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ConnectHook Sep 2015
Your Messiah is not Christ
my Karma is not your dogma
Their AntiChrist is not the Mahdi
His avatar is not yet manifest
Our Dajjal is not their 12th Imam
Your Brahman is not my Elohim
The Atman is not the God-Man
Your God-Man is Luciferian
Our Lucifer is not their Allah
The Djinn are undocumented
some angels fell
Allah is not Ras Tafari
Their Zion is Babylon
Jerusalem is Egypt or *****
Their Angels are ascended Masters
Our Master is your ascended Savior
My Savior is your accuser
Their God is no Savior
His unction is Satanic
The war is spiritual
The Spirit is not obvious
My anointing is carnal
their anointing is moronic
our doctrine is angelic
Your rejection was predestined
our acceptance is divine
Our depravity is documented,
your sanctity is illusory
their power is diabolic
their light is darkness
Their leader is ungodly
Our God is unseemly
His Truth is offensive
The bitter is not sweet
the sweet is unworldly
the world is not heavenly.

Trinity in seven spirits, yet God is One…
Revel in the uncertainty. Have some holy fun
fitting more angels on the pin-head, dancing
before they fall. Rebellion is always entrancing
until the current postmodern theology
hooks up with ******-****** linguistic pathology.

Don’t accept my apology
They live in the hilly woods of Jamaica,
Infinitely feasting on bright energy
In flawless harmony with Mother Nature
As man was created by the creator.

One would deem them magical
As their ways are reflections of astrology
Where past, present and future
Are no different from one another.

Affiliated with the emperor of Ethiopia,
Ras Tafari Makonnen, known as Haile Selassie,
Who holds the Solomonic signature,
They know that existence, to living is greater.

They are merely monks of Africa,
But the world knows not of this
For their ways have been altered
By the consumption of fire.
Rastafari livity
“The stone that the builder refused
Will always be the head cornerstone.”
—Bob Marley, “Corner Stone”



🔹 The Builder

He was called Norval Sinclair Marley—
A white man of Empire,
A builder of structures, a bearer of blueprints,
A ghost in uniform from the Royal Marines.
He laid roads and managed men—
But would not father his son.

He planted his seed in the body of a Black girl,
Eighteen years old,
And disappeared like Babylon always does.
He bore the name of “Father”
But built nothing that lasted.



🔹 The Stone

From this abandonment rose Bob Marley—
Ras Tafari’s voice in flesh,
The prophet of rhythm and fire,
A lamb born in the hills of Nine Miles.

He was the stone rejected by the builder,
Yet he became the foundation of a new temple.
Not of marble, not of mortar—
But of spirit, justice, and song.

In him sang the children of the slave ships.
In him moved the psalms of Zion.
In his dreadlocks twisted the scrolls of prophecy.
He was not raised by Empire.
He was raised by Exile and Spirit.



🔹 The Gospel of the Rejected

“Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery…”

Bob Marley sang a Gospel not bound to a church.
He sang from the fire of the rejected,
From the silence of the orphan,
From the soul of the Black Christ who walks barefoot into Babylon
And sings it to its knees.

He was not bitter—he was burning.
He took the father’s rejection
And turned it into revolution.



🔹 The Prophetic Seal

Diagnosed with cancer in July 1977—7 / 77.
Three sevens: the mark of the divine child,
The counter-code to 666,
The true numbering of the Lamb.

His death was not the end—
It was a consecration.
The cornerstone had been laid.



🕊️ Sacred Affirmation

I bear witness:
That Bob Marley was a Christ among the people,
A cornerstone laid not by flesh,
But by Spirit.

That the builders of empire rejected him,
But the Temple of Zion remembers.

That I, too, walk with the Rejected Stone
In building the invisible kingdom
Where rhythm is prayer,
And justice is fire.

— The End —