IT IS AS THE WHITEMAN PLANNED IT!! By: Chief Strong-Blood (AKA Allan Palmer)

When I came to California 10 years ago. I saw a pretty little girl she could not be any more than fifteen years old. She was in the depressed area of the City of Los Angeles, California: A place they called Skid Rowe.

By this time I had enough experience to know, the place is going to eat that child alive chew her up and spit her out. Just the way the white man love it.

I tried to speak to her, to warned her of what I though she did not know. Because I did not sound like, dress like or do the things the others did. She refused to give me her time. She tried to create a scene.

a few years later, I saw her at the Library, she was sitting next to me. I became curious as to what she was researching, I peeped over onto her computer and saw she was researching aids. I being a kind-of-expert on all things aids by the virtue of the aids Education program I created FACE; I wanted to help this child understand the information she wanted to know.

I tried to reach out to her, just to let her know, if she need help understanding anything, I am pretty good at explaining things to others. She did not take to kindly of me trying to speak to her once again. She did not even listen to what I had to say. I was shut down immediately. What could I have done, it was her rights and she was exercising her rights to listen of not to listen.

Last week, I went down to Skid Row to check out something and I saw that same young lady who is probable 25 years now. However she was dirty and looked like a fifty-five years old lady, with Gray hair in her head. She was in a wheel chair with a crack pipe in her hands. She was in the company of several other who looked much older than she do.

I tell you the white man, is only comfortable when the black community is in turmoil and they creates the turmoil. They put drugs and continue to put drugs in the black community to get the people on drugs with the hope they will get involved in homosexuality abortion etc. and be come a slave.

My God they even try and continue to try to get me hooded on all sorts of drugs. It is only because of the Most High assignment I am on and his grace why they cannot.

Thank you Mr. Clarence Hill By: Chief Strong-Blood (AKA Allan Palmer)

Ever since I was a child, my mother was careful to teach me about the Host High God, and all the prophets of old. I was stupid enough to believe the stories, the preacher, preached about; but they don't believe them to be true.

Even as a kid in Kindergarten, in Sabbath School, I wanted to be like Daniel, I wanted to be like the three Hebrew boys. I just could not understand; what Jonah's problem was. Why he was not willing, to do what the Most High God said. Even at a tender age, I wanted to do the will of the Most High God; even to die for him.

After my mother died, I became somewhat side tracked, However, I never lost my love for the Most High God. I always wanted to be a preacher and Mother wanted me to be a preacher also. But my Angels provided me with some information, which alerted me; to the path I was not going to take to ministry. that path was the path laid out by my mother.

looking back I can see how everything in my life, from a child led me to where I am today. Most of the things I did, the people I can into contact with, the people that helped me along the way and the people that opposed me; were all instrumental in taking and keeping me on the path, the Most High ordained for me.

There was one missing piece, How did my journey to Bermuda fit into my current destination. Bermuda was a lot of fun but, it was also a testing ground for me. It did not teach me anything I did not know about myself. I was not tried beyond my known abilities. So why did the Most High God saw it fitting that the Bermuda experience, was a part of my learning process.

Then I remember my encounter with Bermuda's first Olympic medalist: Mr. Clearance Hill. My successes and my understanding of the things, I encountered in this Los Angeles California Mission, would not have been so easily and readily understood, without the help of Mr. Hill's wisdom.

While I worked in Bermuda, one Saturday night; I was assigned the duties of Jailer, At the Hamilton Police Station. A gentle man was arrested, I could not remember what was the offence (s) for or if it was on a warrant he was arrested on.

For some strange reason, while I processed the man, I found this man very interesting. instead of putting him in the cell, I afforded him, the privilege of sitting in the processing room with me. I notice he was a very honest man, and he was not shut off to foreigners as some Bermudians are. Any time a prisoner came into the jail, I put Mr. Hill in his cell, while I processed the prisoner and after that was done, I took him out of his cell and back to the jailer's processing room, where we chat.

As we talked, I did cover Mr. Hill was Bermuda's first Olympic Medalist. I bought Mr. Hill's attention, some of the things I noticed about his little island; Shockingly he did not deny those things. You are able to see what Most Bermudian are totally blinded to; he said. Mr. Hill credited my insight, to having fresh eyes.

Then Mr. Hill began to delve deep into the Bermuda culture. He had his demons like each of us has, and he did not blame anyone for, his problems; he took full responsibility for them.

He told me things I never heard or knew before; things about Bermuda and about race relations and race conflict, things about life I just did not understand. I knew he believed everything he shared with me; because he was so honest and open.

Then he used, the now deceased, brilliant, black, Bermudian, lawyer: Julian Hall, as an example to help me understand what he wanted to share with me. I don't know if it was coincidence or providence, but I was introduced to this brilliant son of Bermuda, just a few days earlier. I never doubted, the wise and highly insightful man, but his understanding of things and his experience was far greater than mine. I just could not see or understand; the things he did; the things he shared with me.

That was because, I had some big obstacles in my way; which were of my limited understanding of life, my white tailored teaching and my limited experiences.

I often though of Mr. Hill and all the things he shared with me. I knew it was just a case, where I was unable to recognize the scenario, and my ability to apply Mr. Hill's imparted wisdom to those scenarios.

However, when I came to Los Angeles California, I was violently slapped in the face; everything Mr. Hill taught me, in that first and only meeting made sense. I was able to see, all he said in living colors. I saw Julian Hunt's lives, in the life of many black men and women. As a matter of fact I saw many Julian hunts here in California, I have seen many Clarence Hill here in California.

