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"The Lion Sleeps Tonight"

Posted on November 30 2013 by Akeulette

"Near the village the peaceful village
The lion sleeps tonight
Near the village the quiet village
The lion sleeps t

Hush my darling don't fear my darling
The lion sleeps tonight
Hush my darling don't fear my darling
The lion sleeps t


Posted on November 29 2013 by Akeulette

L'ange de Dieu me rassure ainsi par ces paroles quand la panique me gagna en reve une semaine avant l'investiture du tyran.

Le 16/06/2011 a 5:30 Gmt

Lire lien: http://lacriseivoirienneestspirituelle.overblog.com/gga.gbo-est-privilegie!!


To Simone and Laurent GBA.GBO!!!

Posted on November 29 2013 by Akeulette

" The most beautiful people are those who have know defeat, know suffering, know struggle, know loss, and have found their way out of the depths. They have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not.... just happen"

To Simone and Laurent GBA.GBO!!!

"Herode" a peur!!!

Posted on November 26 2013 by Akeulette

Herode dit;-<< Je suis Herode. Et le territoire sur lequel s'etend mon pouvoir n'est sans doute pas tres grand. Peut-etre que je n'ai qu'une vie limitee.

Mais , en tout cas, je suis ici le souverain absolu. Personne n'a quoi que ce soit a me dire.

Mes reves me disent parfois que ce <<royaume>> est fragile, et qu'un jour jour ma vie, mes sentiments, mes pensees et ma volonte seront revendiques par un POUVOIR SUPERIEUR. Cest une voix qui vient de loin, de la, ou la lumiere commence a poindre dans l'obscurite. Je suis etonne. Cela me fait peur. J'ai deja organise ma vie. Je ne veux pas abdiquer et redevenir simple serviteur.>>

Oui Herode a vraiment peur...

Vous savez quoi? Les "apotres" de Herode ont desactive la video du prophete Kacou Severin, qui prophetisait sur le cote spirituel de la crise Ivoirienne en Octobre 2000! Une video que j'ai telecharge sur mon blog dimanche dernier. Vous avez ete nombreux a la visionner et revisionner. Mais ce soir a ma grande surprise je recois des messages me disant que la video a ete desactivee sur mon blog!!! Je viens de la telecharger encore grace a youtube. Que va t'il se passer?...

Aux apotres de Herode; Honte a vous!!! Vous etes vaincu!!!



"The Million Man March Pledge"

Posted on November 26 2013 by Akeulette

"I PLEDGE that from this day forward I will strive to love my brother as I love myself. I, from this day forward, will strive to improve myself spiritually, morally, mentally, socially, politically and economically for the benefit of myself, my family and my people.

I PLEDGE that I will strive to build businesses, build houses, build hospitals, build factories and enter into international trade for the good of myself, my family and my people.

I PLEDGE that from this day forward I will never raise my hand with a knife or a gun to beat, cut, or shoot any member of my family or any human being except in self-defense.

I PLEDGE from this day forward I will never abuse my wife by striking her, disrespecting her, for she is the mother of my children and the producer of my future.

I PLEDGE that from this day forward I will never engage in the abuse of children, little boys or little girls for sexual gratification. For I will let them grow in peace to be strong men and women for the future of our people.

I WILL NEVER again use the ‘B word' to describe any female. But particularly my own Black sister.

I PLEDGE from this day forward that I will not poison my body with drugs or that which is destructive to my health and my well-being.

I PLEDGE from this day forward I will support Black newspapers, Black radio, Black television. I will support Black artists who clean up their acts to show respect for themselves and respect for their people and respect for the ears of the human family.

I will do all of this so help me God."



Posted on November 26 2013 by Akeulette

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "For Whites Only". We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"



Posted on November 26 2013 by Akeulette

To the human-vampires in the Cote d'Ivoire your time is UP!!!

"unnu old vampire
you don't like to see youths prosper
only like to see youths suffer
unnu set of v

unnu old vampire
only trod upon creation
with your bloody meditation
unnu set of v

unnu fight against upfullness
unnu fight against creation
unnu fight against
everything good for the younger gener


Kacou Séverin-"Comment sauver la Côte d'Ivoire?"

Posted on November 23 2013 by Akeulette


"Heal The World"

Posted on November 23 2013 by Akeulette

"Heal The World
Make It A Better Place
For You And For Me
And The Entire Human Race
There Are People Dying
If You Care Enough
For The Living
Make A Better Place
For You And For Me"


Le Mendiant

Posted on November 23 2013 by Akeulette

Published by Akeulette

Aujourd'hui 20 Novembre 2013 en reve, j'etais dans une tres grande foret au Congo. Au milieu de cette foret, il y'avait une ceremonie, comme un genre de pacte entre la Cote d'Ivoire et le Congo. Le Seigneur me faisait comprendre que les gens ne voulaient pas que ce pacte ce sache. Ca devait rester la-bas dans cette foret Congolaise ou l'action se deroulait.

Je sors de la foret, et emprunte un chemin menant vers un village. Au bord du chemin se trouve un mendiant assis avec une petite calebasse a la main entraint de demander l'aumone. Des qu'il m'appercoit, le mendiant se leve, se tient bien droit, leve la tete, il veut me faire comprendre qu'il a de la dignite. Il se transforme sur le champ, en une jeune et jolie fille qui me fait des yeux, elle cherche a me seduire, avec un beau sourire pour que je lui fasse l'aumone. Le Seigneur me montre que cette jeune fille est habillee comme un homme. Elle portait un pantalon gris pour homme trop grand pour sa taille, des souliers noirs plus grands que ces pieds, elle trainait les pas en marchant comme un vieil homme. Je la regarde, j'ai la gorge nouee, je pleure, je la depasse pourtant sans lui remettre un sous.

Je secoue la tete et me dis:- JE N'ARRIVE PAS A CROIRE QU'IL MENDIE ENCORE!!!

J'ai l'impression que le Seigneur a reduit le tyran a la mendicite, et me dis dans ce reve que malgre le recent pret du Congo a la Cote d'Ivoire, le tyran mendie toujours, ce pret ne suffit pas a la Cote d'ivoire. C'est la deuxieme fois que le Seigneur me montre le tyran en mediant. Lire (Reve sur le Camp des refugies au Ghana!). Pourquoi la ceremonie secrete dans la foret Congolaise? Sassou est un francmacon comme le tyran. Et la franc-maconnerie est a la base de la crise Ivoirienne. Ce pret vient sceller leur lien maconnique au coeur de l' Afrique!

Thank you

Le Mendiant
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