Into the Light

Last year, in the context of negotiating technology contracts on behalf of corporations and firms involved in offering or procuring extremely advanced technology, I became privy to some highly confidential information. Due to my work on prior cases, I immediately saw the risk: the development of AI-enabled software and processes to facilitate the procurement of live human "data."

Upon obtaining a glimpse of their newest forced labor scheme designed to flow money, resources, and human bodies to "them,” I attempted to recuse myself from the project.

Well, recused may be "far too weak of a word"

In fact, once I was cornered (and nearly caged) the top female attorney at the stealth start-up I was working for at the time (the general counsel) gave me an ultimatum: either I place someone else in the box (more specifically, a comparable female*) or I would need to get in there myself.

"What?" I thought.

I was incredulous.

She was dead serious.

Showdown

I swear, her face then kind of contorted.

Cold and expressionless, I felt like I was staring into the face of something Demonic.

I mean, she did not budge.

Not only did she demand that I sign the contract granting them the right to put me in a box* she made it clear that any answer other than unconditional agreement would be subject to a result tantamount to sudden death

Devil and consequences notwithstanding, I could not believe what she was asking me to do.

First of all, I knew for damn sure that I was not getting in the box (or on the ship or in the cage).

And, I was not putting anyone else in there either.

Upon recognizing that we were indeed at an impasse, and that the expected deal with the Devil was impossible, I became fearless.

Death was the result, either way.

"Fuck your damned contract," I told her.

(silently, in my head)

I then called her a Snake.

(true, in writing)

The consequences meant nothing to me.

For this one, I was willing to Die.

Right there on the Spot.

Not too long after that, I could hear my ancestors in the back of my mind talking about things done in the Dark and the Light.

It felt like every powerful Female I had ever known was singing it and saying it and humming it all together, united and in unison.

At the same time, I could hear my grandfathers, great uncles, uncles, and cousins slapping hands, sounding like they had just come across the greatest luck of their lives:

”We finally got those son-of-a-bitches. Those nasty, sneaky, thieving motherfuckers. We got 'em! We finally got you bastards."

The Look of Betrayal

At that point, my relatives and all the Black, Brown, Poor men and women you lured from the South to go work "up North" in the auto industry with the promise of working on brand new cars stepped forward.

Seeing the look of betrayal on their faces and the hatred in their eyes, I wonder how different all our lives would have been if you had told them the truth you knew even then -- which is that all those good-paying jobs would soon be gone, replaced by machines.

I imagine that the brother in the photo (who bears a striking resemblance to my Uncle Charles) was looking up because he had spotted their recording devices. In that moment, he is probably realizing that they were all hired so that their movements could be observed, tracked, and recorded for the purpose of training "their" machines.)

The Book of Numbers

And then my father stepped forward to confirm that the family numbers they previously showed me were in my head and surrounding my space.

"Yes," I confirmed, "I can see that number even now, right before my eyes.”

Thereafter, my mother showed me the real light, the true path, thereby instantly untangling the false one.

After all that shouting and celebrating, my Aunt Alice (the elder who named me Bird) sat me down to make sure that I had written the exact words from the exact version of the Bible she was quoting from, which are as follows:

For nothing is secret that will not be revealed, nor anything hidden that will not be known and come to light. -- Luke 8:17

The Book of Names

After writing the words, my grandmother (named Rose and whom we called Nana) looked over my shoulder to confirm that I had written the words exactly as they appeared on the page, including the placement of each period, punctuation, and comma.

And, then my grandfather Nathaniel (whom everyone called Jack) leaned in to confirm that I had included the correct numerical references for each chapter, verse, and line.

The Hidden Rose

Together, my grandparents were Jack & Rose. Just like the characters from the Titanic movie.

Certainly not a coincidence.

Indeed, alignments of this magnitude point directly toward truth.

Do you agree, Former Colleague? (whom others know as President and CEO). Remember, you, me and our other colleague saw the movie together, on the first night it opened back in 1997?

