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To She Who Carries The World

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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...
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God Knows My Heart — And That’s the Problem

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We love to say it. Usually when we’re caught slipping. When conviction starts tapping on our shoulder, or when someone calls us out. “God knows my heart.” And you’re right. He does. But here’s the part we don’t talk about: That heart? Isn’t always something to be proud of. Let’s be real — a lot of us are walking around thinking our intentions will cover our actions. We act wild, speak reckless, live sloppy... and then slap that line on top like spiritual duct tape. “God knows my heart.” As if that makes the filth righteous. But Scripture don’t sugarcoat it: “The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it?” — Jeremiah 17:9 Let that sink in. Desperately wicked. Above all things. So when we say, “God knows my heart,” it’s not a badge of honor. It’s a warning. It means He sees the part of us that even we try to ignore. He sees the thoughts we won’t speak out loud. He hears the prayers we don’t mean. He watches us talk about love while secretly holding hate...
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The True Sabbath: Yahuah’s Divine Appointment — Not Rome’s Day Off

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WAKE UP CALL The Sabbath isn’t just some ancient "Jewish thing," a day for naps, or an optional spiritual bonus round. It’s Yahuah’s divine appointment with humanity—written into the very fabric of creation. But somewhere between Genesis and Gregorian, mankind lost the plot. What was once a sacred rhythm has been whitewashed, renamed, and scheduled out of sync with the Most High. "Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it set-apart..." (Exodus 20:8) But how do you remember something you've never truly known? 1. BACK TO EDEN: THE FIRST SHABBAT Genesis 2:2-3 is where it all starts: "And on the seventh day Elohim ended His work... and He rested on the seventh day... and blessed the seventh day and sanctified it." Before there was Israel, there was Sabbath. It wasn’t given to a religion—it was given to creation itself. Yahuah didn’t rest because He was tired. He set a rhythm. A heavenly pulse. Sabbath is the first thing Yahuah ever called set-apart....
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Sex Without Soul: The Cost of Casual Culture

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The Naked Truth Everybody’s smashing, but nobody’s connecting. Bodies in motion, spirits on pause. This generation turned sex into a handshake, then wondered why intimacy feels extinct. We scroll through flesh like it’s Netflix. Tap, swipe, ghost, repeat. We’ve traded divine union for dopamine. And somewhere in the mix, love got lost in the algorithm. We live in an era where casual is king. Casual conversations. Casual relationships. Casual commitments. And of course — casual sex. But let’s keep it real: nothing about sex is casual. Not when it echoes in your soul long after the clothes are back on and the phone stops buzzing. The Bible wasn’t just being poetic when it said: “Do you not know that he who unites himself with a prostitute is one with her in body? For it is said, ‘The two will become one flesh.’” — 1 Corinthians 6:16 That’s not just old church talk. That’s spiritual law . You become one with whoever you lay with — whether you like it or not. And now...
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Nate Dogg: The West Coast Sinatra

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From the smoky lounges of 1940s New York to the sun-drenched blocks of 1990s Long Beach, two men stood apart in their time — not for how loud they were, but for how smooth they stayed in a world full of noise. Frank Sinatra and Nate Dogg. On the surface? Two completely different artists. But dig deeper, and you’ll find a vibe so parallel it almost feels spiritual. Frank was the original silk-suited killer. A gentleman with mob ties, charm in his voice, and danger in his eyes. The kind of man who’d sing your girl to sleep, toast your father at dinner, then have you whacked in a back alley before dessert. His voice wasn’t just beautiful — it was commanding. Subtle, yes. But never soft. Fast forward to Nate Dogg. He wasn’t a rapper. He didn’t need to be. He was the hook. The mood. The closer. The man who could sing 4 words and make it the anthem of the decade. Nate didn’t need a spotlight. He was the spotlight. He’d slide into a track, lace it with warmth and weight, and dip o...
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Stolen Sands: The Arab Invasion of North Africa and the Erasure of Kemet

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Egypt. Kemet. The Black Land. Land of pyramids and prophecy. Of sacred geometry and celestial science. Before the world got loud with colonizers and conquerors, Egypt was the crown of Africa, not the Middle East. Not Arabia. Africa. But today, Egypt is labeled an “Arab Republic.” The history books say it’s always been that way — as if Cleopatra wore a hijab and the Pyramids were funded by oil money. That lie runs deep, reinforced by empire and echoed by generations. This blog exists to break that lie. To return Egypt to her original context. To remember who she really was — before the Arab invasion, before the cultural rewrite, before the sandstorm of erasure buried Kemet beneath foreign names. Kemet Before the Crescent Long before Islam. Long before Arabic. Long before turbans and Qur’anic schools echoed through the Nile Valley — there was Kemet. Kemet — “The Black Land” — was not named just for its fertile soil. It was for the people. The original Kemites were Black, African, and bri...
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Imhotep: From Brilliant Builder to Hollywood Boogeyman – The True Story Behind the Mummy's Villain

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When you hear the name "Imhotep," what comes to mind? For many, it's the terrifying, reanimated high priest from the 1999 blockbuster The Mummy. Cursed for a forbidden love, he rises from his sarcophagus as a vengeful monster, unleashing plagues and chaos upon a unsuspecting world. He’s the quintessential ancient Egyptian villain, a figure of dark magic and relentless evil. But what if I told you that the real Imhotep was not a malevolent sorcerer, but one of the most brilliant and revered figures in all of ancient Kemet? What if the man who Hollywood turned into a boogeyman was, in reality, a pioneering genius, a healer, and an architect whose innovations fundamentally changed the course of human history? Here at The Blaque Scroll, we're dedicated to unearthing the true narratives of the ancient world, especially when history has been rewritten and distorted. Today, we're pulling back the linen wraps on the myth of Imhotep to reveal the incredible, ac...
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