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Analyzing Robert Johnson (May 8, 1911 – August 16, 1938) : Is Your Soul For Sell? ***messymandella***

Excerpt From Stephen Davis “Hammer of the Gods.”

“In the delta of the Mississippi River, where Robert Johnson was born, they said that if an aspiring bluesmen waited by the side of a deserted crossroads in the dark of a moonless night, then the Devil himself might come and tune his guitar, sealing a pact for the bluesmen’s soul and guaranteeing a lifetime of easy money, women, and fame. They said that Robert Johnson must have waited by the crossroads and gotten his guitar fine-tuned.

Robert Johnson was a Mississippi blues singer and songwriter, who according to legend, sold his soul to Satan “at the crossroads” in exchange for his remarkable talent on the guitar.


 
Born and raised in Mississippi, Robert Johnson started playing blues guitar in the late 1920s. His wife and child died in childbirth around 1930 and he is said to have devoted himself to the guitar. Part of the crossroads story comes from a report that he dropped out of sight for a while in the early 1930s and returned a much-improved guitarist.

In 1936-37 he recorded at least 29 songs in Texas (San Antonio and Dallas), then returned to Mississippi to play and sing in clubs and bars. His mysterious death at the age of 27 added to the legend: He died in 1938, falling ill after playing a party and dying four days later.

At the stroke of midnight, he walked down to the windswept crossroads at the junction of Highways 61 and 49 in Clarksdale, Mississippi. Reciting an ancient incantation, he called upon the Devil to make his deal. In exchange for Johnson’s immortal soul, the devil tuned his guitar, thereby giving him the abilities which he so desired. From then on, the young bluesman played his instrument with an unearthly style, his fingers dancing over the strings. His voice moaned and wailed, expressing the deepest sorrows of a condemned sinner.

Whatever the reason, Johnson died at the young age of twenty-seven (The 27 Club with members Jim Morrison, and Janis Joplin)  Down in the Delta Blues music that has influenced guitar players like Muddy Waters, and his songs have been covered by several rock stars, including Eric Clapton and The Rolling Stones.
 In 1986 Robert Johnson was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. His songs include “Crossroad Blues,” “Me and the Devil Blues” and “Terraplane Blues.”

Because of the historical significance of “Cross Road Blues,” it was inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame in 1998.

Robert Johnson (May 8, 1911 – August 16, 1938)

Historians and musicians all over the world are still are intrigued

 

by the legend of Robert’s deal with the devil came due and as evidence gave the fact that they had seen him on all fours, howling at the moon the night he died……

 

Undisputed facts about Johnson’s life are few and far between. More often than not, his legend has obscured the few grains of truth that can be discerned. According to the myth, the young bluesman desperately longed for fame and fortune. “

 

What is encrypted in the power of fame?

 

Do musicians and other artist go against everything they we are taught to reach that pinnacle of success?

 

We are closer to the spiritual world, and we are closer than we can ever could imagine.

 

Would you risk your intuition and mystical inner strength to reach that Millionaire status, given a chose?

 

Did Robert Johnson make a pact with the Devil?

 

Historians claimed that Robert could not play but a few chords if any, on the guitar until he came back from the Cross Roads.

The eerie tale is of course, that when he came back to play he played better than anyone else, that saw him playing a week before, and could not understand why? Robert ONLY played with his back turned away from his audience….

 

Here is the footage, and now you know the legend!

Was this story a myth, or a true deal with the devil? Would you make that deal to gain riches and fame?

 

 

 

 

Transgendered Teen Leelah Alcorn, 17, of Kings Mills, Ohio, Commits Suicide!***messymandella***

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While we celebrate our year of 2014, it is mandatory to also reminisce on the injustice, but emotional baggage we assume will be left in the past. If the past, has not been resolved, those issues will follow you after we begin our resolutions and promises that we undoubtedly will not keep.  We have accepted the myth that what ever you were born as, that is what you must remain. We believe that to rationalize our own fears. A gay man can have 5 sex partners his entire life, and the heterosexual male can move state to state just to screw different women and they are considered  a celebrated pimp or mack.

