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Sunday, August 21, 2016

Hollywood Theater Sorcery & The Rebirth of A Super Predator Nation




If a racist white cop, had a big black cock, would he beat it to death? Some say that there’s a thin line between love and hate, but what is there to be said about the non-existent boundaries between lust and loathing?


All over the United States of America there are disgruntled white male police officers  patrolling crowded ghettos with big black night sticks.  Meanwhile, many of their wives and daughters are up in the dead of night sending text messages with eggplant and prayer emojis to Tyrone and Jerome. Those black night sticks are killing the cops, yet they continue to clutch them on the beat with itchy fingers on the trigger.


With their fragile egos battered and bruised, several racist white cops have constructed a mythology around themselves as a coping mechanism in these circumstances. Despite being among the largest consumers of interracial porn featuring white women and brolic black studs with fake gold chains and du-rags, the cops imagine themselves as superheroes wholly dedicated to the virtuous task of “Making America Great Again.” 


This of course entails purging this once great nation of young Black super predators who pray on the sexual innocence of the ever-vulnerable white female. These racist cops wish to rekindle the glory of D.W. Griffith’s film Rebirth of A Nation (1915), which casts the Klu Klux Klan as heroes who rescue post-reconstruction America from the clutches of  the evil and oppressive Black Man.


As this old mythos conjured in the minds of white male policy enforcers plays out in the streets of America, many Blacks lament the blatant disregard for Black life. As a response to all of the madness, their collective myth consists of a messianic male figure who will seduce them with his charisma, and galvanize them with his strength of singular purpose.


In other words, many Blacks are still under the impression that this awesome Brother is going to come along and do ALL of the hard work for them. Many will praise a Jessie Williams for being eloquently outspoken at an awards ceremony. At the same time, they refuse to stick up for themselves under day-to-day circumstances, as if there is any single man or woman who is going to tell Blacks something that they don’t already know about what they “need to do” in 2017.


Many yearn for the sincere Black man who is a preacher, a mystic, and a warrior all rolled into one. They want a modern day Nat Turner. Nat Turner was the truth.


Born as a prisoner of war in the month of scales (the Libra scales denote court houses and justice) Turner lead the United States of America’s biggest slave revolt on August 22, 1831. Turner and his brothers with burners killed every body walking who was not in spiritual solidarity with the freedom of Black slaves. It is estimated that nearly 60 men, women, and children died in the aftermath of Turner’s slave rebellion. The bloodbath intensified anti-slavery sentiments across the nation.






After being apprehended for a brief court trial that was more of an occult ritual than it was a justice preceding, Turner was executed by Virginia authorities on November 11, 1831. Recalling the spiritual revelations that lead to his decision to rebel Turner reportedly said:


I now withdrew myself as much as my situation would permit, from the intercourse of my fellow servants, for the avowed purpose of serving the Spirit more fully--and it appeared to me, and reminded me of the things it had already shown me, and that it would then reveal to me the knowledge of the elements, the revolution of the planets, the operation of tides, and changes of the seasons. After this revelation in the year 1825, and the knowledge of the elements being made known to me, I sought more than ever to obtain true holiness…” 


This is very interesting, because according to Turner’s own account—as it was relayed to us by slave-owning Virginia attorney Thomas R. Gray—he did not dabble in conjure root work which he supposedly thought was a waste of time. Turner was good old Christian, and not a calculating crypto-Christo spiritualist. Whatever.


When we examine Turner’s above quote which is taken from the same documented confession, along with the fact that traditional  African spiritual practices were seen as a threat to slave-holders, it seems that Turner’s disrespect for the conjure tradition was totally contrived by Gray. In it is my opinion that the confessions of Nat Turner, as told to Thomas R. Gray, is part journalism, part propaganda that was designed to serve the interests of Virginia’s slave-driven economy. Furthermore, what is the likelihood that the Turner Rebellion was coincidentally 40 years to the exact day of the Haitian Revolution, which involved the practice of Obeah and Voudun.




The Summer of 1831 was a hot one. Turner’s soul was in a furnace. Within the context of contemporary urban linguistics, a gun is a “burner.” However a burner may literally be a furnace and a furnace can be a burner when we consider the purpose and function of these nouns within the context of standard English. For the symbo-literate, the gun, the furnace, and the burner all occupy the same space at the same time within the mind’s eye because they are all yoked through symbolic thought.


An artistic mind is a library of symbols. Nat Turner’s soul was in a furnace, therefore it was lodged inside of his gun, which thereby became a spiritual instrument used for spiritual work on behalf of his people. Today, we are all Nat Turner and our only guns are the tools that propel and catapult the divine intent of spirit forward.


