the cover for his new single, Power, which he was chosen to open the BET awards with
interesting image and song, particularly these lines:
Now this’ll be a beautiful death Jumpin’ out the window Lettin’ everything go Lettin’ everything go
You got the power to let power come
reminds me of my other post on Basquiat (obviously his artistic motif of decapitated heads/bodies, his own quote "most kings get their heads cut off", which alegedly inspired Jay-Z's line "the same sword they knight you, the gon goodnight you with")...an irony particularly Eshu-like...
"Hollywood is a place where they'll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul. I know, because I turned down the first offer often enough and held out for the fifty cents." — Marilyn Monroe
the price of fame....this is something that's been rolling around in my head that i wanted to go ahead and type out. this is just a quick post in the midst of an intense course of schoolwork and other personal duties. i'm trying to wrap up that alejandro post, the beyonce as Oshun pt. 2, and other posts...bear with me.
is it worth it?
a theory that makes sense to me is that alot of these so-called illuminati pawn celebs are merely "playing the game"...to what end? some may "play the game" simply for the material gain and the "love" and adoration hat may replace their formerly depressing lives i.e. poverty, obvious abuse/trauma if MK is involved, and, sadly, even if not officially MK'ed as there is so much physical and sexual abuse in even "normal, everyday" people's homes....many of these celeb, we know, have had their life stories doctored up for them, and it's hard to tell the real from the fake (i.e. was jay-z really the sad, poor, negro who sold drugs to put food on the table? many suggest he is a "pussy ass nigga" who never sold a lollipop, has familial connections to the actual Rockerfellers, and never sweated a day in his life because he sold out quickly or was already being primed to be "in the circle")....nevertheless, whether their stories are false or true, one may admit that anyone, having had a decent life or not, would appreciate an opportunity to have more financial stability and get to use any given talent they may possess.
let's take michael jackson for the following illustration. let's say he knew all about the demonic worship, the mk ultra, the trauma, being a tool to dumb down the masses and bring about a new secular order of filth and licentiousness and materialism...let's say he knew all that. but he still played along. granted, as a child being abused/raped by Papa Joe and others was not a game he wanted to play along with, nor did he ave a choice. but let's say when he got older, faced his fate, and weighed the immense burden of being a victim of that level of fame, that he said "it's okay. i'm in this position, i'm a slave to them, i'm being used to corrupt the minds of the masses through their manipulation of my image and talent....BUT i'll play on a little longer until i'm financially well enough off to protect myself and use the very fame they primed me for against them"
a person of mj's status and influence was very valuable to the illuminati: he was and still is a GOD among men/stars/performers. he could wink his eye and it would be the next best thing since the crucifixion. (don't get me started on mj's own crucifixion).....imagine him using that fame to spread a positive message?
yes, we know, we know. we've all seen the theories and rumors and evidences that his unrealized "This Is It" concert series was supposed to be a grand unveiling and warning to all of us on several conspiracies he was no doubt privy to.
so. imagine you were in that position. you've been tortured for years, decades, been a slave to the corporations, committed unthinkable acts, and have to live with the guilt that your very fame is the very thing that is helping the masses of this world turn away from the truly divine, to worship money, possessions, and entertainment figures. mj as the devout man he no doubt was, i'm sure was haunted by this fact.
BUT does it balance out? when he sings "heal the world" and "earth song" and "they don't really care about us" and "will you be there?", does it balance out "bille jean", "rock with you", and "beat it", as well as "thriller" which i've heard somewhere was a veiled reference to his sexual prowess lol....
