Once upon a time I was sent to my room to read.
On my own -
I didn't realise the need of having telepathic and transformative experiences to grow,
my 3rd eye
I needed this information to sow into the third dimension.
The reason for my descension from the universal heaven coded in words... metaphysics were my clue...
to why I existed and what I needed to pursue - my purpose!
Trapped in a book full of codes - that wasn't given to the slaves.
False prophets in teachers clothings tried to tell us HOW to be saved - but I could read!
My parents had sowed that special seed... leading me to interpret and feed my children.
Untangle the coded lines to discover, that what they claim to have discovered was (and is) a lie.
Untangling the coded lines and reading inbetween them,
I quickly grabbed the e-motion,
waited for it to digest...
as I invested my pen in my own spells!
Once upon a time, this Black Child promoted the necessity of reading -
feeding on words to create your own spells.
To empower you to grab the energy in motion, our his-stories and her-stories buried with lines ___
But at this time has decided to come alive... ARISE!
Because unlike the ink from my pen...
Visit Black Child Promotions, a physical book store - selling a beautiful selection of African origin books in
Brixton (outside Iceland) and Oxford Street (outside the tube station).
Let's promote the ability for our children to read and learn about themselves!
Visit - www.blackchildpromotions.co.uk
(website coming soon)
and @blackchildpromotions on Instagram
Here's the VLOG!