To be honest, I would have never been able to put the things I saw and experience in Los Angeles California, into perspective, without the insightful guidance of Mr. Clarence Hill. It was the foundation Mr. Hill laid down for me, as we spoke that night; made my comprehension of the dynamics between the Israelite the children of and the descendants of the Trans-Atlantic Slave trade and the Caucasians become so clear and so evident.

It is interesting; the path the Most High takes you on, and the people he used to teach you along that path all in an effort to accomplished his purpose, his will, for the redemption of his people Israel and the world.

This is how Gad Darm Wicked White People are!

I was going to post it earlier, to show you how wicked the Whiteman is. but I got caught up writing some hard truth about the wicked Whiteman.

I am at the Los Angeles Public Library, the Richard J. Riordan Branch, or the Main Library and as usual the library staff don't want me here, because they are so predictable, I knew, their handler will do two things. The first thing they will do:

1. Is to turn up the Air condition to a temperature that is uncomfortable for the Library Patron which they did and if I am not bordered me, which it did not,

2. They send in a short African American male (Slave), with some respiratory infection, to intentionally cough up his lungs in the enclosed computer center.

Guess what, the AC at maximum did not work; so like clock work, the Little male African American slave is here coughing, in the computer center coughing up his dirty lungs. the Library patrons next to me have already vacated the area; for fear they will catch some new strain of COVID-19. These Gad Darm White People are Wicked.

The Library Staff will use their IT people to remove this post and pretend to be Facebook. As usual!

I removed the dirty homosexual's name from the post because the dunce bastard love the attention.

The Palestine-Israelis conflict, what you need to know: By Chief Strong-Blood

The war between Palestine and Israelis is raging on, and the Israelis have the backing of all of Europe and the USA. Let me make it quite Clear, Palestine and Israel is not at war. The Palestinians and the Israelis are at war. 

The Israelis are the De facto ruler of Israel. They do not have a historical, genealogical, or religious claim to Israel. The rightful ruler of Israel - are the Israelites, the people group or the nation that has a historical, genealogical and a religious claim to Israel. Please get this clear there are many distinct differences between the Israelis and the Israelites. 

The Israelis and the Isralites are not one and the same they are two different people or nation. The Israelites are the direct descendants of Abraham Isaac and Jacob the Israelis are not. The Israelis has no connection whatsoever to the patriots. The Isarelites are black the Israelis are Caucasians or white people.

Unfortunately, as of 2023, the  Isralites have been incognito for one thousand nine hundred and fifty-three (1953) years. Matt. 15: 24 - 26. unfortunately, the Israelites are still lost. 

Most Israelite do not know, they are Israelites, and the other nation of the world, who knows who the Israelites are; refuse to let them know, who they are: the chosen of the Most High God; they are all Gods. This secret have been kept for centuries because of the other nation's dislike and in some cases hate for the Israelites. Although it is in those countries best interest; to bring that hidden reality to the Israelites' attention. Their hate or dislike for the Israelites, is so pure, they refuse to share the information with them. I also speak of the Arabs.

I am sure the declaration of the USA and Europe does not shock you, because the so-called Israelis are white and the white nation don't ever support, a none white nation. They will never join forces with a none white nation against one of their own unless, there is a bigger agenda, and there was a bigger agenda In the case, where the British joined forces with Ethiopia to chase Mussolini out of Ethiopia. 

The British reluctantly joined forces with Ethiopia, however, had the British not given the help to Ethiopia, who were a full member of the Leagues Of Nations chaos would have ensued. Because the league of nation had a none aggression policy among members in place. Italy's action against Ethiopia; was a clear violation of that none aggression policy.

Do you remember South Africa, Belgium Acts in the Congo against the Congo's citizens, and the French continued oppressive acts against Haiti and our Haitian brothers and sisters.

The United States already showed their hand and they are sending billions of dollars in weapons and other help to Israel. while the Palestinian are left to fend for themselves. No help from their Arab brother and sister nations. Not even a word of solace and comfort. 

But Hamas and all Palestinians are declared Terrorist, by the USA and Europe and they employ all of their resources against them. In the same way, the white community here in California, have declared me "Persona Non Grata" and have employed all of their resources against me; especially, their law enforcement agencies. which includes every police department in each city, the Sheriff Department, the FBI and the CIA. They even try to use the private security (rent a cops) at different companies against me. 

You may ask why and how you became a: "Persona Non Grata"?  It is all because I refused to become a slave and everything the whiteman tried, to enslave me failed. And each time they try to treat me like a slave; I push back and reject their idiotic behavior to me and against me. this is the MO of the Caucasians.

I must lend my support to my Palestinian brother and sisters, against the Devils in the East. This war is the Palestinian's war to win even though the odds are strongly stock against them. The Palestinians and the other countries in the Arab world; suffer from the same problems. Of course, in order for the Palestinians to win this conflict, they must do the following simple things; and their victory against Israel will be assured.

Before we get into that, why now? Why this level of aggression at this time? Yes you know the white narrative. Hamas Launched a vicious and bloody attack on the Israelis, which resulted in great loss of life, other casualties and abductions of Israelis. But what is the truth?

