. Oh well, better late than never right? He felt comfortable sitting in the back. Less people to stare at you. He scoped around the congregation, checking out the availables and the competition.

To his surprise, a old Ex. Sheena was sitting in a row right in front of him. He tapped her on the shoulder and a new chapter in his life unfolded.

She also came to Church that day because something told her to come. After the service they retreated to a near-by waffle-house in order to reminisce on how much they've grown in the past 15 years. They were only High School sweethearts. Their relationship ended over some-hesaid shesaid.

Sheena wasn't even a Christian, even though she didn't reveal what her new found beliefs were, Bro. Charles got a sense that it was something that gave her a profound aura. She was much different than he had remembered.

But then out of the blue she busted out and said "I can tell you lack Christ."
Bro. Charles suddenly became more interested in his sloppy pancakes because he really wasn't in the mood for a religious debate. "Don't get me wrong, listen" She placed her hand over his. "I mean you lack an anointing."

Bro. Charles stayed quite. He hadn't see Sheena in awhile, and wasn't quite sure where her head was at. He continued to chew his food as peacefully as he could without shaking the table.

"Could we go back to your house for a bit, I want to show you something."
She said. Bro. Charles finally spoke up. "What you got to show me at my house? You trying to give me a bible reading or something? You a Jehovah's witness??"

"Noooo" Sheena replied back to him, trying not to laugh at his blunt reaction. "Come'on please...it'll be fun." Bro. Charles was looking at her crazy. But again there was this strong feeling that something was very right today. So he paid for the food and they both left for his house not that far away.

When they got to his house. Sheena acted as if she already knew the layout of his entire apartment. She took him back to the bedroom, threw him on the bed and started taking off her clothes and then his. "Wait a minute Girl, hold up..I don't mean to interrupt, really I don't- but" she continued undressing him and finally said- "Don't be afraid Charles, I am the reason you came to Church today, I called out to you....when a Man is in need of Christ- I come. Literally.
A Christ is simply one who is anointed, there are many ways to anoint- with water that is sacred, with oil that is blessed, and with blood that flows from a woman who retains her divine essence for a very privileged few. We come to bring many of you into awareness, this is reason for your anointing. We anoint the head with blood. A Man has two heads....today we will gather together in the name of awareness."

You know Bro. Charles jumped up from the bed with the sheet wrapped around him and ran into the living room like he was on fire.

"That is some nasty a-- s-it!! Get away from me! Girl! You come up in here offering me sex on your period?! You in a cult?!" He carried on as she sat on the edge of the bed naked, her eyes sparkled at him, her skin dark brown and golden sung a silent melody to this loins. Then something inside him said- "stop being a punk." His euro-centric decorated apartment suddenly gained the scent of an African field, he heard the drums of his Male Ancestors beating behind his heart, and the Female Ancestors singing within his heavy breathing.

Later he would say that something possessed him, but he went to Church on her that evening like a Pastor answering a calling.

If you asked Bro. Charles did he become a new Man that evening he would say yes. He would say that he became anointed and he no longer lacked Christ.
He is also fully aware that he took part in a very Ancient ritual that in fact took place to bring Males into a higher awareness, those who offered this service are often referred to as "scared whores" Goddesses and even use the term "virgin" to symbolize the concept of having sex only for divine or sacred reasons with a limited few.

When they are not passing on their "anointing" to Men such Women spend their time like Nuns, in meditation and constant communion with invisible forces. It is said they are retainers for forces beyond the logic of Men.

It is safe to say when we "lack Christ" such Women have removed themselves, or the process of becoming sacred from the playing field. Therefore it is also possible that we have committed to an exterior Christ symbol meanwhile neglecting the Christ-self, he or she that is waiting to come into awareness. When we speak of this level of awareness we are speaking not about the things around us, of which we are naturally aware, but of the mysteries that decide us from within.

