For as long as Eye can remember, the spirit of the Great Wolf has been howling inside of me, and only recently have Eye allowed the physical manifestation of the howl to erupt from the root thru the krown chakras of the temple body Eye possess. My rites of passage to become a Chief of North Amerika journeyed the course of the Great Lone Wolf, a mission understood, accepted, and embraced as a child. “You got good hair! Look at those curls! You so chocolatey… You are a beautiful boy… Just gorgeous…” were compliments showering my human experience feeding the ego personality but sparking the curiosity to inquire about what was so special. Apparently, the features associated with a “nigga” were defied by appearance with the exception of being heavily pigmented. Eye knew other black folks with silky smooth hair and sun-kissed bronze skin, so beautiful as if they’re touring earth from Heaven, so Eye didn’t get it—still don’t. A visit with my elders, specifically, my Great-Aunt Pearl told me of her mother, my Great-great Grandmother Blanche, a 100% Powhatan indigenous Amerikan, and G-ma called for me early in my life on the bloodline. Eye was born to snap all generational curses.
Powhatan State Park in Virginia was one of my absolute favorite spaces to live, love, and laugh as a child for reasons Eye would not discover until manhood. Two other spaces were two family farms contributed by each side, so fair to say Eye’m a bit country. Mother Nature tucked me under her bosom in my elementary years protecting me throughout the whole of my human experience as Eye traverse across the States conceived against her will. The scholastic or intellectual element of the journey was sparked in the 6th grade where attending John Rolfe Middle School, and it was my first year playing organized football for the school as starting JV quarterback for the “Indians.” The mascot for the John Rolfe Indians looked like he could be the brother of the Redskins mascot (adorned in the majority of my folks’ homes), and both look like they could be my uncles or grandfathers with exception of white-washed Rolfe. Eye pondered the entire season about being the quarterback and the mascot at the same time but there was no one to address my grievance at the time, so Grandma Blanche comforted me. NFL star and Super Bowl Champion, Michael Robinson, assumed the role of quarterback for the John Rolfe Indians the following season after Eye was relocated to embark on my majestic journey in Atlantis—commonly known as Atlanta.
One day Eye watched a film that resonated deep in my soul activating a volcano of curiosities heating up over time. A Great Ancestor joining my Great-great Grandmother’s voice called on me to remember her and to know her because she needs me to invest my soul journey in loving her. This ancestor in particular is recorded in several sources to have been born around 1596. Eye am single ‘til this day with no children for a myriad of reasons, but one reason is Auntie Amonute has not approved of any woman of my past experience to procreate with. The National Park Service published an article on “Historic Jamestowne” featuring an essay entitled, “Pocahontas: Her Life and Legend.” An excerpt describes the balanced culture from which Eye emerged on this land, however, has been corrupted, degraded, depreciated, and defiled into nonexistence since the arrival of Europeans:
“Women’s work was separate from men’s work, but both were equally taxing and equally important as both benefited all Powhatan society. As Pocahontas would learn, besides bearing and rearing children, women were responsible for building the houses (called yehakins by the Powhatan), which they may have owned. Women did all the farming, (planting and harvesting), the cooking (preparing and serving), collected water needed to cook and drink, gathered firewood for the fires… Women were also barbers for the men and would process any meat the men brought home as well as tanning hides to make clothing… Another important thing Pocahontas had to learn to be an adult woman was how to collect edible plants. As a result, she would need to identify the various kinds of useful plants and have the ability to recognize them in all seasons. All of the skills it took to be an adult woman Pocahontas would have learned by the time she was about thirteen, which was the average age Powhatan women reached puberty.”
Along came Europeans to the land of my ancestors where Eye currently reside as an indigenous heir and creditor impatiently insisting on resolve of this outstanding debt. “The Pocahontas Perplex” by Rayna Green highlights the parallel of a famous Scottish ballad and this bullsh!t spun fairytale by lying a$$ crackas. Obviously, the Disney film is a trash narrative because Pocahontas purportedly saved John Smith from getting his brains smashed between stones out of the goodness of her heart to spare these helpless imbeciles from authentic masculinity, and she actually, reluctantly married John Rolfe the tobacco farmer. A brief look into the ballad:
“In one of the best known old Scottish ballads, ‘”Young Beichan”’ or ‘”Lord Bateman and the Turkish King’s Daughter,”’ as it is often known in America, a young English adventurer travels to a strange, foreign land. The natives are of a darker color than her, and they practice a pagan religion. The man is captured by the king (Pasha, Moor, Sultan) and thrown in a dungeon to await death. Before he is executed, however, the pasha’s beautiful daughter—smitten with elegant and wealthy visitor—rescues him and sends him homeward. But she pines away for love of the now remote stranger who has gone home, apparently forgotten her, and contracted a marriage with a “noble” “lady” of his own kind. In all the versions, she follows him to his own land, and in most, she arrives on his wedding day whereupon he throws over his bride-to-be for the darker but more beautiful princess. In most versions, she becomes a Christian, and she and Lord Beichan live happily ever after.”