Bear in mind, Hamas has been operating for two decades, in that region. We must remember; Hamas is not Palestine. Hamas is a Militant/political group in Palestine, like the IRA of Northern Ireland that also have a political wing called Sinn Féin. There are also other militant group in Palestine. 

When all is said and done, we must realize the Israelis aggression against Palestine are tied into a bigger agenda. The group of Arabs who lives in the West Bank and Gaza; the Palestinians are the Purest of the Arab nation.

This is due to their ongoing conflict with the Israelis, the white nations particularly the Devils in the East, were not able to corrupt that group of Arabs with, rape, homosexuality and abortions; making them slaves to the Whiteman.

That is the reason the Israelis have been busy abducting and arresting young Palestinian boys and young men, and lock them up indefinitely, and inflict torturous treatment on them. However, when those young men are released, into their community they speak only; of the hardship that caused them to endure pain and other physical discomfort.  

But what they are not speaking of is the key, to unlocking the doors, to why all this aggression and why at this time? What those young Palestinians youths and young Palestinian men who were abducted are not speaking of is the fact, they are being raped/buggered (fucked in the arses), and they are forced to rape others (fucked others in their arses) also. 

The Devil's in the East are reverting to the failed strategy, used by the king of all Caucasian nation Roam via their embassy: The Roman Catholic Church, World dominance through Rape and buggery. A strategy the other white nations, including the USA have modernized and implemented to secure the Enslavement of the entire African American Community. 

In the USA they incarcerated, the black male by the millions and created an environment where, those male were raped/buggered and this mushroomed like unwanted weed on fertile ground. Destroying most of the black community within a few decades.

However, the devils of the East took a new approach to try and speed up the destruction of the Palestinians via rape and homosexuality. When they release these newly created Palestinians slave, into the Palestinians community, they are going to rake havoc upon their own people. This will work best if the white secret agenda for Palestine is kept a secret. However the secret is out. but will it ever get to the Palestinians?

The Palestinians like all of the country of the Arab suffers from the same problem. However, the first thing, all Arabs including the Palestinians have to come to terms with is: the fact that their war is not against the Israelis, however; their war is against the entire Caucasian nation. For it is the Caucasian's agenda to have full world dominance by the year 2025. All nations, under the sun, will become the slaves of the Whiteman.

Had it been British, the French etc. the atrocity against the Palestinians would have been the same. Don't forget, when Iraq invaded Kuwaiti in 1999 the United States saw it fit to invade Iraq in defense of Kuwait, yet when a white country Russia Invaded Ukraine, they all stand back and they watch rendering only lip service. 

The Palestine as well as the entire Arab Nations, have to stop believing the lies of the Edomites AKA the Caucasians, and come to terms with the hard reality that they are not white. Although they know they are not white they like to flirt with the idea of being white; unfortunately most of the time they take it to "Gad Darm" far. It is no secret, the sons of Abraham (The Arab), rather deal with their white counterparts, than with any black nation.

They are told they are white when it suits the Caucasians but they treat them when it suits their purpose like none whites. Don’t forget the white hostility against Iraq and the way the Murder the Iraqi President Saddam Hussein, don't forget Libya and the way they Killed the Libyan leader Mr. Col. Gaddafi. To accomplish their goals in Iraq and Libya the killed, injured and displaces thousands of Iraqi and Libyan citizens. 

What was interesting, the other Arab nation sat on their hands and they remained quiet while their brothers and neighbors were being killed. Even the Palestinians sat back as Iraq and Libya were taken advantage of. No effort to bring the truth to the world. Now they are in the same position, they wish for help.

The second thing the entire Arab world including Palestine have to do is to accept the scriptures account as to who the Caucasians are devils, treat them like the devils they are and strive to have absolutely nothing to do with them.

The third thing the entire Arab world including Palestine have to do is to let the world know Israel, is not for the Caucasians that call themselves Israelis, that only settle that land some seventy-five years ago in 1948. But Israel is the home of the Israelite the direct descendants of the children of Abraham, Issacs and Jacob. 

The Arabs and the rest of the world, must declare, the direct descendants; of Abraham Isaac and Jacob are:  the victims of and the descendants of the victims of the Trans-Atlantic Slave trade and they must behave like it.

All through the History of the children of Abraham, The Caucasian started with their father Esau (the first Caucasians), were always able to use their demonic power; to influences the mind of Ishmael, Abraham's first Son and the father of the Arab against the father of the Israelite Jacob and the descendants of Jacob.

The question we are now left with is: When will it end? When will the Arabs wake up to the reality that have looked them right in their faces forever.

Dr. I beg you Please! By: Chief Strong-Blood

Ms. Harry was a beautiful, young woman in her mid-thirties or there about. She had seven children and she was pregnant with her eighth child. Ms. Harry had seven natural births, with no complication. In the olden days it was normal for a woman to have eight or ten children. My Grandmother Courtney Jack had fourteen children; which included three sets of twins.

It was in the early nineteen seventies (1970 s). I was seven years old, and my mother had passed away; while Ms Harry was pregnant with her eighth child. There were some pregnancy problems, nothing that adequate rest and a good diet could not deal with. It was expected to be just another normal delivery; as she had done seven times before. The little complications should not affect her ability to have a normal delivery.

The time came when Ms. Harry's pregnancy was at its full term, now it was time to do something she would have done several times. Give birth; but this time to her eighth child. The Midwife who was responsible for delivering Ms. Harry, baby, recognized some signs that alerted her of some complications in what should have been another normal delivery.

