The Introduction to "#893" The Book.

"#893" Introduction. I dumbed my senses, body, feelings, and awareness with the repetitive effects of inhaling strong burnet cheap disgustingly outrageous poisonous tobacco cigarettes, Cheaper the prices poisonous they are, and that 's all I could affords to steal, or to smoke at the early age of 15. I needed to get high on tabaco. A must have a drogue to get me through my miserable youth, made harder by fanatic idiots from hell. To avoid the stressful pains of a miserable life in French/Morocco. Where the French Jacobite's realized their dream of ''al Kassba, et les Fatimas in Boussbire." Slavery, and its antiquity found a rich solid roots in a land in disorder, et "desroies des desesperer!" All that was needed is a 100 slaves to be a chieftain, or Emir of Fes. A small city of Jewish artisans community, held hostages by a cruel slaver, the pretending Holey Devine authority. "The Cherefienne -Saints, as in Holey Shit criminal Slavers." In a land of mighty feuding Berber's tribes. Mine is the Hawara, tribe. We have inherited valuable spiritual traditions, Constructions, Music, arts, and firm leadership. The Amon-Ra, blood, are my people. The year is 1950, my introduction, or injection into a land of strange shit called normalcy by most, and an opportunity by the clever invaders, who saw Gold, and riches, as in stealing candies from children. So my story is born of shifty circumstances, hazard, luck, and surprising magical moments, full of mystifying mysteries, surprises, determinations, persistence, ups and downs, so, my learning experiences begins. As a child; I was a lucky one, protected by a force not from this existence, but rather from my past, she came to make sure of my path to be clean of harmful obstacles. Thanks to my protecting Angele, who was present in my dreams, directing my path, and conselling me throughout my vulnerable challanging, and dangerously risky childhood, she had to leave me at the age of 50, with a long lasting kiss, to her spirit of my angel protector I owe everything, and million thanks.

I hope to have time and the opportunity to present her to my readers soon. Health wise I had everything that a normal being would wish for, except for the corrupt uneven battel's harsh ground, surrounded by ignorance, of an illiterate majority, victimized by deceptions, and treacheries of ancient times of savagery, and it's slavery's wisdom companions! Where I supposed to grow up, as a disadvantaged kid made orphan by the world circumstances, and the greed of the corrupt brutal senseless beasts pretending to look like mankind. In college they indulged in tormenting my mind's brain, its fibers in its liquid chemistry. They decided to access my faculty, and to build mountains of shit in a disorderly manners? Now that process didn't settle well with my views from the bird's point of view. Knowing well of the intruder's evil-intentions to destroy what makes me a free man,my freewill, was their mission, and objective, while I decided to deprive the monitors, the "TEACHERS?" the tyrannical faces of a stupid clan of accomplices conspirators, without a clue of what they are doing, or what tomorrow will bring!? Them,the easely manipulated conformists, the agents of darkness, the obediants cowards. Must be denied the password into my mysterious world of an analytic mind detector, who has detected an alarming malevolent scammer's deceptive plan of ethnic cleansing of an enire Nation of Berbers, by many illegally shamful means.All in the name of Allah, as they keep repeating in covring up for their guilt. At moments like this one is when I needed the effect of acheap black tobacco cigarette to numb my senses in order for me to be able to think as my dumb disconnected stupid enemy! More that I smoked cheap nasty bitter black tobacco cigarettes, like "the troopers." The Cheap brand reserved for the French Legionnaires, or "Les engager's d'Afrique." More that I look stranded in a Stef muscular body, draped in a kaki shirt and shorts looking cocky like an out of place rooster naturally willing to be a puffing showing off rooster's colors and displaying a challenging courageous voltaic family's worth.

"Cowardice." Is a Subject to be my next meditative essay. hoping to find equal understanding and the satisfaction of doing what is right in our complicated times. As I enjoy delving into the fascinating challenges of communicating by writing my complimenting thoughts attached to issues, observations, and to express my proper feelings proudly, and in a challanging mannerism of a King, and A Hawari Prince, ready to defend his position, devine right, and real. This addiction of mine is my identity as a thirsty seeker, which earned me many friends and foes. Blessed to share experience of striving, and the struggling men's qualities.revered by great men of cultural renown. Or the sassed over accademecians. Judging by merits of mastery, perseverance, importance and quality. I wrote my first comedy play at the age of 7, or 70 years ago. Now, as I remember as I reflect my childhood friends were pleased, loved it, and we laughed as I drew a great satisfaction and immense pleasure of that childish enjoyment contribution in our hard times as orphans without many basics, having fun and the chance to laugh was the greatest gift at the time. Except for one grown-up man Mr. Jabran, who hated me because of his incompetence and jealousy. Showed us displeasure, and firmness. Despising my constitution, objecting to our happiness, and my right to be mentally imaginative freethinker. Later I discovered his motives of a primitives controlling fanaticism and his egoist displeasure with our unifying shared happiness,the entertained though of our own children's world, original createativity, tormanted his little outdated obssessed brain. In a society influenced by religious antiquities,slavery, and backwardness. My first attempt in writing about my compulsive critical imaginary obsessions provoked an opposition in this strange man's mental psychology. Creating, reading writing, expressing freely in a free world full of great soul's footsteps, and continuity is forbidden in certain dark regions of our world today! The difficult hurdles, the obstacle, the dark side, the negative vibe, the taboo. In a world dominated by the idea, the concept, or the importance of issues at hand is a lucrative science. Defying evolutions and achievements of Nations. In contrast to the monotonous traced norm of an occultist deceptive theory presented as modern perceived and presented as sound national or sociable conduct, and narrated equally sublimely loyal and a correct disposition, respecting sentiments, and feeling, based on the grassroots of all popular historical fables, and religions. My advantage in the field of memory, or recollections and residues is due to my love for languages, but my secretive advantage is the benefit of "Tefenagh. Amazigh ancient language, and my background as a Haouari. From Haouara. French occupation, and schools of indoctrination of the French/Africans, as in the North African's education during certain time of the colonialist's occupation transational effects, and objectives. Episodes of differentiating between the encountered subjects behavior, and motives enriched my competitive faculty, zeal and made me a dangerously revolted strong man, in the face of difficult circumstances, I had to hustle, think, out think the adverse reactions, winning was an objective in a world where a second place doesn't exist, either you win or you lose! A molded condition reality earned me respect of many, and the opposition of a few, who feared my resolves, and vengeance. remanece also, in many glorious, and dangerous stands, gambeles, and dares, I recall many opposing difficulties on the way, as I remember many victories, big-fights championships as I have trusted in a divine energy, and my loved ones, and my protector Angeles. To have been in love with the most beautifully discribed girls, the flowers in my life, the tast of feezing Champian, the kiss of leapce, and that hung of satisfaction by the wormth of the beloved vibrating hot reaction between the positive and the negative frictions, provoking the ultimate maddening lust for more. An exciting electrifying desirable sexul addiction of wanting and a must in deed. My relations remain satisfactory in a memory of a lover, artist and a poet, lucky to have the fortunate possibilities, and the satisfaction. I guess I have just wrote my book's introduction. on 2/9/25.Thank you.