As the years go by I have witnessed the utter disrespect of women, gays and misplaced judgment. We pick and chose what we believe in the Bible,and other religious documents. Some Black Muslims will sleep with other races of women,eat pork and but will above and beyond to disagree with someone’s sexual preference.

Loyalty changes day to day. The same person that went to bed as a sweetheart, turns around and acts different around friends. People can be so transparent, and so judgmental. We live in a crazy world, were we can dictate how we feel someone should dress or act.  Women are born women, even if their genitals say differently. In urban communities, gay black men are ostracized by black men because of it not being sexually acceptable. In the end, it is all about putting on a show and degradation.  Why is this girl dead? In our society we are taught she wasn’t a girl. Can you imagine you feeling comfortable about yourself, but having to be taunted just because what you and how you love? This is the suicide of a 17 year old, who knew who she was, but felt it would be easier to go sway. 

         I grew up a Jehovah Witness. I was friend with a gay man that loved God, but lived on the low because of our religion. Once he came out he was disfellowshipped , meaning we were not allowed to communicate with him, and we were obligated to ignore his presence. Well, I gave him a hug as a little girl, and he told me that I was breaking the laws and I couldn’t hug him anymore. I cried because I didn’t understand.

                He later told me he loved me and that he was going to try to become active and I wouldn’t have to ignore him. He contracted AIDS and never received his chance to return as an active member of the kingdom Hall. He died in a hospital by himself , no one was allowed to come visit him. I fussed and told my parents it was wrong. It is wrong now. This little girl is dead,because of  the same circumstances, ignorance and discrimination. We have to stop being homophobic, because of what people will react.

              Was she a martyr? No, but she more tolerance at 17  than most adults. I have a close friend now who is Trans, what if this was Cassidy? What if she didn’t fight to be who she felt she should be?  What if she gave up? I would have never encountered a true and kind heart person like her. Here is the letter that she left behind after she  committed suicide.

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“If you are reading this, it means that I have committed suicide and obviously failed to delete this post from my queue.

Please don’t be sad, it’s for the better. The life I would’ve lived isn’t worth living in… because I’m transgender. I could go into detail explaining why I feel that way, but this note is probably going to be lengthy enough as it is. To put it simply, I feel like a girl trapped in a boy’s body, and I’ve felt that way ever since I was 4. I never knew there was a word for that feeling, nor was it possible for a boy to become a girl, so I never told anyone and I just continued to do traditionally “boyish” things to try to fit in.

When I was 14, I learned what transgender meant and cried of happiness. After 10 years of confusion I finally understood who I was. I immediately told my mom, and she reacted extremely negatively, telling me that it was a phase, that I would never truly be a girl, that God doesn’t make mistakes, that I am wrong. If you are reading this, parents, please don’t tell this to your kids. Even if you are Christian or are against transgender people don’t ever say that to someone, especially your kid. That won’t do anything but make them hate them self. That’s exactly what it did to me.

My mom started taking me to a therapist, but would only take me to christian therapists, (who were all very biased) so I never actually got the therapy I needed to cure me of my depression. I only got more christians telling me that I was selfish and wrong and that I should look to God for help.

When I was 16 I realized that my parents would never come around, and that I would have to wait until I was 18 to start any sort of transitioning treatment, which absolutely broke my heart. The longer you wait, the harder it is to transition. I felt hopeless, that I was just going to look like a man in drag for the rest of my life. On my 16th birthday, when I didn’t receive consent from my parents to start transitioning, I cried myself to sleep.

I formed a sort of a “fuck you” attitude towards my parents and came out as gay at school, thinking that maybe if I eased into coming out as trans it would be less of a shock. Although the reaction from my friends was positive, my parents were pissed. They felt like I was attacking their image, and that I was an embarrassment to them. They wanted me to be their perfect little straight christian boy, and that’s obviously not what I wanted.