Nate Parker has revived the memory of Nat Turner among those who’ve dared to forget about him and his heroic sacrifice. Parker wrote, directed and starred in the Turner bio-pic entitled Birth of A Nation which is to be released this October, which is the same month that Nat Turner was born. The new Turner film shares the same title as the early 20th century film that alludes to Black men’s preoccupation with white women’s vaginas.





After viewing a trailer for for the new Turner film two years ago I felt excited. But I later felt confused when I learned that it was being financed into mainstream movie theaters across the U.S. by Fox Searchlight.  The film distributor is owned by the same people who give us Fox News, which for years, has laid the ideological foundation for what has become Donald Trump’s presidential campaign.


Nate Parker, who was born in Virginia like Nat Turner, is married to a white woman who has given him five daughters. Very recently I learned that Parker and Jean Celestin, who helped him write the Nat Turner biopic, had rape charges filed against them both while they were high profile students on Penn State’s wrestling team  in 1999. Parker was acquitted, while Celestin was sentenced to six months in jail for rape.


He appealed that verdict, and was set for a retrial in 2005. It was never brought to retrial because the alleged rape victim reportedly did not want to go back to court. This alleged victim was a white woman who reportedly received $17,500 in a separate settlement from Penn State after she left the school before graduating. She committed suicide in 2012, the same year that Parker starred in the film, Red Tails, about the heroic Tuskegee Airmen.  In the psychology of the white male Christian, the mention of a “red tail” may evoke the diabolic image of the King of Hell.




Parker reportedly received $17.5 million dollars from Fox Searchlight for the right to distribute his film, which is the largest payout ever for a Sundance Film Festival feature. Hollywood was started, and is still run, by Jewish families. In the Hebrew gematria used by Jewish mystics the number “175” represents the “King of Hell” among other things. In the Christian mythos the king of hell is Satan, therefore giving Parker $17.5 million would be the Judaic mystical equivalent of giving him the infernal crown that belongs to Satan. According to The Order of the Klu Klux Klan, Satan is a youthful, virile Black male with a big black night stick that he beats curious white women with.


This is one of the reasons why racist white males clutching big black night sticks and shiny, firm black pistols, keep shooting unarmed young Black men down without impunity. Although I don’t know how true it is, I’ve read that black dildos sell the most because they evoke more intense feelings of power like the monolith floating around Jupiter (the planet associated with kingship) in the Stanley Kubrick film, Space Odyssey 2010.


The reoccurring figure of “175” seems to suggest that Fox Searchlight was well aware of  the rape charges that the young white woman filed against Parker and Celestin who wrote The Birth of A Nation together.


 To me it seems that Fox green lighted Parker and Celestin’s new version of The Birth of A Nation (the two men came up with that title) just to reinvigorate the energy and spirit of the ORIGINAL film by financing two men whom some might say embody its central theme of Black Super Predators.


Mind you, the leading corporate media outlets are reporting that Parker’s film is expected to be an Oscar favorite in 2017. Of course “Oscar” is a phonetic anagram for “Ptah-Sokar” the Kemetic netcher that the Oscar statue was modeled off of.


Lets lift up the legacies  of our storied ancestors by studying Hollywood game as far as story telling, writing,  production, and business is concerned.  We must tell our own stories so that we dont soil the legacies of our Nat Turners which are compromised through the efforts of Hollywood Theater Sorcery. Black writers need to seriously study world mythology, human psychology, and the spiritual sciences to propel ourselves and our ancestors forward into the future with pride and dignity.








Friday, August 12, 2016

Toronto Sound Vol. 1: A Memoir of the City's Rising Producers





If you think that you know all there is to know about Hip-Hop, think again.

TORONTO SOUND VOL 1: A MEMOIR OF THE CITY'S RISING PRODUCERS is a necessary and insightful contribution to the diverse tapestry of Hip-Hip culture. The book is written by KLFTN, who is the architect of Toronto's famous BATTLE OF THE BEAT MAKERS (BOTBM) competition.

This new book highlights the highs and lows of an independent entrepreneur who established Toronto's premier Hip-Hop event in 2005. BOTBM has assisted in launching the music careers of producers T-Minus, Boi-1da, and a rapper you may have heard of known as Drake. The foreword was written by me. It's the first that I've written, so I'm pretty excited.

More info is to come concerning this book project, including how you can purchase it. My company, Sibyl Creative Consulting, is here for your artistic and literary needs. The website is coming soon. Please share with those who may care. Peace!


Sunday, July 17, 2016

Virtues of the Ego: Unlocking the Power Within (FREE E-BOOK)




It seemingly came out of nowhere from Mind Glow Media to you. This new FREE e-book is entitled Virtues of the Ego: Unlocking the Power Within by King Esoterio the Great. Donations are welcomed. Just click the yellow donate button on your right. You can download the e-book t today by clicking right HERE. Enjoy your day.