Ms. Harry's problems were outside the scope of training and ability of the Midwife to handle. The Midwife exercised due diligence, and summoned the doctor; whose training made him more equipped to deal with any such problems.

Upon arrival, the doctor examined Ms. Harry, he reviewed her vital signs, and he became quite concerned. The problem was critical, Ms. Harry's pre-delivery problems, have grown extremely worst. All through her pregnancy, her body was able to sustain two lives, Ms. Harry's life and the life of her unborn baby.

But now Ms. Harry's body will not be able to deal, with the stresses of child’s birth; not even a C-section (Cesarean section). Ms. Harry’s body will not be able to sustain two lives, and deal with the stresses of the surgical procedure.

The doctor knew, only one person will leave the Maternity ward alive. It was either the mother or the baby. How does he break this terrible news to an expectant mother? That she may be required, to instruct the doctor to kill the baby she borne and carried for nine months. A baby, she never knew but felt kicking and moving around in her womb.

There was only one way to do this and that was to be honest and frank, provide the expectant mother, with all the information you could and give her the ability to make an informed decision. In the doctor's mind, it was a foregone conclusion; a decision any normal thinking parents would make without any problem.

The doctor accompanied by the Midwife went to Ms. Harry's bedside; then he explained to Ms. Harry, the seriousness of her condition. He informed the anxious mother; her body will not be able to make it through; the stress of child’s-birth; neither surgical of natural. The baby has to die so she can live.

When Ms. Harry heard the awful news; her heart sank, sorrow replaced the expectation of new life that filled her eyes. Then a solitary tear slowly rolled from her eye, down upon her cheek. The mother of seven looked up at the doctor with weak eyes, trying extremely hard to fight back the tears, and at the same time battling with the pain in her broken body and her broken heart; a heart broken by the sad news, she just received.

When Ms. Harry received the bad news instantly her mind flashed back to all of her children. She saw the face of her oldest daughter Marcia; she knew Marcia has some challenges, challenges with time, she can help her deal with and overcome. She saw her little daughter Cleara and she knew exactly how to make Cleara laugh, and what was her favorite food.

She saw Blue and she knew she needed to be there, to help him keep all his energy in tack, she knew that Pojoe, was solid, but needed to learn, how to stand up for himself. Ms. Harry saw Trudy’s face and knew that girl has such potential, with a mother's help; there is nothing she could not accomplished.

She saw the face of her son: Joseph; Joe was only three years old; he was always clings to her everywhere she went, Joe needed her the most. Then she saw the vibrance of her youngest son Christopher, he was so young and innocent, how is he going to make it without her. Ms. Harry realized that her children have not yet begun to get to know, who their mother was.

Ms. Harry's mind went back to the birth of her first daughter Marcia. She was just a young insecure little girl; when she became pregnant with Marcia. She did not know what to expect and what the future held for her. But the helpless little baby girl brought such life, such love, hope and purpose to her life. With each child she gave birth to, her capacity to give and receive love grew. Each child brought new meaning, new purpose a brand-new reason for living; each child was a blessing. She loved all of her children; even the baby she has not yet met. Ms. Harry wished for a little girl, but now it did not matter.

It did not take long for Ms. Harry to understand the gravity of the situation. She had seven children all of whom needed her, no one knows her children like she knew them; no one can love her children, like she loves them; and no one will go the extra mile, to ensure their success like she will.

Ms. Harry was asked to carry the heaviest burden; no woman should ever be expected to bear, a burden; no one should ever be called upon to carry. To make a decision; no mother should ever be asked to make. However, this was her reality, a reality she could not run away from; a reality she must face head on, whether she wanted to or not, whether she was ready or not. In Ms. Harry’s mind there was only one decision she could make under such circumstances.

Ms. Harry, still a young woman; with many years of living ahead of her, she did not want to die, she was not ready to die and she was not prepared to die. What was she to do?

Ms. Harry looked up at the doctor with eyes weakened by sorrow and a heart heavy with agony, as she spoke slowly and clearly so there will be no misunderstanding, her simple request. Ms. Harry spoke, with a mournful cadence that reflected, the burden she bore. She said to the doctor: "Doctor, whatever you do, I beg you, please; don't let my baby die, don't let my baby die."

The doctor was shocked; at the reply that came from the delirious mother, maybe she did not understand the gravity of the situation; the doctor thought.

Doc. "Ms. Harry, you will be able to have more children in the future, but not this one.

Ms. Harry searching for words, to communicate the intent of her heart, she wanted her message to be as clearly as she possible could. She looked away from the doctor for a brief moment; she thought for a little while; then reestablished eye contact with the doctor, now with a voice broken by anguish and a heart burdened with grief, the stresses of her mind weaken her body and made speaking difficult.

Ms. Harry spoke with deliberation, she said, "Doctor, whatever you do, I beg you, please; don't let my baby die, don't let my baby die."

Once again, the doctor brought some already considered fact to Ms. Harry's attention, maybe she has not given this situation enough thought. The doctor said Ms. Harry, you have seven young children who needs you. Children who need their mother's care, guidance and love. Children who want to have their mother at their weddings, children who want their mother to play with their children.

Ms. Harry once again reiterated her desire to the doctor, she said; in the politest way a woman in such mental, physical anguish could say it. There was nothing new to her request to the doctor Mr. Harry's request to the doctor was simple, it was clear and it was deliberate. But this time she could not restrain the broken reservoirs, of tears that now flowed freely, tears that discolored her eyes and saturated her cheeks.