Apparently, with all the “Titanic-like alignments” already in place even then, the two of you knew then the truth I know now.

So, I was your sacrifice? The blood that fueled your unimaginable "game" and “special access.”

You stole my life. Me and my “ghost” will haunt you forever.*

Body Snatchers

It's so interesting how "history" repeats itself, over and over again, yet curiously involving facts and circumstances that bend to their favor.

In fact, “they” are still using the same tactics to lure black, brown, and poor bodies to their ships even today.

Read the contract, people. Please, read the contract. When you do, you will realize that "All that Glitters is Not Gold.”

In exchange for their money and “guidance” have you sold your soul? -- which these days is referred to as “data." By signing the contract -- authorizing them to interview, record, monitor, and track you -- what they really want is "data" to feed and train their machines, now known as "AI." Once they own your data they will declare ownership of you. They will then use their technology to control you. (Sound familiar?).

They use legalese and coded language to disguise the truth behind their “generosity.” But in reality, it is a modern-day "Tuskegee Experiment" in which they are seeking to mold you to their liking.

In fact, behind closed doors, it is called "taming" -- an extraction and infusion process aimed directly at us based on their belief that we need to be “trained and tamed” in order to be more amenable to working for "them."

Read the contract, people. Or, better yet, go and watch Get Out, Us, Antebellum, and the recent film They Cloned Tyrone. The seemingly outlandish facts discussed in these films are true: the success of their future depends on the theft of black bodies (again).

The Reaction

It amazes me each time how "they" act shocked when the facts surrounding their betrayal become known and the people react.

The photo was taken in Detroit 1967 - a scene that took place about a block from where I was born in that same year. As much as "they" would like to blame us for that eruption, my question is: "What did you expect to happen when you lure people to their deaths?"

And, if you think that "death" is too strong or far too dramatic, let's just recount the facts: After you took their jobs and closed the factories, you then sent them off to war. Many of them returned to their families traumatized, injured, disabled, and hooked on drugs. You then rounded them up and sent them to prison, leaving their families emotionally devastated and driven into a cycle of poverty. Now, I dare you to say "lured to their deaths" is an inaccurate characterization.

I see clearly now that the entire Universe is aligned for this truth to be revealed. The jig is up. Did you really think that "the law" insulates you from greed and corruption?

You have done the exact same thing to us since the beginning of your fake time.

The difference Now is that we see you.

We've got your number.

This is our Exodus.

Silence is Golden

At the end of the lesson, my people told me, "Don't ever say those words out loud."

I knew exactly what they were referring to — they are chastising me about the profanity. I tried to explain that I don’t “cuss” in real life, only here on these pages, in the voice of an Avatar, but they still don't like it.

"Next time..."

Thereafter, they told me the "real secret" which this time I will keep to myself.

Diamonds are Forever

My Aunt Ruth then came forward, standing there proudly and confidently beside her mother, my Grandmother Ruth, and said, “Baby, never again play their game, not even one more time."

My beloved Aunt Lillian then added, “You, my dear, are a rare diamond. Leave these things behind you." (pointing to the specs of flesh on the ground below).

End Game

Another elder, my Uncle Bud, then asked me "You play checkers?"

Instantly, I saw their entire game.

I knew exactly what not to do next.

The Fire This Time

In the revised standoff, Luke 8:17 flashed in my mind.

Immediately thereafter, without displaying even a hint of emotion, I looked that bitch straight in the eye and unflinchingly declined their damned slavery contract.

After walking away, I looked up just in time to witness my Uncle Willie, my Uncle Charles, my Grandfathers Will and Jack, my Grandmothers Ruth and Rose, my mother and father, both of my brothers, my sister, myself, all my cousins and each and every relative I have ever known standing there stoically and fearlessly.

In that moment, we knew that the Beast that had haunted our family had been conquered.

Thereafter, I assumed my natural place in the sky, ensuring that prophecy is fulfilled and Dreams materialize.

Now, level up.