What if the Elohim-like Egyptians, who transcended to become aliens branded eastern Europe with crop circles at points where land mass coincided with atmospheric meridians as a portent to the descendants of Africans in Britain? The syllogism that Egyptians must have been taught by a superior entity and that entity being extra-terrestrial, versus angelic, underlies an academic discomfort. Certain theorists are unsettled by the possibly of god’s messengers helping an African civilization excel past the contending races leaving the most chagrined to wallow in the Dark Ages. This uneasiness is emmeshed in the axiom that god favors those he/she helps thus the Egyptians must be his beloved, not the Nordics, the Romans, the Indo Europeans, those of the former Orient or the Israelites, who in times prophesied had so much Egyptian DNA in them some could be confused as the same people.
Whether or not aliens and gods are the same entities remains to be argued by the shapers of deity myths who discriminatorily believe the gods must be pretty and aliens are too inherently ugly to be celestial creatures. Some would debate that the basis of that ideology lives in the complexion politics of the aliens because the pure whiteness of angel lore is solely befitting of god’s first cousins. If aliens are too unbecoming and too dark to be accepted as angels then possibly, in their retaliatory sense of humor, the threatening gang signs the supernatural beings keep giving eastern Europe, as crop circles, one day had to present themselves through a “white” effigy. The effigy they chose was sheep.
In 2021 in a field in east Sussex UK a lecturer at the Royal Hollaway University in London spotted an assembly of sheep configured in the precise dimension of a crop circle, not grazing, not herding, just languishing eerily. The colored angels mistaken as aliens used sheep to say what crops couldn’t. “The charisma of complexion is the world’s missing energy cell. The herders of sheep should herd Black charisma before it is exploited by the world, lost and ill-utilized to fortify the earth’s communication thread to the universe.”
Similarly, the 1951 movie The Day the Earth Stood Still, depicts aliens trying to warn mankind of impending doom because they’ve been watching earth’s perpetual chaos. However, aliens, since, have ceased appearing to humans trying to convince them to prophesy to their species, instead they have placed the responsibility on homosapiens to invent a form of communication that will speak to the universe as a form of energy that conveys exposition. Another noteworthy testament in entertainment was revealed in 1951. It was the same year that Nat King Cole released Unforgettable. This is significant because Nat King Cole is the first Charismatic Black man on television to be accepted by the white media. Jazz artists were considered drug abusers and propagators of sex and their instruments were the conductors of their swag. But Nat King Cole was savoir faire and charm personified, with a hint of polished Black neighborhood in his enchanting smile.
The coinciding of The Day the Earth Stood Still and Nat King Cole’s arrival was an outcry to humankind to cultivate the right energy source that could communicate to the outer realms who would much rather talk back than strike back. Black swag is the most original “energy source” on the face of the earth and it was given to the descendants of slaves in North America. To the disappointment of our own inventiveness, we have misused it and allowed it to be exploited to denigrate us and “junkify” the energy source so that instead of radiating to the cosmos it only ascends high enough to feed the mold on the low hanging fruit from shallow rooted Sapodilla swamp trees.
To protect the energy source of Black swag from it’s own self destruction, the alien angels who gave it to us have called the Black Brits of the UK to shepherd it so that they could wear its covering to communicate mankind’s plea for mercy to the outer reaches. In the Middle Ages sheep were so abundant in Europe that you smelled saw and heard them everywhere. Wool was the primary economy of the UK so a shepherd’s job was to tend to the sheep so that they could procure a voluminous fur for shearing that was mostly sent to Flanders to be turned into apparel. But more importantly than shearing their bodies, shepherds had to navigate sheep in “v” shaped contraptions called hurdles so that they could shear feces from their feet so that maggots wouldn’t amass to devour their bodies from the inside.
The swag of the descendants of African slaves in America sustains the world the way sheep did Europe and England in the Middle Ages. If Black swag had a herder, an entity of people to watch over it in the world to make sure it didn’t walk on it’s on crap so much that it destroyed itself, it would be descendants of the care takers of the sheep in Europe who clothed the world with wool, the Brits. The British have been watching Black swag and Black culture in America as early as the birth of jazz in the early 1900’s. By the time hip hop emerged and Michael Jordan became the seventh wonder of the world the Black British, figuratively, saw the charisma of Black Americans as sheep to be sheered to metaphorically clothe themselves from the climate of transatlantic thuggery that exploited their kinfolk in the states.
Cultural subgroups all over Europe were breakdancing or trying their hand at emceeing by this point. However, the Black people in Brittan were taking the African American culture of charisma and herding it because they could see profitability in taking the byproduct of it to the market of film and TV. The 2017 film God’s Own Country, the only UK based film to be featured in the world drama category at Sundance that year, describes two male shepherds raising sheep while dealing with family illness. When an ewe births an unconscious offspring, the shepherds resuscitate it and fortify its strength. Because hip hop made mischievous behavior and recidivistic body language cool Black swag is an unconscious runt that needs resuscitation by its less wayward next of kin, the descendants of Africans in the UK.
When the mysterious death of hundreds of thousands of sheep in the 17th century created a shortage in the wool industry England decided to incorporate The Adventures of England Trading with Africa to invest in slaves picking cotton in North America. This created the influx success of the textile industry which replaced the loss of the wool industry and birthed the Transatlantic Slave Trade. The argument can be made that England incited Black swag because it would first appear in the slaves singing Negro Spirituals on the plantation. Serendipitously, the DNA for shepherding, in the Black Brits, became the cultivation response to the need to nurture the Black swag created in the states because it lost its way and needed to be brought back to the pasture. That pasture was the Black Brits interpretation of that cosmic language in TV shows and movies that echo its speech to every galaxy watching. The reason those actors are better than us is because they were never the sheep, they’ve always been the herders.
The herder’s job of taking care of the flock entails more than just feeding and maintenance, it also involves contraceptive measures. To prevent male sheep from excessively copulating 17th century shepherds would cut the scrotum open and suck the testicles out through a straw because using hands would cause infection. At the rate American Black swag is going it won’t be long before we make under age self-inflicted gun wounds cool in trend with the way shooting rappers live on Instagram has become. In parallel with the aforementioned neutering tactic the shepherds of the communication energy source we’ve created, The Black Brits, are taking its reproductive ability away and gestating a representation of American Black swag on film and TV that uplifts and extols it to the highest standard of its excellence. The extra-terrestrial Black beings that gave it to us gave them the ability to protect it, find it when it’s lost and give it new life. Instead of scoffing when we see our British counterparts portraying all of our Black heroes in cinema, we should be thanking them, because were it not for their shepherding of our sheep-hood and giving the energy source a new language, the universe would spear us for not being able to hear us. A cataclysm like that would be Unforgettable.