Her private, family name is Matoaka, but she is most commonly known by her nickname meaning “playful one” and also the title of the film, Pocahontas, according to the article, “The True Story of Pocahontas,” contributed by Jackie Mansky in the Smithsonian Magazine on March 23, 2017. The article is rooted in an interview with Rutgers University history professor, Camila Townsend, who also authored, Pocahontas and the Powhatan Dilemma: The American Portraits Series. They essentially explore the impossibility to sustain a lie about a relationship used to establish this crumbling contemporary foundation. Referencing back to the contribution from the National Park Service and juxtaposing the publication with the Scottish ballad, we can conclude that Amonute embodies the love for humanity and offered mercy to the helpless, but no romance ensued with John Smith. Her passion burns in my spirit for being betrayed by her own love for humanity.
Matoaka is rumored to have been the favorite daughter, and actually a princess of the Powhatan Tribe under her father Chief Wahunsenaca or “Chief Powhatan,” another of my ancestors whom Europeans despise evinced by mocking me as a mascot and having an indigenous Amerikan play an Indian quarterback. Fck y’all. Historic Jamestowne offers context into reason for the Europeans ill-will sentiments toward actual indigenous Amerikans. The source published in the article, “The Starving Time”:
“’The starving time’” was the winter of 1609–1610, when food shortages, fractured leadership, and a siege by Powhatan Indian warriors killed two of every three colonists at James Fort… Captain John Smith had some success trading… but his strongarm tactics also angered the tribal communities… Starvation weakened the colonists and led to sicknesses such as dysentery and typhoid. The colonists ate shoe leather and butchered seven horses brought from England the summer before on the ill–fated fleet. Percy wrote, “Then, having fed upon horses and other beasts as long as they lasted, we were glad to make shift with vermin, as dogs, cats and mice.” There were charges of cannibalism: Starving settlers dug up “dead corpses outt of graves” to eat them, and others “Licked upp the Bloode which ha[d] fallen from their weake fellowes.” Jamestown Rediscovery archaeologists in 2012 uncovered the first forensic evidence of survival cannibalism in a European colony in North America.”
Due to the warrior nature of my great ancestors, the ancestors of European immigrants on my land ‘til this day are on the record only surviving long enough to be here by eating each other, each others’ corpses, rats, vermin, farm animals, reptiles, random beasts, and washing it down with the blood of their fallen comrades. These are the ancestors of the kids “benefiting” from the United States of America as they are the ancestors whom conceived of the United States of America to escape the horrific reality of their ancestral record. The aforementioned sources report of the eventual abduction of Pocahontas leading to emotional and mental instability in the Chief.
Suffering from significant emotional distress as a prisoner of war, and likely sharing in the telepathic experience with her father, Pocahontas resolved to sacrifice herself for the Powhatan Tribe. The Europeans indoctrinated her with Christianity and forced her to marry John Rolfe only as the symbolism of peace in the plot of deception to commit acts of genocide against my ancestors. Again, John Rolfe’s life was left to the mercy of the masculinity of Powhatan men when he was captured by the uncle of Amonute. His life was leveraged and salvaged for the occasion to explore the possibility of civility with the true beasts and savages of the Amerikas.
A voyage to England to present his “native” wife resulted in a gross lust for North Amerikan country lands and its women—or girls. Pocahontas was recorded to be between the ages of 11 and 13 when married to John Rolfe. Today the United Snakes of Amerikkka labors tirelessly to legalize pedophilia for the “minor attracted persons” to wreak havoc on the little boys and girls of contemporary society. For centuries of generations European immigrants have raped the melanated children of and on this land with physical impunity but resulting in an epigenetic curse—the ultimate soulful consequence. The ancestors of “white” America hate “black” children on the record, but they hate their own more it seems for cursing their own bloodlines with inherited inherent racism and pedophilia to consume their souls in the 21st Century. Pocahontas met her fate on the return voyage after being poisoned at dinner on the ship. England was disgusted with envy by her beauty. The Great Chief heard of the news and succumbed to his grief. The Great Powhatan Tribal Nation has never been the same—we “black” now.
My activated DNA challenges the genetic relationship between the “Pamonkey” Tribe and the Powhatan Tribe from which Eye emerge. The blood of my ancestors from centuries and millennia have saturated these lands and these waters and have sprung up as the nature, the rainforest, springs, animals, plants, and elements surrounding this country. The whole of my natural, celestial family awakened to power up the bioelectromagnetic temple bodies of the earth for god capacity activation being exercised to execute judgment in this time. The United States of America is an interesting experiment but it’s in the wrong lab. The 21st Century marks the time of the war between alkemists. A time of great magik and phenomenal spells. A war between the Xmen—gods of the earth. The lawful overwhelms the lawless, the warrior overwhelms the coward, the wise overwhelms the fool, the intellectual overwhelms the dummy, the confident overwhelms the insecure, the real overwhelms the fake, the good overwhelms the bad, the truth overwhelms the lie, the one who knows overwhelms the one who believes, and the earth overwhelms this world. Asé. Amn.
Europeans are due an ass whoopn of interdimensional and galactic proportions—just sayn…
*Shyne Khm YahRa*
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