The Blaque Scroll

She holds the world in her hands and still manages to lift everyone else around her. This is for the Black woman—the cornerstone, the nurturer, the fighter, the healer. The one who has been overlooked, underestimated, oversexualized, and overworked. The one who has been the backbone of families, movements, nations, and faith, yet rarely receives her due. You are not an accessory to the story. You are the story. Bone of Royal Bone From Eve to Sarah, from Miriam to Ruth, from Queen Nzinga to Harriet Tubman to your grandmother—the Black woman has always been central. Whether she was giving birth to nations or tearing down strongholds, she has carried the sacred with grace. She is more than strength. She is wisdom, softness, creativity, and resilience all braided together. She is made from royal dust, kissed by the sun, and blessed with the ability to birth generations while breaking chains. She is not a trend. She is the blueprint. Strong, But Not Invincible The world loves to...

June comes with parades, rainbow flags, corporate rebranding, and loud celebration. But somewhere behind the noise, the soul of June gets lost—the rhythm of our roots, the very sound that shaped the world. June is Black Music Month. But you wouldn’t know it. Pride Month dominates every corner of the media, backed by corporate dollars and widespread attention. Meanwhile, Black Music Month—a time meant to celebrate the music that gave birth to countless genres, artists, and revolutions—goes under-promoted and overlooked. That deserves to be acknowledged. We Made the Music That Moves the Planet Black music isn’t just entertainment. It’s cultural DNA. From the field songs of the enslaved to the jazz clubs of Harlem, from Marley’s anthems of liberation to Kendrick's verses of reflection and resistance—our music has always been more than art. It’s been testimony, medicine, and movement. Gospel uplifted us. Blues told our pain. Jazz revealed our brilliance. Soul expressed our ...

For decades, a chart has circulated in camps, churches, and street corners claiming to identify exactly where the 12 tribes of Israel are today. It says African-Americans are Judah, Jamaicans are Benjamin, Haitians are Levi, and so on. At first glance, it seems empowering—finally, a map of who we are. But here’s the uncomfortable truth: that chart is fake. And the man who created it admitted it. The Origins of the Chart The 12 Tribes Chart originated from a group known as One West Hebrew Israelites in the 1970s. A leader named Aria crafted the chart, assigning each of the 12 tribes of Israel to modern ethnic groups across the Americas and Caribbean. His breakdown included: Judah = African-Americans Benjamin = Jamaicans Levi = Haitians Simeon = Dominicans Zebulun = Central Americans Ephraim = Puerto Ricans And so on... But Aria later admitted that the chart was not based on genealogy, archaeology, or scripture. It was based on "revelation." In other words, he made ...

"Jesus is love." That’s what they say, right? But somewhere along the way, that “love” turned soft. Hollow. Feel-good. Today, it’s been twisted to mean accept everything, affirm everyone, never correct, never confront. But the real Messiah? Yahusha wasn’t about that life. He didn’t come to pat sinners on the back. He came to call them out—and call them home. 🕊️ He Taught Love… But Not the Kind You Think Yahusha absolutely taught love—but it wasn’t the kind you find in Hallmark cards or pop songs. His love had boundaries, standards, and truth woven into every word. “If you love Me, keep My commandments.” — John 14:15 That’s not "love is love." That’s covenant love—obedient, disciplined, sacrificial. He didn’t say, “Live your truth.” He said, “I am the Truth.” Mercy Without Repentance? Never. Let’s be real. Yahusha forgave a woman caught in adultery—but He didn’t say “Keep doing you.” He said: "Go, and sin no more.” — John 8:11 His love didn’t coddle...

To expand a tad more on a previous blog regarding the ineffable name doctrine, for centuries, one of the most sacred truths was silenced under the weight of man-made tradition. The Ineffable Name Doctrine taught that the true name of the Most High, spelled YHWH (Yod-Hey-Uau-Hey) in Hebrew, was too holy to be spoken aloud. Instead, titles like "Adonai" (Lord) or "HaShem" (The Name) were substituted in scripture and worship. But here lies the problem: Who gave humanity the right to hide what Yahuah revealed? A Name Given, Not Hidden Scripture never instructs us to conceal the name of the Creator. In fact, His name is meant to be called upon, remembered, and declared: "And it shall come to pass, that whosoever shall call on the name of Yahuah shall be delivered." — Yo’el (Joel) 2:32 "I will declare Your name unto My brethren: in the midst of the congregation will I praise You." — Tehillim (Psalms) 22:22 The prophets knew it. Yahusha proc...

Sixteen years. It’s been sixteen years since the world lost Michael Jackson—the man who moonwalked across our screens, into our speakers, and straight into the core of our culture. Time has moved on, but the space he left remains untouched. Unmatched. Michael wasn’t just an entertainer. He was a cosmic event. A rare alignment of genius, pain, perfectionism, and divine purpose. When he moved, we watched. When he sang, we felt. When he broke, we all heard the cracks. The Legacy of a Revolutionary From the very first sparkle of "ABC" with the Jackson 5 to the ground-breaking pulse of Thriller, MJ didn’t just ride the wave of pop—he was the wave. He made music visual. He made dance spiritual. He made global unity feel possible through sound. He taught the world that Black boys could be royalty. That performance could be prophecy. That art could change things. His influence is in every artist who dares to mix precision with heart, every Super Bowl stage show, every mom...