Although her tears flowed freely her voice were unbroken. It was important for Ms. Harry’s message to reach the doctor without any confusion or any misunderstanding. For the third time she said "Doctor, whatever you do, I beg you, please; don't let, my baby, die, don't let; my baby; die!" Then Ms. Harry turned her head away from the doctor; as if to punctuate her statement with seriousness.

By this time the doctor knew Ms. Harry had already thought about all of the factors surrounded her decision and was at peace with her choices. The doctor who was lost for words, nod his head to the Midwife, who witnessed the entire scene and was close to tears. Of all his years of practice he never seen anyone with such courage, one who was totally unprepared to, but was willing to face death so her unborn baby could live.

The doctor and the midwife began to work tirelessly to satisfy Ms. Harry's request. It was difficult for the doctor, who knew what was at stake. From that point forward only one kind and gentle voice was heard in the maternity room. That voice was the voice of the Doctor, requesting the midwife help when it was needed. However, the macho-confidence, that normally decorates his voice took its leave.

Although time was of the essence, and the doctor worked with urgency; every action was done with great care and precision. Then the silence of the maternity room was broken with a loud scream. A beautiful little baby girl was born. Instinctively, and without thinking; sensing the seriousness of the situation, the doctor immediately, places the crying baby on its mother's breast. This simple but careful act of humanity, caused the baby and its mother to bound even if it was only for a few seconds.

Ms. Harry heard the lively screams of her newborn baby, felt the warmth of her child's skin and the rapid beats of her little girl's heart. in that brief moment of bounding, Ms. Harry said a little prayer; she said "Lord, my only request of you is; you let each of my children know, I love all of them, and I would have given my life for anyone of them, not just only for my little Deedie." Then Ms. Harry took a deep breath, as she breathed in, her cheeks rose and a little smile erupted upon her face; then she closed her eyes and die.

By this time, the Midwife’s eyes were red from looking into the light, of the doctor’s head lamp. The doctor grind his teeth together; as he carefully removed the gloves from his hands. He threw the bloody gloves onto an unused table in the corner of the room; he slowly walked to the door, stood before the closed door for a brief moment, steered at the door, took two deep breath then he left the room.

Ms. Harry knew something most of us don't or did not know. it is not a mother's responsibility to destroy life but to ensure that life is preserved at all and or any cost.

If you were placed in Ms. Harry's condition, what would you have done?

Ms. Harry's dying plea! By: Chief Strong-Blood

The God of creation, put within the psyche of every woman, the desire to be a mother; and that desire to be a mother surpasses any passion a woman will ever experience. Even amid the pain of child's birth, something that the toughest man cannot withstand, a woman once experienced such, knowing the consequence of pregnancy and carrying a pregnancy full term, fearless go in pursuit of motherhood, confronts and look forward to, child's birth and the agony that goes along with it. 

However, it is not only those who have experienced, the agony of child birth are mothers. Child's birth; is just one aspect of motherhood. The true work and role of a mother begins; only when; they began to love, care and nurture, the child or children; which facilitates that child's social, emotional, physical and cognitive development. 

There are mothers who have never borne the agony of child's birth but they are wonderful mothers anyway. I called to mind my dear sister Clare. Since Clare was a teenager, she decided she did not want to have anything to do with the agony of child bearing, and she chose not to make children of her own. 

However, when my mother Verina Palmer died, leaving her three youngest children at age 7 years 11, and 14 years old, and our cousin Merle, who was always a part of our family and was only a teenager, without being asked; Clare, in her early twenties, stepped up and she filled the void, Mother's death left; and she took up the mantle of motherhood and she did a fine job at it. 

Four years later when my oldest sister, decided to migrate to the United States of America, to make a better living for herself and her family, leaving her four-year-old son behind. Without being asked or without a request from our sister, Clear saw the need and became his mother. Then a few years later, when a close friend of our family died in child's birth, and the decease woman's siblings thought, it was too great a responsibility to take care of: the only child of their dearly departed sister, opting to leave that child in the hospital; to become a ward of the state instead. 

Against the counsel of all of her siblings, Clear decided she was not going to let that child sleep one more night, by herself in the hospital, being looked after by total strangers. Clare brought that child home and looked after that little girl; as if she was her own child. Clare ensured all of us, she took care of, obtained a secondary education. The required standard for employment of the day. 

Also came to mind is another stalwart of our community; a woman by the name of Louise Millington, she was also popularly known as Tany Louise especially by the children of the community. Tanty Louise was a Maid at the Kingstown General Hospital, and she had many children. Many of those children lived with her; well beyond adulthood. I was shocked when I found out, Tanty Louise was not the birth or bioligical mother of any of her children. 

All of Tany's Louise's children, were either children, who were abandoned at the Hospital, by their birth parents or children who need a mother’s love. Tanty Louise who never bore a child of her own, took those children; she gave them a good, a safe and a loving home.  

There was a story; of a young mother, who abandoned her child at the Hospital, and later changed her mind about her desire to be a mother. When she returned to the hospital for her child, The child was already, a new addition to the Militon's family. 

The birth mother had to go to Tanty Louise's home and beg her, please, for her child. That was not the only thing; the lady, had to prove to Tanty Louise, she was capable of being a good mother and will not abandon that child when it is convenient to her to do so. 

