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ROCKS/SHELLS HEALING POWER

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Editor’s Note:  Am Angela Afrikan/Black PresTech-Blog Unapologetically Does NOT Edify Europeans or Anyone of European Mindset.

How magnificent, am publishing PresTech’s first blog post on Friday the 13th and the newspaper reads:  A snarling orange Trump baby blimp flies over British parliament.  When one commits to learning and applying ancestral ways to their life; unique experiences occur.  When I purchased the book SKIN: A MATTER OF RACE IN AMERICA written by A.P. Brooks.  I emailed her and she kindly, emailed me back with a beautiful and encouraging sentence I must share.  Her first sentence was…  “People who study Afrikan history are with enormous insight, grace and sophistication.”   I loved her for that sentence.   Unlike any other culture, once I share that I am studying/teaching Afrikan history; I am looked upon as if I lost my mind.  Especially with people who are employed in corporate Amerikkka; it is difficult to earn from the system and have insight of the system’s horrible deeds.  Ma’Lady A.P. Brooks elegantly, stated the traits of those who know and continue to learn of Afrika.  Three powerful words she used to describe us:  insight, grace and sophistication.  The insight is definitely “enormous” because it takes a keen insight, using more than one’s eyes to see this society of dehumanization.  I feel the featured photo of this blog details how the eye sees and there is another sight which is of the mind. The vision of what is happening to Afrikan/Black people is deplorable and cankerous; making it hard to accept.  Freed my mind when I stopped purchasing commercialized products and brand names.   My pantry had no junk food, GMO foods or soda.  This was not done overnight.  Nevertheless for me it was crucial that I separated my deeds, nutrition and finances from the USA.

MIND/BODY NUTRITION

“Don’t worry those rocks and shells will not be deemed as idol worship, they are KHEMIT nature’s tools of self healing.”  Mr. Mzimkhulu born and raised in Azania, Afrika advised me of my libation tools.  I had been studying for several years and desired a human connection.  Mr. Mzimkhulu kindly agreed that I could quote him in PresTech blog via a Twitter reply.  He adivsed me of “intuitive knowledge in practice” which I had been doing to heal myself of Crohn’s dis-ease by-way of shells and rocks.  The knowledge Mr. Mzimkhulu and his associates imparted; have propelled me in a “quantum-leap” of mind, body and soul. 

Several weeks ago I was told by my family physician that my hemoglobin was 15.  After a diagnosis of Crohn’s dis-ease in 1993; I cannot count how many times I have had iron/blood infusions.  Now I am sitting in my doctor’s office listening to her tell me my hemoglobin was 15.  At first, I did not respond.  Dr. Ziboh of Nigeria, turned her swivel office chair around, looking at me repeated, “Ms. Houston your hemoglobin is 15.”  Suddenly, I caught on to what she was telling me.  I stood up and paced in circles repeating 15, 15, 15, 15, 15 for my hemoglobin usually was 6 to 8 and hardly ever in a double digit range.  A week later I realized I had stopped biting my fingernails which I had done all my life.  Presently, as I am typing my fingernails are still growing.  Biting my fingernails just stopped without any plan.  I recall telling my neighbor back in the winter that I was actually getting dressed in the morning.  You see, since I could no longer work (2007) and dealt with much abdominal pain, I would put on a fresh gown every morning.  I could not stand to have anything touching my stomach.  Thus, I decided to post a Tweet of this fabulous news and afterwards I thought…  You know, Angela post a blog; it will be a way to remember learning that you will never need a iron or blood infusion again.  I had a port placed (2007) by Dr. Kamanda of Nigeria due to having small veins.  Whenever I had to get a stick for IV’s, it was always difficult.  I recall once during a 21-day-hospital stay at Ohio State University Hospital in Columbus, Ohio (2002). The attending physician when I was first admitted, ordered me to have liquid morphine to relieve abdominal pain as three nurses tried to get a IV in my vein without success.  He was wise because then nurses could stick all they wanted to for my abdominal pain was gone.  I would not flinch when nurses tried to get an IV because I knew how difficult it was; I would be still.

When I posted on Twitter of healing shells, I received a reply that simply said, “Yes, they do.”  This reply came from an associate of Mr. Mzimkhulu:  Nubia Watu.  Thrilled beyond words, I then received a reply from Mr. Mzimkhulu and after his reply, I asked him “may I quote you in my blog”.  Mr. Mzimkhulu gave me permission to do so and this was the beginning of my now present state of quantum-leap of mind, body and soul.  Mr. Mzimkhulu and Mr. Nubia Watu’s replies were as follows.

“Trees are alive.  Hug a tree receive information.  Family Tree!”  Mr. Nubia Watu.

“Spot on that’s a FACT believe you me my AFURANKANTU.  They do possess HEALING, that’s the reason behind our people ABUNTU affectionately refer to themselves as KHEMIT (WHOLELISTIC) Eternity -of-Nature.”  Mr. Mzimkhulu.