"Why You Wanna Trip On Me"
They Say I'm Different They Don't Understand But There's A Bigger Problem That's Much More In Demand You Got World Hunger Not Enough To Eat So There's Really No Time To Be Trippin' On Me
You Got School Teachers Who Don't Wanna Teach You Got Grown People Who Can't Write Or Read You Got Strange Diseases Ah But There's No Cure You Got Many Doctors That Aren't So Sure So Tell Me
Why You Wanna Trip On Me Why You Wanna Trip On Me Stop Trippin'
We've Got More Problems Than We'll Ever Need You Got Gang Violence And Bloodshed On The Street You Got Homeless People With No Food To Eat With No Clothes On Their Back And No Shoes For Their Feet
We've Got Drug Addiction In The Minds Of The Weak We've Got So Much Corruption Police Brutality We've Got Streetwalkers Walkin' Into Darkness Tell Me What Are We Doin'
To Try To Stop This
Why You Wanna Trip On Me
was it worth it?
do you risk the martyrdom to attempt to spread the message, even if it is highly veiled in coded language only the awakened would understand anyone? do you preach to the choir? or console yourself by hoping even if the sleeple don't know exactly what you mean, the small bit of awareness/positivity may reach them still (every little bit counts, doesn't it?) like erykah badu said:
Some contributions (besides the one fan video above) from her new baby daddy:
A song he released before Michael's death:
but, you must admit, mj is the only one of his level of fame in our current generation speaking out about the environment and the harrowing social issues we face in the real world while everybody else wants us to just dance
but does it realy sink in? do people really remember his social messages, the album cuts? no, most people asociate mj with crotch-grabbing, shirt ripping, "hee-hee" moonwalking, and a kid who apparently wasn't his....they say "that boy was strange and looked like a mutilated old white woman but he SHO COULD DANCE HIS ASS OFF"
Is this how we'll remember him in 5, 20, 50 years?
what happens to our martyrs when they end up on t-shirts, on coffee mugs, in "guitar hero?" their live and message and art is commercialized, capitalized off of and their souls made into kitsch, where we remember the face, the name , sometimes even the tabloids, but not who they really were....i know children today who don't know who kurt cobain was but can scream "oh that's my song" when a botched cover version of heart shaped box comes on guitar hero....girls in the clubs on that patron with marilyn monroe t-shirts 8 sizes too small suffocating their dd's but dont even know who she is or that she said:
"I've never fooled anyone. I've let people fool themselves. They didn't bother to find out who and what I was. Instead they would invent a character for me. I wouldn't argue with them. They were obviously loving somebody I wasn't." — Marilyn Monroe
Even Jesus himself...look what they've done to him: castrated him, emasculated him, bleached him, put a long straight-haired wig on him (sounding familiar??), twisted his teachings, used his influence for bloody deeds, invoked his name in criminal acts, mocked him, laughed at him, disbelieved him, blasphemed him...
is it worth it? who's listening? who's remembering? who's re-membering Osiris?
......Fame, symbolized by the crown, is offered as the only possible path to subjectivity for the black male artist. To be un-famous is to be rendered invisible. Therefore, one is without choice. You either enter the phallocentric battlefield of representation and play the game or you are doomed to exist outside history. Basquiat wanted a place in history, and he played the game. In trying to make a place for himself--for blackness--in the established art world, he assumed the role of explorer/colonizer. Wanting to make an intervention with his life and work, he inverted the image of the white colonizer.
Basquiat journeyed into the heart of whiteness. White territory he named as a savage and brutal place. The journey is embarked upon with no certainty of return. Nor is there any way to know what you will find or who you will be at journey's end. Braithwaite declares: "The unfortunate thing was, once one did figure out how to get into the art world, it was like, Well, shit, where am I? You've pulled off this amazing feat, you've waltzed your way right into the thick of it, and probably faster than anybody in history, but once you got in you were standing around wondering where you were. And then, Who's here with me?"[11] Recognizing art-world fame to be a male game, one that he could play, working the stereotypical darky image, playing the trickster, Basquiat understood that he was risking his life--that this journey was all about sacrifice.
