The Awakening: OLMEC Nation

It’s been 500 years of tears, but we are the beginning and we will be the end. We are the OLMEC Family—unified, original, eternal.

Look at the deceit from the Caucus Mountains. They were eating flesh and drinking blood—designers of destruction, then and now. They pray to demons through the night while the children are saying "Jesus" at bedtime. A wicked plan, a wicked man named King James, casting spells—the "spelling" game. And Constantine, wicked as hell himself—a designer of the illusion.

King James was one of us—born of that Copper Tone family—but he left home to roam, and then he brought the Caucasian man. A hell of a plot. They come with fishermen, searching for our souls on boats, using religious books as hooks and lines to mess up your mind. They have us praying to a body, to an image, instead of the Spirit that controls every galaxy and the breath inside you, me, and Mother Earth.

Mother Earth—the real birth of every soul. From young to old, we are made of carbon: 6 protons, 6 neutrons, 6 electrons. Sparkled from the stars, given the light of life from that first OLMEC breath.

Then they came with cannons and guns, putting the indigenous natives on the run. Genocide. Hanging us high. Look at their faces—laughing and giggling at death. They are the devil’s children, from the Caucasus Mountains. It’s almost a closed case; they belong behind iron bars, not singing bars. Equipped with the whip, the lost angels.

Open your eyes. Don't deny the truth. Stand on it so we can take flight. We are the Los Angeles—we need to earn our wings.

We’ve been bowing down, putting our blessings into a Caucasian image created long after our ancestors had already built the world. It’s a sad state of affairs, but it’s time to dismantle the lie. They hide our history so we can’t reach our potential, so we can’t unlock our spirituality.

We are the angels. We cannot live a lie. If we lie and die, we can’t fly.

It’s time for the Great Awakening. Time for the third eye to open. It’s time to read, to see, and to know exactly who we are.

We are the descendants of the OLMEC National.