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I was ecstatic to learn (not surprised) there was literature on actions I was doing because of sickness. Thirteen pills a day was my first treatment which was for several years.  During this time I would meditate with the shell you see in the photo as a guide to a healing source of nature.   I would hold the shell with the rocks (the rocks I brought home from California while visiting granddaughters) inside and cup my hands about them.  Then I would walk around the house, shaking my hands.  The shells made the purest Afrikan sound I ever heard.  The click-clack-clicking of the shells and rocks sounds; vibrated throughout my mind and body.  At this time I was sickly and would speak out loud healing converse while holding up the shells and rocks to every corner of my dwelling.  This kept me from having terrible bouts of depression.  The brain and gut are connected.  Battling Crohn’s for years had taken a toil on my psychological state.  I knew within me was a source that was more powerful than any obstacle I could face.  The pulse of power’s propensity is undeniable.  Power pulsed through my veins and cured me of depression while I searched within and studied my African heritage.

Surprising to me as I started to edit PresTech blog by adding Mr. Mzimkhulu’s quotations.  I realized, it could not be done in a few hours.  Although, I knew Mr. Mzimkhulu’s quotations were valid; am no longer learning as taught in USA public schools:  regurgitation and indoctrination.   Professor Kaba Hiawatha Kamene taught me six steps on learning:

  1. Knowledge  2. Understand  3. Apply  4. Analyze 5.  Synthesize  6.  Evaluate

Egg was on my face for I gave Mr. Mzimkhulu a earlier publish date of PresTech blog.  Confident in Spirit, I told him of the delay and he understood.

THE SHELL

Living in Marion, Ohio 2001 employed at Marion General Hospital as a homebased medical transcriptionist.  I called my Grandear (my mother’s mama) and asked her to pray that soon the hospital would send the tech-person to my dwelling to start transcribing at home.  The first three years I worked on site.  Later, I was approved to transcribe at home, however a couple months had went by since the approval.    It was a beautiful summer Saturday and I listened while she prayed and she said, “Angela every shell of God’s is loaded.”  This was my Grandear’s saying after any time she read (shell) in the bible.  She was a hip lady and a sanctified preacher.   A couple hours later, my youngest sondear (age 7) came in the house excited.  “Mama, I found a rock, it’s dirty though…  Can I bring it home?”  I replied, “Sure we will clean up.”  He leaves and returns with the shell.  Is Thing On?  He came home with the shell.  Immediately, recalling to mind what Grandear told me; I knew I would be transcribing at home without delay.   Believe you me, the tech-person came within a week.  I transcribed at home for three years thinking I would not have flare-ups because I did not commute.  WRONG!   Look at me now, am experiencing the joy of observation.  Am having Ffun as in Confunkshun Ffun!  When I received the shell it was whole and not in three pieces.  The most gorgeous shell and sand fell out of it often until finally, there was no sand in the shell.  I knew better than to worship a shell.  Am from the earth:  water, fire, wind and dust.  I innately knew, the shell and rocks were items of connection for me to heal from inside-out.  There was a span of 10 years that I only had the shell.  The rocks were added in 2014 and I have three of those rocks you see in photos throughout my future blogs.  However, the third rock is misplaced in fountain with other rocks.  The rock is still distinguishable in my-mind’s-eye.  The event of my sondear bringing the shell home will forever be a mystery to me.  We did NOT live by a beach.  There was no beach for miles and miles.  Sondear said he found the shell by the basketball court, he saw it sticking up out of the dirt.  The shell was not dirty when sondear brought it home.  He was calling sand… dirt.  There are no more words on the subject in this blog post. 

TREES

LA, DE-DAH!  Exactly what I thought to myself when I saw the reply with the figure of a tree.  I had to transfer that tree image.  Sondear attended college after graduating high school in 2012.  My mother transitioned in 2010.  Driving was causing havoc on my health; I gave my car to sondear to have on campus.  Intentions were that I would drive again, nevertheless Spirit was moving me to stop driving.  LOL, I almost typed…  Spirit was driving me to stop driving.  Thus, the love of tress which I have always loved.  I imagine, there is not a hue-man being that does not love trees.  Yippie-I-A, in print I see content regarding trees and healing.  The last three places I have lived, all had a tree border and on dead end streets.  Healing ran through my veins consistently and even now for I am in constant communication with trees.  Yes, I typed that!  I walked and rode the trolley for three years.  Delightful, Uplifting, Solitude…  How giving up my car for three years, healed me more is beyond words.

There is much more to come.  Am grateful for my Twitter family.  The women have showed ingenuity/solidarity and the gentlemen have done the same.  I needed to communicate more with my family-B1.  My immediate family communication is ever loving and I am having Ffun.  After much reading, researching, stretching, consecration, illness, love, joy finally:  Am Whole!

Love In and Peace Out,

Your SoulSista aka Afrikan aka Activist aka Angela