In September 2006, I wrote the following in my livejournal:
Niggers be holding them dicks too....white people go, "why you guys hold your things?" say "you done took everythign else, motherfucker" ---Richard Pryor
As painted by Ligon, the raw language and syntax of the joke contribute to a broader sense of impropriety. For starters, the joke was meant to be heard rather than read, listened to rather than looked at. Its humor flows in part from the cadence and logic of Pryor's delivery. Reconstituted as a text painting, the joke is distanced, though not entirely dissociated, from Pryor's voice. It is now the viewer who must mouth these words, whether silently or aloud, and thereby speak the rage barely veiled beneath their humor. The visual form of Cocaine (Pimps)—the tiny flecks of orange paint jumping off the letters, the force of the work's (off-)color—changes and recharges its language. A raunchy joke from an old Pryor album becomes, in Ligon's hands, an intricately painted surface of stencils, strokes, and smudges, a microworld of colored incident and inscription. The picture pays its respects to the beauty of Pryor's obscenity. (article by Richard Meyer for Artforum International, May 2006)
and, after reading it just sat there for a minute or more, frozen, taking in all of what it meant to me and the consequences of it that affect me as a Woman, a Black Woman, and a member of the Black community (all of these being different, having different meanings, but still part of the same...if that made sense anywhere outside my head)
...and i thought about my boys....my boys as in "my boys", brothers, you know, when we sit around playing spades, listening to Black Star or The Roots, quoting Malcolm X, mourning Assatta and Lil Bobby Hutton, renaming ourselves countless times like the day(s) when i was known as Amina Mercuric and it wasn't Shawn Jenkins but Naim Muhammed and we had a new identity, were validated in our recognition of each other by these secret names-- like how i read once how certain African and Native American tribes implemented the use of secret names....they'd have some random name like "Little Bird' or something but then a secret name their personal god only knew that they couldn't reveal or, apparently, would die. And it was the same for us. We couldn't let the world take our secret names, the names only we knew each other by and nodded, smiling...couldn't let them know those names because we knew we would die-- that new person we'd made would die because the world wouldn 't let us be that strong, that bright, that brilliant, shining like Ligon's "negro sunshine", not on the inside at least, though we shine on the outside, greased up, put on display, to be sold to the greedy masses based on their admitted acknowledgement of outer strength-- we can have that as long as they can manipulate it, that outer strength, as long as there's nothing inside, long as everything in there is broken and weak and dull and shitt...... like when it's asked, "why are we always so greasy? why are we always shining?" (and yall know it's true...we stay greasy...and note to [name omitted to protect]-- liek we were talking about yesterday, i think that's why they film those african/south american films [i.e. City of God, Blood Diamond, Amistad, etc.] like that cuz the grease and sweat gotta light up the screen)
...ANYWAY as i was saying....my boys, my "homies", brothas....my boys and my son...and my unborn sons i'll protect and fill with all the strength i've ever had, naming them after gods-- gods liek they are and always were....
and i was thinking about Nat Turner and how i'd read somewhere that they'd cut off his penis as they lynched him and, the myth goes, to this very day, some crusty white man has it preserved in his home, passed down to him or bought some other way. and i'm like "damn, they took that too..."
Jay-Z, in 2006, did a "freestyle" on Hot 97 which was actually five verses-- three of which were part of an unreleased song called "Most Kings", a tribute to Basquiat. The last two verses were supposed to have been on some mixtape. The second verse of this Hot 97 Freestyle ended up being the verse he did for Coldplay's song "Lost"...Interesting that the song/freestyle/whatever alluded to Michael Jackson's murder 3 years before it occurred. It is a prophecy because he speaks of MJ in the same lines as other dead/murdered/"suicided" artists who were ritually taken out. Since MJ was still alive when the freestyle was spit, by putting him in the context of other posthumous artists could only be a retrospectively poignant and/or creepy glimpse of MJ's future-- and his own, as he allegedly considers himself the King of Pop now, as "husband" to Beyonce, Queen of Pop.