So they took me out of public school, took away my laptop and phone, and forbid me of getting on any sort of social media, completely isolating me from my friends. This was probably the part of my life when I was the most depressed, and I’m surprised I didn’t kill myself. I was completely alone for 5 months. No friends, no support, no love. Just my parent’s disappointment and the cruelty of loneliness.

At the end of the school year, my parents finally came around and gave me my phone and let me back on social media. I was excited, I finally had my friends back. They were extremely excited to see me and talk to me, but only at first. Eventually they realized they didn’t actually give a shit about me, and I felt even lonelier than I did before. The only friends I thought I had only liked me because they saw me five times a week.

After a summer of having almost no friends plus the weight of having to think about college, save money for moving out, keep my grades up, go to church each week and feel like shit because everyone there is against everything I live for, I have decided I’ve had enough. I’m never going to transition successfully, even when I move out. I’m never going to be happy with the way I look or sound. I’m never going to have enough friends to satisfy me. I’m never going to have enough love to satisfy me. I’m never going to find a man who loves me. I’m never going to be happy. Either I live the rest of my life as a lonely man who wishes he were a woman or I live my life as a lonelier woman who hates herself. There’s no winning. There’s no way out. I’m sad enough already, I don’t need my life to get any worse. People say “it gets better” but that isn’t true in my case. It gets worse. Each day I get worse.

That’s the gist of it, that’s why I feel like killing myself. Sorry if that’s not a good enough reason for you, it’s good enough for me. As for my will, I want 100% of the things that I legally own to be sold and the money (plus my money in the bank) to be given to trans civil rights movements and support groups, I don’t give a shit which one. The only way I will rest in peace is if one day transgender people aren’t treated the way I was, they’re treated like humans, with valid feelings and human rights. Gender needs to be taught about in schools, the earlier the better. My death needs to mean something. My death needs to be counted in the number of transgender people who commit suicide this year. I want someone to look at that number and say “that’s fucked up” and fix it. Fix society. Please.

Goodbye,

(Leelah) Josh Alcorn. “

 

Analyzing Robert Johnson(May 8, 1911 – August 16, 1938) : Is Your Soul For Sell? ***messymandella***

Excerpt From Stephen Davis “Hammer of the Gods.”

“In the delta of the Mississippi River, where Robert Johnson was born, they said that if an aspiring bluesmen waited by the side of a deserted crossroads in the dark of a moonless night, then the Devil himself might come and tune his guitar, sealing a pact for the bluesmen’s soul and guaranteeing a lifetime of easy money, women, and fame. They said that Robert Johnson must have waited by the crossroads and gotten his guitar fine-tuned.

Robert Johnson was a Mississippi blues singer and songwriter, who according to legend, sold his soul to Satan “at the crossroads” in exchange for his remarkable talent on the guitar.


 
Born and raised in Mississippi, Robert Johnson started playing blues guitar in the late 1920s. His wife and child died in childbirth around 1930 and he is said to have devoted himself to the guitar. Part of the crossroads story comes from a report that he dropped out of sight for a while in the early 1930s and returned a much-improved guitarist.

In 1936-37 he recorded at least 29 songs in Texas (San Antonio and Dallas), then returned to Mississippi to play and sing in clubs and bars. His mysterious death at the age of 27 added to the legend: He died in 1938, falling ill after playing a party and dying four days later.

At the stroke of midnight, he walked down to the windswept crossroads at the junction of Highways 61 and 49 in Clarksdale, Mississippi. Reciting an ancient incantation, he called upon the Devil to make his deal. In exchange for Johnson’s immortal soul, the devil tuned his guitar, thereby giving him the abilities which he so desired. From then on, the young bluesman played his instrument with an unearthly style, his fingers dancing over the strings. His voice moaned and wailed, expressing the deepest sorrows of a condemned sinner.