Saturday, June 11, 2016

Fire & Water: The Future of Popular Black Music in the "Aquarian" Age




Shoguns don’t show guns. They wield razor sharp swords and tactile words to slay bums.

The first rap song that I ever heard was “AJ Scratch” by Kurtis Blow. It  was playing on the radio over my parents’ living room sound system. I’ll never forget it, because I thought that the music, and the hook in between the verses, were so UGLY. 

At about 5 years old, I was introduced to a sound that was far more base, and far more primitive, than the melodic tones of Gregory Isaacs, Jacob Miller, Dennis Brown and other reggae artists I was raised on. Although I grew to appreciate it in my teens, I didn’t like the rap music of the early 1980s. It sounded like cave man music to me with its drum machines and minimalist approach with stripped down beats.

Big Daddy Kane got my attention in the late 1980s with songs like “Set It Off,” and “Smooth Operator.” I also liked “Fight the Power,” by Public Enemy.

However I wasn’t actively checking for music, much less anything that resembled hip hop, until 1990 when Bell Biv Devoe’s “Poison” and MC Hammer’s “Can’t Touch This” ruled my summer. I was 11-years-old.

From there my older cousin, who used to crack on me for listening to MC Hammer, introduced me to a universe of bona fide artists like Special Ed, EPMD, Ice Cube, Brand Nubians, Lord Finesse and countless others.

Within a few years of my Great Awakening, I started to see the music lay siege to the Billboard Music charts through acts like Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, Naughty by Nature, Nas, Tupac, and Wu-Tang Clan. The shoguns had arrived to silence the critics who had long argued that rap music was a passing fad that would inevitably disappear into the dark night of public indifference.

Some people feel that rap music, which is the defining art form of hip hop culture for so many,  is on life support because those who are currently identified as its most popular acts are not lyrical shoguns like Kool G. Rap, KRS One, or Rakim. What I honestly find most amusing about this critique is the fact that none of these younger artists, to my knowledge, have ever claimed to be rappers, much less be the reincarnation of any of the aforementioned lyrical greats.

They’re ASSUMED to be rappers because they are generally young Black men from urban areas who wear jewelry, display the same mannerisms, use similar slang, and favor forms of fashion comparable to your classic rapper.

My question to you, the reader, is do these elements necessarily make these young brothers rappers? Is curry chicken the same as curry goat because both are made with curry powder, salt, peppers and onions?  Yeah, these new guys you hear teenagers listening to are rhyming over music, but so was Bob Dylan back in the 1960s. He isn’t a rapper though. Neither were The Last Poets

The INTENT behind Dylan and the Poets’ music is different from Jay-Z’s or Mobb Deep’s. I’m not talking about the subject matter, either. I’m talking about the very markers that allow us to determine, beyond reasonable doubt, that the artist is highly efficient at what they do. In order to objectively determine whether or not someone is effective at what they do the INTENT behind their actions must be crystal clear to you. You must know their established goal.

If I’m frying some whitings and you assume that I’m trying to make broiled salmon, you’ll say that I’m a wack cook despite the fact that my fish are tasty and came out perfect for the people I’m frying them for. I wasn’t trying to make you broiled salmon.



What are Desiigner’s intentions when he goes into the studio? You said to sound like Future? Haha. You’re too funny!!!  All jokes aside, The Last Poets said some fly shit, but they weren’t trying to RIDE THE BEAT with their rhymes. A rapper is one who RIDES THE BEAT WITH THEIR SPOKEN WORDS AND TONAL INFLECTIONS.

But what do you call a recording artist who  fluidly rides the beat with vocalizations that are not exactly words? Is he still a rapper solely because his performance involves the use of skills that are applicable to rapping (such as bioglyphics, which are the hand gestures used as a guide to help get the lyrics out on beat), or is he something entirely new based on his intentions which clearly differs from a rapper’s?

Is jazz great Al Jarreau wack because he didn’t “make sense” when he was scatting? Please watch the educational video below before you dis Kid Kudi or Young Thug about their preferred style of vocal delivery. The African mind sees similarities before differences.






Guys like Future, Fetty Wap, Young Thug, Desiigner and others boast about getting high, increasing their finances, and living lives of luxury as many rappers have. However, they’ve never directly aligned themselves with the code of the rap samurai who lives for the thrill of the battle while brooding over the wordplay in their verbose poetry.

When I listen to Future on “Maybach,” which is a great song, I hear an African American artist with a heavy southern drawl doing an incredible job of composing Jamaican dancehall music, which is the most unapologetically African of all the contemporary music genres of the western hemisphere. “Fuck Up Some Commas,” is African American dancehall with a dirty south slant on it. I like it.