Read his verse below:
Inspired by Basquiat, my chariots of fire Everybody took shots, hit my body up, I'm tired Build me up break me down to build me up again They like "Hov we need you back so we can kill ya ass again" Hov got flow, though he's no Big and Pac, but he's close How I'm 'posed to win? They got me fighting ghosts...
Same sword the knight you they gon' "good night" [read: execute] you with Shit, Thats only half if they like you That aint even the half [of] what they might do Dont believe me ask Michael See Martin, see Malcolm You See Biggie, see Pac, see success and its outcome See Jesus, see Judas, see Caesar, see Brutus See success is like suicide Suicide is a suicide If you succeed, prepare to be crucified Media meddles, niggas sue you, you settle Every step you take, they remind you, you ghetto So its tough being Bobby Brown To be Bobby then, you gotta be Bobby now Now the question is, "Is to have had and lost Better than not having at all?"
Everybody wanna be the King then shots ring You layin on your balcony with holes in your dream Or you Malcolm X'd out, get distracted by screams Everybody get your hand off my jeans! **
**[an allusion to the infamous cry that interrupted Malcolm X's last speech and immediately preceeded his murder: "Get ya hand outta my pocket, nigga!"]
Everybody look at you strange say you changed Uhh! Like you work that hard to stay the same Uhh! Game stays the same the name changes So its best for those to not overdose on being famous Most kings get driven so insane That they try to hit the same vein that Kurt Cobain did ??No dangers, so shameless?? Invited to the intersanctum of yo chambers ??Low chained em as the enemies approach?? So raise ya draw bridge and drown em in the moat And the Spirit I'm evokin
From the Destee forums...thank God someone finally translated this.
Source:mysanteriaforums
Ifá Predictions for the year 2010 MIGUEL FEBLES PADRÓN (Awó Odí Ká) COMMISSION FOR THE ODU OF THE YEAR For Cuba and the World Folkcuba.com Homepage
To the priests of Ifá, our brothers and sisters--the oriatés, babaloshas, iyaloshas, and iworos-- and to the religious public in general. Following a tradition of 24 years, the Commission Organized for the Reading of the Year gathered on the 31st of December, 2009 at the Casa-Templo, located on 10th of October Avenue, between Josefina and Gertrudis Streets, Vibora, Municipality 10 of October, Havana City, Cuba. This ceremony was presided over by the Ifá priest Guillermo Diago Ogbe Weñe, with the support of Ifá priests of all of Cuba’s families and their descendents throughout the world.The youngest priest took out the sign.
Reigning Sign: BABA EYIOBE (Double Salvation).
Prophetic Orientation: Iré Arikú Oyale Tesi Lese Olofin (Benefit of Health or long life—which is solid and certain—granted to us by Olofin).
Ónishe: Rogation with saraekó and its corresponding candles.
Onishá ará: Take baths with Verbena.
Ónishe Ilé: Paraldo.
Reigning Divinity: Obatalá (The orisha charged with the creation of human beings, the head of the 201 divinities of the Yoruba Pantheon, representative of Olofin on Earth, King of the Ancient Igbo people [sic], born in Iranye and worshipped in Ifon, both being regions of Nigeria.
Accompanying Divinity: Oyá, divinity of storms and gentle winds. Identified with the spirit of the ancestors. She is the goddess of the River Niger (Odó Oyá), which was named for this deity. It is believed that she is the first and preferred wife of the orisha Shangó. The tradition tells us that the river was formed originally by the copious tears she spilled the day her husband died.
Flag of the Year: White with purple borders (wine color).