Whatever the reason, Johnson died at the young age of twenty-seven (The 27 Club with members Jim Morrison, and Janis Joplin)  Down in the Delta Blues music that has influenced guitar players like Muddy Waters, and his songs have been covered by several rock stars, including Eric Clapton and The Rolling Stones.
 In 1986 Robert Johnson was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. His songs include “Crossroad Blues,” “Me and the Devil Blues” and “Terraplane Blues.”

Because of the historical significance of “Cross Road Blues,” it was inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame in 1998.

Robert Johnson (May 8, 1911 – August 16, 1938)

Historians and musicians all over the world are still are intrigued

 

by the legend of Robert’s deal with the devil came due and as evidence gave the fact that they had seen him on all fours, howling at the moon the night he died……

 

Undisputed facts about Johnson’s life are few and far between. More often than not, his legend has obscured the few grains of truth that can be discerned. According to the myth, the young bluesman desperately longed for fame and fortune. “

 

What is encrypted in the power of fame?

 

Do musicians and other artist go against everything they we are taught to reach that pinnacle of success?

 

We are closer to the spiritual world, and we are closer than we can ever could imagine.

 

Would you risk your intuition and mystical inner strength to reach that Millionaire status, given a chose?

 

Did Robert Johnson make a pact with the Devil?

 

Historians claimed that Robert could not play but a few chords if any, on the guitar until he came back from the Cross Roads.

The eerie tale is of course, that when he came back to play he played better than anyone else, that saw him playing a week before, and could not understand why? Robert ONLY played with his back turned away from his audience….

 

Here is the footage, and now you know the legend!

Was this story a myth, or a true deal with the devil? Would you make that deal to gain riches and fame?

 

 

 

 

Bad News: Some Christians Are On Their Way To Hell!***messymandella***

Bad News: Some Christians Are On Their Way To  Hell, or that is what fear mongering manipulative organizations will tell you.

Don’t believe the hype!

Be aware of false prophets  and those that mislead you into complete mental submersion!

Some people use religion as a tool for  dividing and conquering tactics, to ultimately gain power and rage war!

Religion has been a manipulative tool ever since the earliest days of Colonialism.

I am a God Fearing Woman, but don’t push me!

I serve God, but I don’t think anyone should pick and choose what parts of the Bible they want to obey!

You shouldn’t use religion as a way to judge others, and disassociate people because of their sexual orientation.

Question any religion that creates division, or justifies hate of any kind.

Hypocrisy is usually the reason  some people  have given up on religion and have decided  to just stay home on Sundays!

I don’t think God makes mistakes, but I think that we assume the interpretation that we are given by man is completely correct.

When it comes to interpretation of the  scrolls, how accurate can we truthfully with our interpretation  in this century?

Keep in mind, God has  not strolled on this Earth, texted, or instagrammed anyone that I know, has he sent you an email?

We must research  theories, and question what we are told by man and find truth and understanding.

It  does not hurt to  question what you have been taught in a class.

Why is it disrespectful to have any other theory about morality and creation in regards to a religion you are investigating?

How do we know we are in even following HIS teachings?

 ThePICDeathrAD  and other scare tactic religions want to give you Biblical Nightmares, and pride themselves on  hate, to prove God’s Love.

No, We can’t do that, and we should  never be a follower of hate.

 You religion is not your gang!

You don’t have to hate other ways of thinking or sexual preferences.

 

 
I have friends that are Wiccans, Muslims and I grew up as a Jehovah Witness

Jehovah Witnesses believe everyone doesn’t go to heaven and only  144,000 people will make that trip up to “The Upper Room” AKA Heaven, others will live on Paradise on Earth.

I live by the moral code and  I don’t have to hate, or be brainwashed  to function in this life.

I think is important to investigate religions, and understand what you truly are practicing and not just listen to reason.

Proof and knowledge is mandatory within any  faith, so learn what is best for you,  inside your discovery.

 

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