Thozoka family! Thokoza is Zulu and is translated "Be Happy!" It is with great humility before the mpande and with personal joy that I announce the unveiling of my Zulu name the mpande have chosen. I AM kuthokoza mina uNyoniyeZulu inkanyiso lizwileqiniso umelibandla. "uNyoniyeZulu" is the mythical Zulu bird of Lightening that resides in the heavens. Ironically my Sangoma mentor says the bones reveal I have "Bliksem - That which strike fast when u least expect it, sent by a real high sorcerer, magick lightning! A bliksem in Afrikaans." Ironically, my rattlesnake on the nganga is named Lightning! The rest of my Zulu praise name is inkanyiso lizwileqiniso umelibandla is interpreted, "the Light of God, the Voice of Truth, the Defender of Justice.' Again the South African Sangoma writes to me "U see now your specialties! U lead, show direction, heal and comfort."
Confirmation of my royal Zulu ancestry is inferred both by the mpande and my nfumbe, plus confirmed by the tarot. My mother's slave ancestors were Bantu and married among the Zulu people. My ugogmkhulu wakho (great great Zulu grandmother) is named Nkukumezana inyoni kayidli phansi idlaphezukwezihlahla. A more recent slave ancestor named Alister lived in the south eastern part of were I now reside the mpande say. Alister is the one connecting me to my Zulu lineage. She was a strong beautiful dark brown woman the readings reveal. It is she that mediums have seen around me all these years but could not identify. There are no coincidences in the Universe. Things happen for a reason regardless if you understand why then or years later. Years ago some of you may recall I publicly shared on the Luckymojo Hoodoo Rootwork Hour how I was led to bath with the grave dirt of Zora Neal Hurston and the subsequent visions and dreams I had of being in Africa and being welcomed home as a child of the Congo and Son of Zulu!
Mari Ruth will attest to my vision and dream of the serpent mermaid that carried me deep beneath the waters of a river. There the spirit told me I am Zulu - that the heavens belonged to me and I am called by the ancestors to this work. The monstrous snake mermaid said all I would ever need to know about conjure was already in me. When I rose from the raging rapids of that river, the strong hands of my Bantu South African ancestors grabbed my wrist and led me across to safety! I immediately wrote about the experience, mailed a copy to myself, shared a copy with NY Times best selling author Christine Wicker who later wrote about this experience in "Not In Kansas Anymore, A Curious Tale How Magic Is Changing America" a year afterwards. She was with me when I collected the dirt from Zora Neal Hurston's grave. That year I sent Zora's dirt all around the world to dozens of people. Thank you mama Zora for connecting me to my past in order that I may know my future. "A people without the knowledge of their past history, origin and culture is like a tree without roots". Marcus Garvey
Confirmation of my royal Zulu ancestry is inferred both by the mpande and my nfumbe, plus confirmed by the tarot. My mother's slave ancestors were Bantu and married among the Zulu people. My ugogmkhulu wakho (great great Zulu grandmother) is named Nkukumezana inyoni kayidli phansi idlaphezukwezihlahla. A more recent slave ancestor named Alister lived in the south eastern part of were I now reside the mpande say. Alister is the one connecting me to my Zulu lineage. She was a strong beautiful dark brown woman the readings reveal. It is she that mediums have seen around me all these years but could not identify. There are no coincidences in the Universe. Things happen for a reason regardless if you understand why then or years later. Years ago some of you may recall I publicly shared on the Luckymojo Hoodoo Rootwork Hour how I was led to bath with the grave dirt of Zora Neal Hurston and the subsequent visions and dreams I had of being in Africa and being welcomed home as a child of the Congo and Son of Zulu!
Mari Ruth will attest to my vision and dream of the serpent mermaid that carried me deep beneath the waters of a river. There the spirit told me I am Zulu - that the heavens belonged to me and I am called by the ancestors to this work. The monstrous snake mermaid said all I would ever need to know about conjure was already in me. When I rose from the raging rapids of that river, the strong hands of my Bantu South African ancestors grabbed my wrist and led me across to safety! I immediately wrote about the experience, mailed a copy to myself, shared a copy with NY Times best selling author Christine Wicker who later wrote about this experience in "Not In Kansas Anymore, A Curious Tale How Magic Is Changing America" a year afterwards. She was with me when I collected the dirt from Zora Neal Hurston's grave. That year I sent Zora's dirt all around the world to dozens of people. Thank you mama Zora for connecting me to my past in order that I may know my future. "A people without the knowledge of their past history, origin and culture is like a tree without roots". Marcus Garvey
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