Ebó: 1 chicken, a stick of your height, mixed grains [incl. beans], 16 pieces of bread, 16 peony seeds, smoked nutria and smoked fish, toasted corn, and the rest of the ingredients. The distribution of this document is without charge and the Commission is not responsable for its sale by unscrupulous people animated by greed. Illnesses to Watch Out For Vascular Brain Disorders (Embolisms, Hemmorages, etc.). Serious respiratory Problems (Acute Tubeculosis). Eye Disorders. Bone Marrow Disorders. Occurrences of Social Significance. Great changes in the social order. Increase in the struggle for power (religious and political). Imbalances, differences, and contradictions within the family. High increase in deaths of public figures (political, intellectual, religious). Decline in paternal authority over children. Coup d’etat or sudden changes in political systems. Betrayal and appropriation of authority at the highest levels of government. Serious problems of enviromental contamination.
Freak astrological occurrences related to the sun [king of the heavenly bodies], which could have implications inexplicable to science and, additionally, great disorders in the ecosystem. Rise in sea levels, marine catastrophes, periods of intense drought or abundant rains. Decrease in commercial relations both in importation and exportation. Breaches in treaties. Changes in agricultture and in livestock (goats and cows), vaccines. Continued danger in war and military intervention. Marital breakup. This is a sign that warns of scarcities owed to flawed organization in the distribution of goods.
Recommendations Respect the decisions of elders and the opinions of juniors. Improve organization in general Go search for new reforms in the economic, political, and social order—based on the experience of what has since existed--and as a point of departure work on applying means, methods, and strategies that bring forth a betterment in the life and well-being of the communities of the world. Protection of the enviroment and cleanliness of cities to avoid the outbreak of contagious diseases. There should be sincere dialogues to solve all conflict. Proverbs of the Sign Dead King, Crowned King. I have everything; I have nothing. The head rules the body and only one king governs a town. The young palms grow taller and more leafy than the older ones. It is an error not to learn from errors committed. Contradictions bring light to your hiding place. Wisdom, Comprehension, and Thinking are the forces that move the world.
NOTE: Take positive and negative examples from the years 1995, 1998, and 2004 where this sign reigned. http://www.folkcuba.com/in_sgn_of_year_2004.htm Our Commission remains grateful to the great organs of communication, which make it possible that these predictions reach the far corners of the world. The Miguel Febles Padrón Commission Organized for the Reading of the Year wishes you a happy and prosperous 2010 year.
Translator’s note: the original document in Spanish, emailed to me by Lázaro Cuesta Iwori Bofún, was translated by David H. Brown Eguín Koladé. Please bring to my attention any mistranslations, typos, or ways to improve the document by emailing obatala18@verizon.net.
I'll be trying my best to do some more posting in this new year. Even if they are just quick links or videos I find interesting. It's full time to take care of a new baby and as much as I see new things every day and want to write about them, by the time I get a second to do so, I give up and hope someone else will pick up on it for me. But I will stop giving up and try to get what's on my mind and the things I see out more often.
I was (pleasantly) surprised to note the mention of The Morrigan (and, yeshua, your mention of the mother/maiden/crone concept-- the original "holy trinity" of pagan goddess worship) in this video, as a few years ago when I was beginning my alternate spiritual journey and exploring various pagan paths, I was very drawn to The Morrigan and inspired by what she represented. Moving on from her, I found strength and inspiration in the Kali goddess/archetype which was similar...moving on further, I finally found Oya, who at the time was deemed to have been my head orisha. [UPDATE: 2/17/11 it is officially not Oya, by the way]
...but back to Gaga. I was discussing with a friend of mine the meaning of the Baphomet/Horned God hand sign and he INSISTED the hand sign was tribute to the Texas Longhorns football team. We seriously debated this for an hour or so and came to the agreement that people project what they want into symbols and it is the intent behind them that matters. So if I throw up the Horned God hand sign intending to pay homage to the Longhorns, that's what it is for me. If i throw it up to acknowledge Satan, that's what it is for me. If I draw a heart with squiggly lines and say it's a valentine (or Janet Jackson's velvet Rope Tour symbol), that's it. If I say it is a veve for Erzulie Freda, that's it as well. If I draw a cross and invoke the name of Jesus, that's the power that it will have. If I draw a cross and proclaim it as a mark of the union of two worlds-- the spiritual and material planes, that's the power.
