#ancestralstrength

You break, you wound, and then you write, turning lies into poetry, calling yourself the victim, naming me the tyrant while your own hands drip. This is your expertise, this is performance, pitiful theater. You redecorate your prisons, dress your rot in ink, but truth carves deeper than your words.

Hear me: projection is not power. Ink is not absolution. Your mask will not hold. The wound will return to its maker. I curse your lies to rot in your mouth, your illusions to collapse under their own weight. The story bends back, and Saturn weighs the scales.

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖍. 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖐𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖈 𝖑𝖆𝖜𝖘.

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🦍 HEY MURDER APE -- SUMMARY TRANSMISSION

Civilization wasn’t built on kale. It wasn’t celery sticks that carved cathedrals or soy foam that fueled tribes.

It was bone marrow. It was meat. It was the murder ape diet written into your DNA.

So when hollow-eyed kale clerics try to preach “ethical eating,” remember this:

Your teeth are knives.

Your brain is a steak-powered supercomputer.

And your “Impossible Burger” still bleeds because you crave what you condemn.

🥩 Meat built humanity. 🥬 Pretending otherwise builds zombies.

🔥 Full award-winning doctrine -- the long-form evolutionary rant that shreds vegan cosplay and exposes the hypocrisy with receipts -- lives here:

👉 Hey Murder Ape — Full Post

🛡️ Blacksite Literature™. Scrolltrap psychology. Apex primate transmissions.

🐺 Reminder: You’re a murder ape pretending to be a rabbit. And rabbits don’t build civilizations.

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I could never be made to feel small by someone who does not know the fullness of who I am. Referring to me as ‘that sangoma’ or ‘that nyanga’ is not the insult you imagine it to be. Titles rooted in calling, service, and healing do not lose their worth because of your misunderstanding. Perhaps spend less energy trying to provoke reactions from others and more time tending to whatever within you…

🌾 We carry the echoes of our ancestors in every breath of courage. Let Ibo’s Landing remind you of the power found in remembrance and resilience.

I am a descendant of royalty… A grandchild of the sun and great grandchild of the water.A daughter of the winds birthed by fearless warriors, whose bones still drum beneath the earth.