Ises to InI humbled in the awesome and iverlasting unbeggotten cause of Iration. All praises and virtue are reserved for the throne, on which seateth InI Majesties Emperor Haile I Selassie I, Sunball King and iver burning fiyah... and HIM loyal & virtuous wife and Empress Menen I Selassie I, moonflower, Earth-Mother, Queen Omega... Iniversal Iawta, Ausar!
I'm new to this forum, and not sure if I will be reposting, but I was moved iritically and had to jump in here and say something... even if it is only to blaze a hottah fiyah on the words of one, who is said to be a "womb"an and has placed the fallacy of walking on water anywhere near the Iternal and iverlasting REAL-ity of child birth. How many times have you seen somebody walk on water..? Yet every day InI take breath and know not from where our lifebreath comes?
I suppose the I likes the fallacy of Adam and his ribcage, Eve? Yet every day the I awakes, takes a shower and looks down onto the belly button, where InI iverlasting mark of life salvation and innection to the womb is there to remind InI of the blessing of iration.
And you say you are who? God? And you say you like Holy Prince Emmanuel's talk of InI as God and Goddess in flesh? Did you ever hear of Prince Emmanuel declare himself GOD? Mi say STRAIGHT RED HOTTAH FIYAH blaze and purge ego and vanity. RED!
I do overs the general essence of the philosophy the I them are trying to deal with. But like the one General there warned unuhs about, these dealings are of the ego and are to be avoided lest the I become cursed with meglomania and are torn from the kind nurturing of Queen Omega, Mother Earth... who is no servant of yours. Who, as a living organism, is mightier than any of the I will ever be on your current ights. She, who can smash you to pieces with the force of her waves, the same waves that in playful kindness can float your lilo bed that InI may laze on the waves and pay homage to the sun rays, from which InI melanin was irated to protect, lest they be too harmful. Yet they are not.
I pour another fiyah on the I who quote out Bobo Shanti name and fill up the reputation with folly. Bobo Shanti never say they are God. Yes InI are filled with intention to live up, do right, love rights, love love and love one another... on this path, InI see JAH face in the faces of all man... and nurture JAH within... not to say we are then God, but we REAL-eyes ourselves as being of God... closer to him in image, in thoughts, in words, and in works.
If InI are God... and there are 10 such people in the room... there are 10 Gods? Right? So, what is it that caused 10 flesh to stand up in a room and proclaim themself God.
Maybe Sistrin, at some point in time, when InI knew of our own divine Self in a fullness, overstood InIselves as cogs in the Iniversal wheels of JAH Creation, and hence were Godly in every breath and in every act. Our blessings at that time would match the intensity of our covenant, maybe at that time the waves might yeild to our command, at the time where InI may have held open counsel with the Ilaments and reasoned. But in this Iwah, here... InI look to the God without... the God of the winds, of the seas, of the eternal sky, the God of the seat of Iration... JAH Ras Tafari... Haile I Selassie I.
I humble myself and livicate InIself to a covenant with HIM. I accept that I have become void of Godliness, plagued with iniquity by the machinations of the Anti-christ society. InI house of Israel is led astray into bondage and captivity. And as Moses was said to be sent to rid the Israelites out of the wages of indecency... and forward into Zion, cleansed by the High Priest and ready to receive praise and favour from the Most High again, so here for InI is the Black Christ, Father Moses, High Priest after the order of Melchezidek.
From HIM will I seek my guidance and find my way forward into human divinity. But for now, I stay humble and stick to my covenant and remain in awe and gratitude when the mystic passes over InI, feels the meditations of my heart, hears that I open my mouth and pray Ras Tafari & Empress Menen I fill it, sees the works of my hands... and grants InI divine favour as a shield (Psalms 4).
Is the I so pure that you can find the audacity to call yourself God? Already?
And on a final note... mi blaze more fiyah again for any girl who starts to pipe up this Western propaganda talk about Mansions of RasTafari being overtly patriarchal in their discourse. RED HOT! InI know the King & Queen crowned same time! Seen? And all real RasTa Man and Womban know so too. Those who are CONfused about this fundamental detail are those torn up in the Roman dichotomy of man & woman. Some foolish ones want to find a solution for that, using the same restrictive rhetoric. Any man who is confused as to what his gender signifies in the role of iniversal balance will have problems in the house of RasTafari. Any woman who is confused as to the iniversal significance of her gender in the context of balance will also have issues.
Never play down the overpowering spiritual significance of your womb, Sistrin. That is a judgement call. And you never want to be in the position of knowing what it is to lack the blessing. Talking of yourself as God will not help the I in them times. Sight?
The man dem plant the seed, not the man and woman. It is InI who grow it from a seed into another ilaful representation of living Ivine humanity, a singular and unique species in the image of Ras Tafari.
If the I can tell me exactly how it is done within InI womb, as it is in the Heavens... then I will call you God too?