From the very kiss of from sacred Goddess, Men have seen God spying back at them. Her scent alone peels back the physical eyes to reveal the 3rd.
And when she anoints the head of Man, fearing he may become her slave- he becomes free from his own slavery.

To all the Sheenas of the Black world, may your movement forever remain secret- and may you continue to "bless" us.

 

[DARKSIDE MAGICK]

CHAOS

MANY PRIESTESS OF OSHUN/ERZULIE ARE SACRED WHORES AS I'M DEALING WITH ONE. I WILL CONTINUE TO SAY THE MENSES BLOOD IS ONE OR IS NOT THE MOST POWERFUL STUFF ON EARTH AND DUDES NEED TO GET DOWN WITH IT.




DARKSIDE MAGICK--- THE ORIGINAL VAMPYRE

 

[Bootzey]

I almost didn't read this thread. I'm glad I did.

 

[DARKSIDE MAGICK]

CHAOS

POMBA GIRA -- THE WHORE

Pomba Gira - The Great Whore

The whore is simply someone who could do anything (or anyone) for a price! This is not limited to sex, but has to do with many other situations where someone 'sells themselves' to the highest bidder! On a deeper level, a whore is someone who is selling out his or her talents, ideas, and any other expression of the self - for a price of course! We all become whores when we sell our bodies or our souls for money or when we compromise our morals and ethics for financial gain. This may include remaining in a marriage or job that endangers our well being for reasons of financial security - or when we set out to get that husband back that has been beating us up, cheating and lying on us when ever he could! Who better to approach than Pomba Gira! The whore is concerned with seduction and control - be it buying a controlling interest in another person or selling your own power - due to fears of physical survival or for financial gain.

Quimbanda always provides us with two possibilities - either indulge in the shadow side of our self or to illuminate the darkness inside of us. The choice is always ours!

The 'illuminative nature' of Pomba Gira - (for lack of better terms) raises questions related to our own self-esteem and self-respect. She can bring us to a position in life which either says "Don't touch what you can't afford!" and just wait for the highest bidder or where we can say "Sorry...I'm not for sale!"

The Whore is of course only one aspect of Pomba Gira and needs to be closely examined in relation to the nature of each and every person's personal Pomba Gira! Let’s not forget that she is also the Great Seductress and Enchantress! The Seductress is drawn to money and power. She 'enchants' others with money and power for the sake of personal control.

 

[tyab14]

Epic of Gilgamesh

This reminds me of a passage from the Babylonian Epic


Enkidu, the boy who walked on mountains,
who eats the food of beasts and, like the beasts,
comes down at will to drink from the watery hole,
with the beasts arose and stretched
his tired limbs to start the day.
She beheld him then, as he was in his beginning,
the one who gave and took life from the far woods.
160. "Here is he, fine lover; be set to wet him with
your tongue and chest and loins.
Spread forth your happiness. Display your hidden charm.
jump him fast and kneel upon his shoulders.
Without his wind then, he'll enter near your entrance.
Take off your robe to let him in.
Let him see what force a girl can have.
The friends he has from on wild will exile him
if he presses his person, as he will, into your scented bush.
" Shamhat let her garments loose and spread forth
170. her happiness which Enkidu entered as gusts of wind
enter tunnels bound for Hell.
Hot and swollen first, she jumped him fast
knocking out his rapid breath with
thrust after loving thrust.
She let him see what force a girl can have,
and he stayed within her scented bush for
seven nights, leaping, seeping, weeping, and sleeping there.


After that week of pleasure,
Enkidu returned to the herds
180. but the beasts fled from him in haste.
They stampeded away from his new self.
He could no longer race as he had once,
legs soft now and ankles stiff. The beasts
left him behind and he grew sad
that he could no longer speed with them.
But he enjoyed the memory that no virgin has
and, returning to his fine lover, he once
more knelt between her legs
as she spoke these words to him:
190. "Now you are as if a god, my boy,
with no more need of dumb beasts, however fair.

After she "showed him her secrets" he became like a god.