Symbols are funny things. I find that symbols mean what we see them as. Just like art. Our experiences paint our perceptions. BUT just because one does not know an alternate meaning for the same symbol, does NOT make that alternate symbolic meaning invalid. Just because yopu don't know something, doesn't make it true. This is what I keep trying to tell people. Just because you don't know certain elite worship Lucifer and manipulate symbols in the media and use rituals and psychic energy to charge these symbols with negativity, doesn't mean it's not true. Just because, for example, you know Jesus as your personal Messiah and Savior, doesn't mean it's not JUST AS TRUE for someone else that he is a Prophet.
Truth IS. It is everything we can ever conceive of. I feel that there is no fiction or fantasy in the world-- everything we have ever imagined HAS AND DOES EXIST. Down to unicorns and jinn, demons and aliens...I believe God or whatever Universal Sustaining Self-Creating and Infinitite Force you name, has given us all that is. Whatever our mind can imagine is true because why would we be able to even conceive of anything if it wasn't possible? So...back to something Toure greatly helped me realize (more than he may be aware of), Beyonce can be a dirty Mk Ultra sex slave, she can be a hypocritical "Christian" poppin her coochie for Jesus, or she can be a Divine vessel for the orisha Oshun or help us all realize our Sacred Sexuality. They are all EQUALLY TRUE because someone has made it so. Everything is multi-faceted, even our concepts of "good and evil"...
which reminds me...who is "The Devil" when we say "The Devil is a liar!!"...who is the Devil at the Crossroads those bluesmen sold their souls to to play their guitars? Is this the "Devil" Jay-Z an' dem sold their souls to? Eshu-Elegbara? Papa Legba? The Divine Trickster? Pan? Hermes? Mercury?
So how does this relate to the idea of the Divine Enforcer? You can only move so far away from this idea before Nature itself, and human beings who are in the process of becoming conscious, create counter - balancing forces to guide you back to center. Esu has the function of Divine Enforcer. You can all say, "What about this tragedy, and what about that tragedy?" That is a difficult question to come to terms with objectively. But as an aspect of faith, in Ifá there is the belief that within the bigger picture, Divine Justice is at work. This is based on the belief that it is possible to get along, that it is possible to relate.
The symbolic analogy that Ifá uses is "Ifá Olokun o saro dayo," meaning "The Spirit of the Ocean always provides for those who live in the sea." Every fish that lives in the ocean has a home and food to eat. So they have it figured out in the ocean, we just haven't figured it out yet on land. That's probably because they've had more time in the ocean to work on it. The idea of Esu as the Divine Enforcer is that the ground rules for figuring it out are in place. When we get too far away from that, things occur that bring the truth back to us.
This is all related to Chaos theory. Western science has a discipline called Chaos theory which postulates the idea that things which seem to be symmetrical in the universe have a range of variation when viewed at a distance. Things which appear random have a degree of symmetry when viewed at a distance. So the issues of justice and randomness are issues of perspective. If you get the big picture, the pieces start to fall in place. So Esu as the Divine Enforcer is what we invoke to get the big picture. You can do things on the short term that feel effective, righteous and ethical that can have long term negative effects.
You can do things that seem negative in the moment and end up having positive results. It is Esu that we invoke to get a clue where we are in that polarity.
....so we've all noticed Rihanna drastically increasing the darkness and "edginess" of her public image. Now complete with the inevitable blonde transformation required for every female pop star to ascend, she now often sports an eyepatch to make even clearer her link with the one eyed antichrist or lucifer or horus...
for a while now, I've been likening the new Rihanna in my head to the Brazilian entity Pomba-Gira which is the female aspect, or consort, of Exu-- Exu being the trickster diety (see: Eleggua in Santeria/Lucumi/Yoruba, Legba in Vodoun, Loki in Norse, Hermes in Greek, etc) more often likened to the Christian Devil, the Kabbalist/Freemasonic/Illuminat Lucifer, or, somewhere between the two, at least respected as the Satan of the Biblical Book of Job that tempts Job with God's permission to test his faith and aid in his spiritual growth.