The Jamaican dancehall deejay places a greater emphasis on feeling and vocal flow than cerebral wordplay. This is why when you look at all of the great rappers who are of Jamaican descent (Heavy D, Busta Rhymes, Notorious B.I.G., Slick Rick), they all have impeccable cadence. They grew up on classic dancehall. As a writer, I prefer rap music to dancehall in most instances. It gives me more inspiration for what I love to do.



No one in the history of dancehall is fucking with Nas or Ghostface Killah when it comes to utilizing the power of vivid words. At the same token, none of those classic rappers can shut down a dance or get women excited and moving like Shabba Ranks or Beenie Man can. I love what all of these artists bring to my ears. Variety is the spice of life.

The astrology Nazis keep telling us that we’re entering the Age of Aquarius, the age of the water bearer. Some of them will even crucify the young recording artists of today for plotting their own path and not trying to be the next Chuck D in skinny jeans. But what does the Age of Aquarius mean for the imminent future of Black popular music?

The self-righteous astrologers can’t tell you because they dont really know. It means that your power as a recording artist to connect with millions of people will be based on your ability to touch their EMOTIONS before stimulating their intellect. The majority of the human body is made of water. Your vocalizations must sacrifice some of the fiery verbiage of the cerebral cortex in order  to stir the water body of the masses through windshield wiper flows and melodic cadences.

If yo’re talking about straight bars, Notorious B.I.G. was FAR more talented than Tupac ever was. He had an assortment of flows (“Notorious Thugs” doesn’t sound like “Who Shot Ya?”) and his wordplay was far more nuanced and intricate than Pac’s. Big is a rap god!!! His legacy is undeniable!!! However Tupac is a bigger cultural icon, and in my opinion, made more powerful MUSIC than B.I.G!!! There’s a reason why Tupac is more powerful and the reason has already been explained.


Liquid fire is the future. The musical greats who have yet to emerge will burn you while making you wet. 


Sunday, June 5, 2016

Ask Third Eye Max A Question Now




Ask me a question... Any question... I will be taking 22 of your questions and answering them in a rare video presentation. So if you ever wanted to know something about me, or see me go into further detail on something that I have written, or haven't written about, then this is a cool opportunity to do so.

All that you have to do is pose your single question in the box  provided in the Survey Monkey web link below. It's that simple. Your identity will be anonymous. I will not know who you are when you submit your question, but if you choose to identify yourself I'll feel more inclined to make answering your question a priority if I recognize you by name as a patron and supporter of Third Eye Max.

If I think your question is useful to the Third Eye Max readership, then you are probably good to go for the video whether I know you or not. Thank you for your support.



Saturday, June 4, 2016

Let Us Make Man in Our Image: The Other Side of the Zodiac



Empowered men and women who mold world culture and civilization seem to realize intellectually, or intuitively, that the stars and planets of the zodiac may have an impact on them, but they do not have complete and total control over their day to day actions, speech, and movements. They propel us, but they don’t compel us, unless we give away all of our personal power.

The extent to which we embody the negative stereotypes of our zodiac signs is the extent to which we play the bitch role, face down, ass up, to the planets  and  the stars.

However, by augmenting our personal magnetic fields we put ourselves on a path of evolution where we inevitability join the royal court of celestial luminaries. When ancient man spoke of what we today understand as “gods” and “goddesses” they were talking about men and women who carried a magnetic resonance that allowed them to influence people in the same way that you are influenced by the stellar bodies of the zodiac. The closest thing you may have to a god or a goddess in this respect, today, is a highly influential celebrity.

We weaken our magnetic fields when we maliciously encroach upon the dignity of others. So the saying “do unto others as you would have them do unto you,” has nothing to do with “others” but has everything to do with you. Think about that.

If you do not, at the very least, believe that you have the capacity to communicate effectively while Mercury is in retrograde then it is only because you are Mercury’s bitch and are thereby subject to all of its gifts and curses. You might as well have auditioned for a role as an extra in the web series Underground or the new Roots movie because you are a total and complete slave to the magnetic resonance of people, places, and things.

You’ll hear people say things that may sound to you like this: “I’m just a product of my degraded environment, therefore I have no choice but to be the mediocre nigger I am,” or “I can’t afford to buy food for my children to eat because the white man who has only existed  for 7-8,000 years is holding me down.”

 A “god” or a “goddess” doesn't rationalize their perceived limitations based on the positioning of terrestrial or stellar bodies. They burn their perceived limitations away. You and I don’t  exist. We are creating ourselves at this very moment by forging our souls in the fires of wise words that meld steel.

LET US MAKE MAN IN OUR IMAGE!!! The “US” in this context is a collection of integrated psychic elements, that magnetize the “prima materia” that idealized psychic compound that you and I access as  higher mind.


The “MAN” is the man or the womb man that you  see when you look at yourself in the mirror with the Eye of the master sculptor who is eager to create. Look into the pupils of your own eyes. Can you feel the excitement?