At this stage of St. Vincent and the Grenadines History; it was not about adoption, it was about, a responsible individual, making arrangements to take and care for a child in need. Once you took that child, that child was your responsibility forever. You are stuck with all of the expenses of caring for and rearing the child or the children. 

Tanty Louise, subsidized her a small government salary by making frudge, sugar-cakes and other goodies in the morning before she went to work and after a hard day at work; she came home, prepare a batch of homemade ice cream: using the manual ice-cream maker (the Ice-cream mill); then she sat at the corner of Queen Street and Road too Cemetery; all afternoon offering her goodies for sale. Goodies which the neighborhood residents especially the children purchase from her.

The next day she did it all again. Tanty Louise did this from since she was a young lady, to the time that old-age limited her ability to take care of herself. With a lot of hard work, Tanty Louise were able to support her large family, with absolutely no help from the Government. 

I must mention: Rohdah, one of the young ladies Tanty Louise took care of. Rondah, never left Tanty Louise's home, even when she was grown and had children of her own. Rhondah was able to returned the favor, to the woman who took care of her, as a child. When Tanty Louise got old; and could not take care of herself; it was Rondah who took care of her.

Ms. Harry was a beautiful, young woman in her mid-thirties or there about. She had seven children. Her oldest child was Marcia who was about fifteen years old or there about, there was Cleara, who was about 11 years old, there was Blue, Pojoe, a pretty little girl named: Trudy. There was also little Joseph who was about 3 years old and little Christopher who was about 2 years old or there about. 

Most people will be familiar with Christopher Harry, who rose to become a preeminent footballer (Soccer player) and was popularly called Christopher "Brazilian" Harry. Many people flock to Victory Park to watch this young man play the game of Soccer, and after his match, the football pundits, sat on the bridge like they did for years and spoke of his Soccer brilliance and skills. 

Many youths wanted to be like Christ and when he left our shores to represent our beautiful nation: St. Vincent and the Grenadines; as a national football player.  We all cheered each time he performed some terrific feat on the field of play or scored a goal. 

Ms. Harry had seven natural births, with no complication. In the olden days it was normal for a woman to have eight or ten children. My Grandmother Courtney Jack had fourteen children; which included three sets of twins.

It was in the early nineteen seventies (1970 s). I was seven years old, and my mother had just passed; while Ms Harry was pregnant with her eighth child. There were some pre-delivery problems, nothing that adequate rest and a good diet could not deal with. It was expected to be just another normal delivery; as she had done seven times before. There were some little complications but nothing that should affect her ability to have a normal delivery.

The time came when Ms. Harry's pregnancy was at its full term, now it was time to do something she would have done several times. Give birth; but this time to her eighth child. The Midwife who was responsible for delivering Ms. Harry, baby, recognized some signs that alerted her of some complications in what should have been another normal delivery.  

Ms. Harry's problems were outside the scope of training and ability of the Midwife to handle. The Midwife exercised due diligence, and summoned the doctor; whose training made him more equipped to deal with any such problems.  

Upon arrival the doctor examined Ms. Harry, he reviewed her vital signs, and he became quite concerned. The problem was critical, Ms. Harry's pre-delivery problems, have grown extremely worst. All through her pregnancy, her body was able to sustain two lives, Ms. Harry's life and the life of her unborn baby. But now Ms. Harry's body will not be able to deal, with the stresses of child’s birth. 

The doctor knew, only one person will leave the Maternity ward alive. It was either the mother or the baby. How does he break this terrible news to an expectant mother? That she may be required, to instruct the doctor to kill the baby she borne and carried for nine months. A baby, she never knew but felt kicking and moving around in her womb. 

There was only one way to do this and that was to be honest and frank, provide the expectant mother, with all the information you could and give her the ability to make an informed decision. In the doctor's mind, it was a foregone conclusion; a decision any normal thinking parents would make without any problem. 

The doctor accompanied by the Midwife went to Ms. Harry's bedside; then he explained to Ms. Harry, the seriousness of her condition. He informed the anxious mother; her body will not be able to make it through; the stress of child’s-birth; The baby has to die so she can live. 

When Ms. Harry heard the awful news; her heart sank, sorrow replaced the expectation of new life that filled her eyes. Then a solitary tear slowly rolled from her eye, down upon her cheek. The mother of seven looked up at the doctor with weak eyes, trying extremely hard to fight back the tears, and at the same time battling with the pain in her broken body and her broken heart; a heart broken by the sad news, she just received.

When Ms. Harry received the bad news instantly her mind flashed back to all of her children. She saw the face of her oldest daughter Marcia; she knew Marcia has some challenges, challenges with time, she can help her deal with and overcome. She saw her little daughter Cleara and she knew exactly how to make Cleara laugh, and what was her favorite food. 

She saw Blue and she knew she needed to be there to keep all his energy in tack, she knew that Pojoe, was solid, but needed to learn, how to stand up for himself. Ms. Harry saw Trudy’s face and knew that girl has such potential, with a mother's help; there is nothing she could not accomplished. 

She saw the face of her son: Joseph; Joe was only three years old; he was always clings to her everywhere she went, Joe needed her the most. Then she saw the vibrance of her youngest son Christopher, he was so young and innocent, how is he going to make it without her. Ms. Harry realized that her children have not yet begun to get to know, who their mother was. 