From my understanding, aside from Exu (capital "E"), everyone according to Brazilian belief has an individual exu and pomba-gira that walks with them, like a "muerto" for the spiritist Santeros...these exus and pombagiras (lower-case) are the spirits of those who did bad in life, gangsters gamblers and prostitutes usually, who are boung to walk the earth in death and, having no morals, grant petitioners' wishes with exchange of sacrifice and perhaps candle-light and prayers to help them ascend to heaven if they wish, like the Nkisi of Palo....
Here (highly recommended) and here for more info....
Noticing the imagery most commonly used for Pomba-gira, one sees gypsy women, dark-haired, often with red dresses and shoes, red skin, horns and pointed tails, most always with breasts exposed....
This bruja drew her personal Pomba Gira here...she says:
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Pomba Gira is the female side of Exú, the brazilian name of Eleggua, and the Queen of Kimbanda and Candomblé, two afro-brazilian religions which share its origins with Santeria, but where Exú and Pomba Gira are the most important figures. What you see in the drawing is her traditional representation – a smokin’-hot demoness with red skin and dark hair. She is also represented as a gypsy woman, and one of her most famous aspects, María Padilla, was the lover of spanish king Pedro I, so she was probably of gypsy or Andalusian origin. She rules love, sexuality and passion, but she is also a fantastic business woman, and the protector of all outsiders, outlaws and people outside the margins of society, as well as of the poor and homeless. She is fierce and highly temperamental, but merciful and protective with those who are her kind.
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Rihanna has enjoyed walking around lately with breasts exposed, a little strange considering she's only 21. Each time I am reminded of that, I shudder. I don't think a normal 21 year old wakes up wanting to look like she does, dress as she does, surrounding herself with darkness and aggression like she does...She seems mysterious and dark like a Pombagira, sexy as opposed to an Oshun-like sensuality; her sexuality is bold and dark, almost painful, punishing even as it is ecstaticly wild. She seems almost tortured for her own sexuality, but tortured the way a Jimmy Cagney character would be, not a Humphrey Bogart, if you know what I mean. She could easily be imagined as one of the crew, surrounded by gangsters and pimps-- not merely one of their "broads" or molls, but genuinely one of them, even if some or all of them may have once had her (i.e. "we Rockafella")
Rihanna seems to have been used as a vessel for darker lust spirits/demons (or, for the non spiritual minded, darker MK-ultra beta alter-egos, even though I don't see a difference at all) through sex rituals (see Ciara video embedded below, courtesy MsOutofTheBox)...could Pombagira be the one?
Hearing/seeing this gives me chills every time, and I find tears in my eyes every time....My people, my people is all I can think. This scene/song encompasses the soul of many a Black man in my opinion, even today. An entire history, an entire experience and an archetype is in these few minutes... The degree of oppression, where you dare not speak, cry, scream your pain or terror or longing but must instead sing it, choke it down and twist it until it comes out your throat a laugh instead. We are a laughing people, joking jokes about what's not funny at all. In literature, I personally feel Toni Morrison illustrates it best, especially in Song of Solomon and a bit in Beloveed (damn Oprah to hell for that triflin film adaptation of it, pure blasphemous parody)....
There is something romantic about that railroad man, that chain gang lost lover, that steel driver. John Henry or Oggun?
Welcome to my blog, lovely people. If you have somehow fallen upon this randomness-- congratulations! You have just joined me on my obsessive quest for Enlightenment (must be careful not to call it Illumination as...well...you'll see the mistake in that eventually). I'd wonder how you've come to my humble blog abode...StumbleUpon? Random Google search? how? why? But I suppose it doesn't matter. What matters is you're here and will hopefully continue to drift back from time to time.
