The Black Horsewoman

The Black Horsewoman is capable of so much I am yet to understand her immeasurable power. I remember her as a very generous and hard working woman when I was a child and I know that this role she will have for all eternity was hard earned and completely meant for her. It is an honor to have a grandmother like her. It never fails to amaze me of how neither one of us knew who we really were sitting at her antique marble kitchen table as she gave me advice while teaching me how to cook southern cuisine from scratch. "Grandmama rolls", apple pie, collard greens, bread pudding, candied yams, fried chicken, corn bread, baked macaroni and cheese and so on. Most of these delights cooked in her trusted cast iron skillet. If you were hungry and in need of a pan of food you could come by the house on any given Sunday.

All About Grandma

It was a time when Brooklyn was actually a city and not a borough. Brownstones cost a mere fraction of what it would be worth today. At some point within this time a season had begun of which an influx of African Americans moved into the lovely properties of the Bedford-Stuyvesant, Stuyvesant Heights, Clinton Hills areas. Many African Americans from Harlem, the southern states and Caribbean Indians swooped in and bought up what they could afford. My family from Saint Vincent purchased three properties between Clinton Hills (which was once considered to be Bedford-Stuyvesant) and Bedford-Stuyvesant. My Great-Uncle Edison Haynes bought two properties and Grandma, originally from Virginia, kept them going when he passed on. I was taken into one of the last two remaining homes (one on Monroe Street in Bedstuy and the second on St. James Street in Clinton Hills) when I was orphaned and she went from Great-Aunt to my Grandma. By the time I would leave home for good in the early nineteen nineties we were down to one property and Grandma had just passed away.

Decades later, when the season of a prominently African American demographics would change drastically, I would be catapulted into the need to utilize my ability to commune with the passed on which allowed us to pick up my relationship with Grandma had left off. It also allowed us to forge relationships with so many others from so many different races, from so many different ages throughout time, different species from in and out of time that had found their way to Zion. I didn't guide her to the 'light', I guided her to Zion which was not a multi-universe at that time but it was still a beautiful and quaint paradise that Corpus Chris and I stumbled on by chance. Since Corpus Chris kept refusing to enter into the 'light', I didn't want him to stay in spirit form, in a limbo state between 'stations' as I like to call realities that require a physical state of being. Thank goodness he refused to give up on who he was and to choose going into the oblivion, reincarnating into some one I would never know and forgetting who he once was. If it wasn't for Chris I would not be able to reunite with my love ones. Zion was the alternative and of course we did not know it was Zion yet! In the meantime I must be frank when I say that many of those that I guided to Zion every chance I got were furious and hurt about how they left Earth. All the while their 'glory' or karma kept Zion ever expanding. What was now a small paradise frequency was in the throws of becoming something else and Grandma was a pillar of this ever growing community of extraordinary people that have either made history or is about to! The one thing everyone in Zion has in common is that they paid dearly to enter such a new reality bringing in all their good karma and receiving a new body. The time in which they were bitter, rightfully so, and really wanted to come back to Earth to even some things out...well. Let's just say that many find it hard to come back to Earth unless to assist because Zion is their home now. Much of Zion is like Earth but much is absolutely not like Earth.

And then in twenty eighteen Grandma tells me "shit bout to change on Earth because we fixen come in"! I was confused but my confusion did not stop me from witnessing the Kingdom of Heaven begin its descent and its inhabitants receive their boons! Then the New Ark was formed right above Brooklyn unleashing much science for me to transcribe and to be published for the public. Here comes more intergalactic species, and powerful pantheons (known and even unknown to Earth) to take their places at this Round Table. Grandma had a plenty to provide those who have taken their places and those that will eventually take their places. Fried chicken, Potato salad sweet tea, etcetera! The Black Horsewoman. So apocalyptic we call her Apocalypto! The need on Earth was great and prophesies were due to come to pass. I was now targeted and in grave danger as was my family, as were many other people.

Revlataions 6:5

When he opened the third seal, I heard the third living say, "Come!" And I looked, and behold, a black horse! And its rider had a pair of scales in her and.

In the small video collage below there are many renderings of my Grandma that the Ancestors assisted me in finding. But look closely at where my Grandma dwells, the Black scales in her possession. She resides at the 'veil' or the junction between the two regions of the brain known as the grey and white matter. She stands between the light and the dark to be the interface which allows for both regions to interact harmoniously. This is my Grandma's boon.