Guiding Principles of an Adinkrahene Agent (of Change)

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WE descend from great, charismatic leadership.

WE commit to developing strong minds, strong bodies and strong spirits.

WE work diligently to rebuild the Beloved Community – the Pangean Nation.

WE reject any and all attempts to put profits over people.

WE give selflessly of our time, talent and treasure.

 

From ADINKRAHENE: Fear of a Black Planet by J.A. Faulkerson

Copyright 2014.  All rights reserved.

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Excerpt # 2 from ADINKRAHENE: Fear of a Black Planet

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“We were through two years into our marriage,” Selina exclaimed.  “Found out he had been cheating on me when the Bulls were on the road.  One of his tricks gave him herpes.”

We were seated at a table in Sweet Georgia Brown’s Soul Food Restaurant.  Smooth jazz emanated through the room as patrons either claimed or relinquished their tables.  I was pleased to see that Selina had changed from her pant suit to a yellow and white summer dress with a low-hanging front.  Selina smiled when she spotted me staring at her rack.       

“That had to hurt,” I replied.  My tongue took another swipe at the rib meat lodged in my back teeth.   

“You haven’t changed one bit.”  Selina tugged at the top of her dress.  “Those eyes of yours are still as shifty as ever.”

I chuckled as I rested my arms on the table. 

She continued, “I always liked you, J.  I know I used to give you a hard time about being so quiet, but you were always good to me.  I think of you often, you know?”

“Really?”

“Yes.  Really.  I even subscribed to the Post when the Bureau relocated me to Los Angeles.  You’re an excellent writer.  Loving your new book.  It is opening my eyes to how unchecked power corrupts.” 

“Glad to hear that,” I said, leaning in.  “But I know you didn’t invite me here just to talk about my book.  What’s up?”

Selina breathed in deeply.  “I’m living in D.C. now, J,” she whispered.  “Been here two weeks.  Working a new assignment.  Cold case division.”  She took another deep breath.  “That’s why I’m here, J.  We just reopened one of those cases, the one I told you about at UT.”

“The one involving your grandmother?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, you’re going to be fighting an uphill battle, girl.  I profiled Shuler for the Post, remember?  When his father Watson retired from the Senate.  The man is squeaky clean.”

“But no one has ever been able to explain how my grandmother’s body was pulled from the river in Montgomery when she had just gotten off work in Jackson.  Remember, she never got on that two o’clock bus, J.  Two and half months passed before they found her body.” 

I noticed tears welling up in Selina’s eyes.  “I was invited to the press conference as one of their special guests.  But I’m tired of maintaining this façade, like everything is alright between us.  It’s not.  I’m just trying to keep my enemies closer than my friends.  Did his announcement surprise me?  Hell, yeah, it did.  But I should have seen it coming.”  Selina breathed in deeply as she used her napkin to wipe at her eyes.  “This new assignment gives me the resources and authority to take him down, J.  I’m also aligned with a group that believes better days are ahead for people like you and me.  We just need a little help from a political insider.  You game?”

Selina placed her napkin back on the table.      

She continued, “The American Dream – the pursuit of life, liberty and happiness – is nothing but a façade, J.  A façade that has been created to keep us in check, line the pockets of rich white men.  Taking the Shulers’ down gets us one step closer to exposing what my benefactor calls the Corporate Cabal.”

Selina then reached into her purse to pull out a metallic business card with aluminum wording and graphics.  She placed it on the table in front of me.

“What’s this?” I asked, studying the card.  On one side of the card was the image of one, smaller, red circle inside two larger ones.  A telephone number was centered in black on the other side.

“Call that number,” Selina exhorted as she stood.  “With your help, Kyle Shuler will finally pay for what he did to my grandmother.”  Then, as she turned to leave, “We know it as the Adinkrahene symbol.  Google it when you get home.  Once you take this first step, our hope is you will be more open to what we have to say.”

Copyright 2014 by Jeffery A. Faulkerson.  All rights reserved.

Excerpt from ADINKRAHENE: Fear of a Black Planet

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Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, An American Slave

Unpublished Excerpt

April 19, 1843

I write this letter under the cloak of darkness.  I am a free man, an abolitionist, residing in the northern American states.  But now that I have gazed into the eyes of the enemy, I am once again bound, by fear.