Ms. Harry's mind went back to the birth of her first daughter Marcia. She was just a young insecure little girl; she did not know what to expect and what the future held for her. But the helpless little baby girl brought such life, such love, hope and purpose to her life. With each child she gave birth to, her capacity to give and receive love grew. Each child brought new meaning, new purpose a brand-new reason for living. She loved all of her children; even the baby she has not yet met. Ms. Harry wished for a girl, but now it did not matter.  

It did not take long for Ms. Harry to understand the gravity of the situation. She had seven children all of whom needed her, no one knows her children like she did; no one can love her children like she did; and no one will go the extra mile, to ensure their success like she will. 

Ms. Harry was asked to carry the heaviest burden, no one should ever be expected to carry. To make a choice no mother should ever be asked to make. However, this was her reality, a reality she must face. In Ms. Harry’s mind there was only one decision she could make under such circumstances. 

Ms. Harry, still a young woman; with many years of living ahead of her, she did not want to die, she was not ready to die and she was not prepared to die. What was she to do? 

Ms. Harry looked up at the doctor with eyes weakened by sorrow and a heart heavy with agony, as she spoke slowly and clearly so there will be no misunderstanding, her simple request. Ms. Harry spoke, with a mournful cadence that reflected, the burden she bore. She said to the doctor: "Doctor, whatever you do, I beg you, please; don't let my baby die, don't let my baby die."

The doctor was shocked; at the reply that came from the delirious mother, maybe she did not understand the gravity of the situation. 

Doc. "Ms. Harry, you will be able to have more children in the future, but not this one.  

Ms. Harry searching for words, to communicate the intent of her heart, she wanted her message to be as clearly as she possible could. She looked away from the doctor for a brief moment; she thought for a little while; then reestablished eye contact with the doctor, now with a voice broken by anguish and a heart burdened with grief, the stresses of her mind weaken her body and made speaking difficult. 

Ms. Harry spoke with deliberation, she said, "Doctor, whatever you do, I beg you, please; don't let my baby die, don't let my baby die."

Once again, the doctor brought some already considered fact to Ms. Harry's attention, maybe she has not given this situation enough thought. The doctor said Ms. Harry, you have seven young children who need you. Children who need their mother's care, guidance and love. Children who want to have their mother at their weddings, children who want their mother to play with their children.

Ms. Harry once again reiterated her desire to the doctor, she said; in the most polite way a woman in such mental, physical anguish could say it. There was nothing new to her request to the doctor Mr. Harry's request to the doctor was simple, it was clear and it was deliberate. But this time she could not restrain the broken reservoirs, of tears that now flowed freely, discolored her eyes and saturated her cheeks.

 Although her tears flowed freely her voice were unbroken. It was important for Ms. Harry’s message to reach the doctor without any confusion or misunderstanding. For the third time she said "Doctor, whatever you do, I beg you, please; don't let my baby die, don't let my baby die."

By this time the doctor knew Ms. Harry had already thought about all of the factors that surrounded her decision and was at peace with her choices. Of all his years of practice he never seen anyone with such courage, one who was totally unprepared to, but was willing to face death so her unborn baby could live.

The doctor and the midwife began to work tirelessly to satisfy Ms. Harry's request. It was difficult for the doctor, who knew what was at stake. Then the silence of the maternity room was broken with a loud scream. A beautiful little baby girl was born. Instinctively, and without thinking; sensing the seriousness of the situation, the doctor immediately, places the crying baby on its mother's breast. This simple but careful act of humanity, caused the baby and its mother to bound even if it was only for a few seconds.

Ms. Harry heard the lively screams of her newborn baby, felt the warmth of her child's skin and the rapid beats of her little girl's heart. in that brief moment of bounding, Ms. Harry said a little prayer; she said "Lord, my only request of you is; you let each of my children know, I love all of them, and I would have given my life for anyone of them, not just only for my little Deedie." Then Ms. Harry took a deep breath, as she breathed in, her cheeks rose and a little smile erupted upon her face; then she closed her eyes and die. 

Ms. Harry knew something most of us don't or did not know. it is not a mother's responsibility to destroy life but to ensure that life is preserved at all and or any cost.

If you were placed in Ms. Harry's condition what would you have done?

The greatest conspiracy to succeed on Planet Earth

The greatest conspiracy to succeed on Planet Earth

It was prior to 1948, the League Of Nations (LON) whose name was later changed to the United Nations (UN), were made up of mainly the USA and all of Europe and Canada.

Although the countries of Africa, Asia and the Caribbean were also on the books as members of the League of Nations, they had no real power; because they were all colonies of the countries in Europe and the USA and therefore, did not qualify or have any real powers; they were not sovereign but they were all colonies of a sovereign that already held real membership to the League of Nation. Therefore, their participation was done by a representative of the sovereign crown, to whom their allegiances were and they were compelled to follow the dictates of their sovereign masters.

The emancipation of all the peoples, who were held captive under the banner of the Trans-Atlantic slavery, was here and therefore all were declared free. However, the oppression they faced was steep and brutal. Things were changing, but the changes were very slow and at time stagnant. To ensure the continued and forever oppression of this people, the heads of the League of Nations along with the Roman Catholic Church came up with a grand plan that was steep in deception and lies.

By this time in the world's history, the descendants of the Trans-Atlantic slave trade, though they were now free; they had already lost their knowledge of self: they had lost the knowledge of their language, their culture, their fore parents and their God.

