Semper Fi To Malachi - The Raid Part One

Semper Fi to Malachi

The Raid Part 2

I was in the barn. That was a building that was built as a barn, but we had no animals on the land that we needed to tend to where we would need to store things for those animals, so a few brothers arranged the barn in a way that brothers (that’s what we called each other), could stay there and not have to travel back and forth to Atlanta or whatever city, state or country they came from. I was upstairs in the barn and as I was changing my clothes, preparing to go to the gate, I could hear the radio being keyed as if someone was leaning or pressing on the button as if to talk, but no one was talking. One brother looked out of the window and told me that he thought I needed to get to the gate. I immediately ran to the ladder to get down to the ground floor so that I could head to the gate. If someone told me I needed to get to the gate, I was on it.

 We had whites occasionally harass us at the gate. Not all whites, just a few of the antiquated thinking ones. I’ve been shot at a few times. One time about 6:00 AM when I relieving another brother we called “Twin”, (actually we called his brother “Twin” also). As I was relieving him, and at the same time I was putting my things in the gate house,  I heard what I thought was a car backfiring. I came out to see what was happening and then the rest of the shots were coming closer as I was attempting to go back inside the gate house and get my equipment. It was a total of six shots. It didn’t make sense to call the Sheriff’s Department. Who knows? They may have sent them to do that to us. We have been harassed so much; called the Sheriff’s department by way of 911, pointed to the vehicle that had the occupants harassing us on the side of the road and the deputy just drove on down highway 142. One night, while at the gate, a sports utility vehicle pulled up and two young whites were in the front seat and a broom stick came out from the back and the person at the other end of the stick, and old white guy, put the broom stick to my chest and told me that I know what this could have been. I looked at him and walked away. What could I do? If I did anything, they would have had witnesses against me sitting in the car.

I left the barn and ran down to the gate. I was going to the barn by way of the grass where we had what we called the  Gadush Dakka,  the “Holy Site”. We affectionately called it, “The Communications Site. The communications site was an area built by Dr. Malachi K York where you could sit on a seat with a round background and someone else was at a similar seat facing you approximately twenty five yards away.  You could communicate with each other without yelling to each other. You could talk to each other in a normal conversational tone. In the past, way before we encountered Celtic people, we were able to communicate this way as a people. It was a site where we were able to communicate with our ancestors.  

Muiyn, (we had other names for each other), came running down from the boys house which took him down the street that had the thirty two flags flying. (He went to the other realm a few years back and he helps look over us and answers some of my prayers). He was running to the gate also. In our culture, we typically have African or Egiptian names for each other. Muiyn was an outstanding drummer and he used to teach the boys drumming. He was originally from Chicago. I first met him on the mountain. That was some property that we had around the Catskill Mountains, upstate New York outside of a town called Liberty. That was definitely not weather for Melaninite Children. We have a group now we call the Muiyn drummers, named after James Thomas, affectingly called “Muiyn”. Africans in America who are culturally aware like cultural names because names like Ned, Ted or Fred, all sounds dead.  I guess that’s why I loved the Marine Corps. They were more flamboyant. I liked the statement, “when you are the best, it’s hard to be humble”. Of all the cultural groups in America, the Nuwaubians are the most flamboyant. When you are the best, it’s hard to be humble. the Nuwaubians are the best because of facts. Don’t give me beliefs, give me facts.

As Muiyn was running towards the gate, so was I, but I was coming across the grass by way of the communications site. I saw SUV’s rolling onto the property with blue lights flashing on the vehicles and inside the windows. I thought that maybe we had some escaped convicts on the land so I was running to the gate to tell them some of the areas some people could hide on the property if there were some escapees here. After all, we had children on the land.  So focused was I on the gate, that I didn’t even notice the two FBI agents walking towards me. One of them said to me “Get your hands up, we already have Reverend York and his wife in custody. My thought was, Oh shit. How do we get to him? The most dangerous people on the land that day were Sheriff Howard Richard Sills and the FBI.

Semper Fi To Malachi - Part 1 The Raid

Semper Fi to Malachi

The Raid Part 1

Imagine (if you will), being the President of the United States of America. A country that is considered by many people on this planet, including myself, to be the most powerful country in the world. A country that demands respect from friend and foe alike. A country that has fought many wars on foreign shores and has dropped tons of bombs on military and civilians alike just so that we can maintain the freedoms that we have here in America and to make sure that if you decided to attack here, you’d better think twice. Many men and women have served this country to help maintain our freedoms. I am one of them. A former Marine Gunnery Sergeant who decided to leave my beloved Corps to join a predominately Black organization to assist in the upliftment of Black People. I had, and still have no hatred of White people. I now over stand their nature. The United States of America, on May 8, 2002, sometime between 3:30 and 4:00 PM launched an attack on American citizens who resided at 404 Shady Dale Road in rural Putnam County, Georgia. The reason that I know the approximate time is because I was preparing to relieve the guard who was scheduled to get off the main gate to the property at 4:00 PM. I am an American citizen.    

I was responsible for the security on the land and we always looked forward to the many people in our tribe to assist in helping us with the security to help maintain the peaceful and serene environment that Reverend Malachi Z York had created for us. Reverend York was and still is a Master Teacher. He has devoted his life for the upliftment of black people and any other people who needed assistance in over standing their history, culture, science, math, etc. At the time, we had a shortage of assistance doing security on the land which was a 476 acre Egiptian themed park.  I would be relieving Vincent Jackson, a former Soldier in the United States Army. He traveled from Augusta, approximately a two hour drive to our property to do 4 hours of guard once a week. He provided other services on the land as many of our members did. Some of the women came up and assisted in the beautification of the property. We had events going on just about every day. At this particular time, we were preparing for our annual Saviors Day event. People traveled from all over the globe to come to the event. Aside from the flag pole that flew the American flag and another that flew the church flag, we had 32 flag poles leading from the gate to an area we called the train station. The 32 flag poles represented the countries that had people who ordered books and enjoyed and studied our doctrine of Nuwaupu. Right knowledge. Facts. Our people provided plenty of business for the local Ingles grocery store.

Everyone loved to come to the land for this once a year event because they looked forward to seeing our Master Teacher and our Savior for this day and time. A man who devoted his life to the upliftment of our people. A man who worked tirelessly in providing information to those who asked questions. Entire books have been written by the Master Teacher, Reverend Malachi York just by being asked simple questions. Imperial Grand Potentate Malachi K York has written books with such simple titles from questions that people asked such as “Who Rolled the Stone”. A book for Christians and non Christians alike. Santa or Satan, the fallacy of Christmas.  This former Marine realized that he made no mistake in refusing a retirement from the United States of America. What does this have to do with the President of the United States? There is no way possible that a raid could be done on American citizens with over 400 agents, sheriff’s deputies, fire fighters, and agents from the National Parks Service (and the then President of the United

States of America at that time, George W. Bush), not know about it. Not that I couldn’t use the retirement money. It was that I joined an organization that did great work in uplifting black people better than any organization I could think of. We were, (and still are) clean and very knowledgeable about facts of Black people, white people and the other sub races on this planet.   There was nothing I had against the Marine Corps. As a matter of fact, if a life changing book hadn’t been given to me, I would have been a Marine for thirty years if they allowed me to stay that long. However, my species is more important to me than the Corps.