The enemy I speak of is not of this world.  I can make this claim because I traveled to their world through something my green-skinned friend Daygon calls the Intergalactic Connector.  The Intergalactic Connector allows Satarians – that’s what they call themselves – to travel to and from other planets, teleport away from detection or danger.

As I watched them from an underground Satarian overlook – with Daygon by my side – I concluded that the Satarians are vile creatures.  Besides having green skins and forked tongues, they also stand at least ten feet tall, both male and female.  Physiologically, their bodies resemble our own.

Daygon told me that his people were created by Lucifer, or Satan, as full grown adults days after Adam and Eve were expelled from the Garden of Eden.  The Satarian race was created for the sole purpose of taking possession of the Earth to rule over us, its inhabitants.  I asked Daygon why his people did not invade our planet immediately after our foreparents’ expulsion from Eden, and he said it was because of people who look like me, the descendants of Africa.

It was then that Daygon recounted mankind’s origins.  According to Daygon, Adam was created in God’s image, from the dark African sands of Eden.  Adam was a black man.  Because there was no suitable helpmate for Adam, God created Eve from one of Adam’s ribs.  Because Eve came directly from Adam, she was black as well.

Supernatural forces were at work during Adam and Eve’s residency in the Garden of Eden. Their first act of sexual intimacy in Eden caused a tidal wave of creative, electro-magnetic energy to cascade beyond Eden’s borders and across the nation of Pangea. Adam’s sperm and Eve’s eggs mingled with Eden’s embryonic sands to spread through the Pangean nation, producing multi-colored humans that spoke a common language. They would continue to speak this common language until God confounded them. They had disobeyed God by constructing a tower to get closer to Him.  This construct came to be known as the Tower of Babel.

The Satarians’ infiltration into human culture became more purposeful and strategic fifty years before the Babylonians built their tower to God.  This was a time when everyone in Babel was united in thought and purpose.  Its citizens also believed in the one, true God.  But it was a time when embedded Satarians laid the groundwork for dividing and conquering the united Pangean nation.  Lucifer reminded the most loyal members of his sect that a kingdom divided cannot stand.

Masquerading as lighter-skinned Babylonians, they convinced other lighter-skinned Babylonians that they were better than the darker-skinned ones.  Thus began a race to the top, with the victorious racial group being allowed to offer up its own version of world history and humanity’s relationship with the one, true God.

After God confounded their language and scattered them across the Earth, members of the lighter-skinned group committed themselves to ruling over their darker-skinned siblings.  The Satarians in their midst provided them with the advanced weaponry they needed to subvert the darker-skinned groups.  They were also able to create tools and devices that revolutionized the way humanity lived, worked and played.  And if and when they saw something interesting that was created by members of the darker-skinned groups, they claimed it as their own.

Daygon said there are other residents on Sataria who do not want to invade Earth.  They would much rather use the Intergalactic Connector to explore other planets in the universe.  Taking such a position is considered blasphemy to the leaders of the Satarian Empire, for it is a demonstration of affection for the one, true God.  Lucifer wants to prove to all creation that he is God’s better.  However, achieving this lofty goal was made even more difficult when many of the early blasphemers deserted his camp.  They used their Intergalactic Connectors to escape Sataria and build peace-loving colonies on other habitable worlds.

My African brothers and sisters, I received confirmation from Daygon that we are God’s chosen people, the instruments that God is using to thwart Lucifer’s schemes.  Daygon told me that Lucifer directed his minions to remove many of us from Africa so our minds would be fixated on our victimization and not on discovering the source of our strength.

That source is Eden, Daygon says.  And it is located somewhere in Africa.  Find it, and you will know power like you have never known before.

Our beautiful, black bodies are supernaturally linked to Eden.  Therefore, I tend to believe our best days are ahead of us, not behind.  The natural sons and daughters of Eden will rise up again to provide the charismatic leadership that this world needs to rebuild the Pangean nation.  To rebuild the Beloved Community of equals.

Adinkrahene!

 

Copyright 2014 by Jeffery A. Faulkerson.  All rights reserved.