History have shown their enemies, the God of the oppressed people, had a track record of Going against his written law, to invoke a clause in his law, that offer redemption to those of his chosen people who don't qualify for his for his salvation and attention. That clause is “For My Name Sake:” yes you got it right: for Yah’s name sake. When Israel was in Egyptian captivity, their God go against that which was written in his law, and intervene on behalf of his people at a period in their history; when their oppression should have gotten worst because of the level of their rebellion to him.

The supreme and sovereign God: Yah, very mind full of Israel's status, invoked “For My Name Sake and send a deliverer in Moses who delivered Yah's unrepentant and rebellious people out of Egypt. Yahweh, cause the rebuilding of the Walls and the temple in Jerusalem by Israelite in captivity; For His Name Sake.

As a result, of this known fact, the government of the League of Nation and the Roman Catholic Church came up with a master plan that will make useless even the Creator Yah's invoking, of and on behalf of his people "For My Name Sake". As a result the LON encouraged the forefathers of the modern day Jews and Israeli to convert to Judaism, and received the opportunity to be a part of and to have their own country and billions of dollars to manage the affairs of their nations. The religion Judaism was especially invented by the Catholic Church for this purpose; and consisted of the worship, practice and the believe system of Israel of old.

Then in 1948, the LON re-established the nation: Israel and colonized the new nation Israel; with their new converts to Judaism and immediately they were declared a sovereign nation. They were living in the land of the Israelite of old, they walked where the Israelite walked, dressed as they dressed, they worshiped and living like the Israelite of old.

It was important to note, that the Israelite of the bible, who the bible called the lost sheep of the house of Israel and who were the rightful hire of that land; were lost in plain sight. Every nation of the world and every race in of people knew who the Israelite were except the Israelite. Even after more than 70 years later the situation is still the same. The only people who do not know who the Israelite are, is the Israelite.

To make this plan look legitimate, to the vastly changing world, the LON and the Catholic Church fabricated the documentation to reflect an earlier conversion date of the Jews/Israeli. They went as far as to tamper with some unpopular historic text, to corroborate the new conversion date of the so-called converts to Judaism, the practicing Jews, the Israeli.

Although the LON and the New Converts did not say they were the descendants of Abraham or claimed to be the Israel of the bible they give the world the impression they were. They never deny the fact but they did not confirmed it either. The biggest lie that can ever be told is a lie mixed with truth; Today the Jews are taking the ignorance of the world and profiting of it.

The Blessings that God give to the Israelite that through them the world will be bless they wear as a promised made to them: which is a lie. Today many religion give to them millions of dollars , each year money that is to go to the true descendants of Abraham and like the misdirected credit, they take the cash without objection; as to them not being the true recipitant of the monies.

By this time the Catholic Church were in possession of all the historic document of ancient Israel, which they have safely tucked away from the world; the Catholic Church is even in possession of the secret and Holy Ark of the Covenant. The Ark of the Covenant will remain safe in its current location, because there is no consistently faithful group of Israelite, who is worthy of taking possession of this holy artifact. But when there is a group of Israelite worthy of being in control of the seat of God on earth: the Ark of the Covenant; will find them.

There will be no fortress on earth that will be able to keep the Ark of the Covenant confide. When that time arrived; there will be no kings, no popes, no president and their will be no army to keep it away from us. As a matter of fact, they will have to facilitate the safe transportation and deliverance of the Ark to its rightful guardians; the faithful community of Israelite; where ever they are on this earth.

The cover up that was taken on by world and church leasers was half done, if they ought to keep the true Israelite in ignorance of their identity, then their book must be altered, as a result; the decisions of the counsel of Laodicea was now implimented. There the group of religious scholars took it upon themselves, to remove from the collection of Holy Scripture, any information that may presented a clue to the people who were lost in plain sight, of their identity and to developed a meaning full relationship with their God who always deliver them. This was evident in the publication of the Bible prior and post 1948.

As a result, the Holy Scriptures the bible was altered, words were intentionally removed, large passage of text were removed, entire volumes (books) were removed and locked away, from prying eyes.

Books such the book of Enoch, the book of Jubilee, the book of Josha, the aporopha etc. Were removed and there for we're no longer published as a part of the Bible after 1948.

Now Christianity became the only religion in the world that has only one God, whose name was: God; the title of a deity. The preacher and the teachers were all ignorant of their God's name; and have to depend on their white teachers for information of their God.

While a Hindu family may have up to a hundred Gods and know each of them by their names, the Muslims God has a name: Allah; the God of the Orient has a name: Buddha, even the primitive Amerindian that had many Gods knew each of their God by name.

Like Judaism, Christianity was a religion that was developed by the Catholic Church, and handed back to the Israelite to satisfy their indwelling need to worship, and the modern day bible was its manual, a book that was riddled with distortions designed to satisfy the descents of the Israelite of the bible overwhelming desire to worship, while keeping them, from discovering their true identity, from understanding who their God was and the things he was willing to do for them. But more than that; Christianity was designed to keep the Israelite week, lazy, with no interest in their welfare; a tool that will lead them into hell.

Have you ever wondered or if not take the time to ask yourself two simple question: why the victims, of the Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade were not allowed to read? Why it was a treasonous offence for a slave to try to read or even look upon a book. And why for most of the recent history; the Bible was published in Latin only that was the language of the clergy. It was because, if they did read and they got a hold of the Holy Scripture, they will immediately understand it, in its true form.

Are you an Israelite the remnant of Adam, the direct descendants of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob? Who are you?