Thursday, September 4, 2014


For those with eyes to see... WE ARE ON THE WRONG PATH. The technocratic world has brought us nothing but pain and misery. It is a luciferian creation and has separated us not only from nature, but from ourselves.

Behold the beauty of humans who are not born into slavery or raised to be dependent on an artificial system. Notice the absolute love between mother and child and the ease with which these people relate to each other and the Earth. Notice their joy and the way spirit moves through them when they dance.

It is time for us to remember our origins and return to a more beautiful way of life. The technocratic world must end in order that we may move forward.

Source Article:
The Himba Tribe

In the northern parts of Namibia and on the banks of the Kunene River leave a semi nomadic tribe known as the Himba people. Of all the tribes of Africa still alive today, the Himba are one of the few that counts the birth date of the child not from when the day they were born, nor conceived but the day the mother decided to have the child.

When a Himba woman decides to have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the chis that wants to come. And after she's heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child's father, and teaches him the song. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, they sing the song of the child , as a way to invite the child.

And when she becomes pregnant, the mother teaches that child's song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child's song to welcome it And then as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child's song. I f the child falls, or gets hurt, someone picks them up and sings to them. Or maybe the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.

In the Himba tribe there is one other occasion when the child song is sang to the child. If the child commits a crime or something that is against the Himba social norms, the villagers call him or her to the center of the village and the community form a circle around him. Then the sing their birth song to them.

The Himba view correction for antisocial behavior not as a punishment, but as love and remembrance of identity. For when you recognise your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another. And as the child goes through their life their song is the theme of their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when the child is lying in his bed, ready to die, all the villagers that know his or her song come and sing - for the last time that person's song.