Age of the Gentiles and the White God Delusion: A True Logical Bible Study On, Race, Sex, Power, Politics, and War

By Timothy Hugee

The book is a logical Bible study and in-depth examination of Race, Sex, Power, Politics and War. The Author addresses the false doctrine and propaganda that has been fronted for centuries, by Christianity and Judaism, as to their supremacy above other religions and races. He also examines the role these two religions have played in promoting these false doctrines, which literally contradict, the written laws of the Bible.

The book further looks at Islam where the Author acknowledges the origin and foundation of its original teachings, as is likened by God's Commandments and as written in the Holy Bible and Holy Qur'an.

The Author takes a scalpel to dissect race and religion to its core. The Author separates the gentile dogma of Christianity and Judaism and highlights their contradiction to the Laws of God. Lastly, he dwells on separation of races based on their individual religious philosophies, concluding in the introduction of Lucifer as a Chief Architect of Gentile religious doctrine and practices. Lucifers mission is to maintain the delusion of the white God and its false power to rule over Black and Semite people.

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I am challenging the worlds Christian religious believers, communities and the general masses to follow the true laws of God. They should stop falling prey to the False Luciferian Doctrine and the delusion of White God.

I affirm to the world that, I am a true servant of God who is challenging all religious ministers to debate evidence and facts, referred to in this book through the lesson chapters, so that they may distinguish the truth from the lie. I challenge them to debate about the alleged religious authorities in reference to the Christian and Jewish faith, in order to determine, if truly, their religious practices is of the God of Heaven and Earth.

I challenge all ministers to prove that they follow and believe in the commandments, Laws and Statues of God as written in the scriptures. I further challenge all of them to debate the true ethnology and race of Gods chosen people; his first family being the black and Semite (Hebrews), who are identified by their skin pigmentation and coloration; and their true religion to be Abrahamic. This would also prove that True Israelites are cousins to the Ishmaelites.

In addition, I challenge all ministers of Jewish Authority, to a debate, as to the true ethnology of True Hebrews of the Land of Palestine and Canaan. It is worth noting that the true Hebrews were removed from the Holy land, and thereafter cursed by God and Scattered unto Gentile nations in all four corners of the earth. And shall remain there, until the second coming of Jesus; as was prophesied in his Revelation war against the Christian, Jewish Armies of Gog (Europe) and Magog (America, Israel), and as foretold in the book of Revelations.

I challenge them to deny that it has been 2000 years of Christian Propaganda Crusade by the gentiles and gentile Jews, and Theologians, Philosophers and Historians, to hide the true identity of the true Israelites. Their mission has been to remove parts of, and alter the Holy Scriptures, thereby changing the Laws of God. Their intention is to make everyone follow Luciferian Doctrine. Because of this, God gave Revelation unto Jesus Christ, to bring forth the final Armageddon to all who changed His Laws. This led to his prophecy against the Christians (Nicolaitans) and Jewish doctrine (religion), which He hated, for they are the synagogue (disciples) of Satan.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Oct 25, 2012
• ISBN: 9781477278017

Timothy Hugee

Born in Washington D.C. in 1960, to African-Hebrew-American parents; I am the first born of three children. My parents John and Lillie Ann hailed from South Carolina; both are deceased now. My earlier education, (Elementary and Middle) was around Suitland in the State of Maryland, USA. I graduated from middle school and joined Suitland High School in 1976 graduating in 1980. However, one must take note that I was raised in a Christian family. After High School, I enlisted in the U.S. Marine Corps and served in the Military for 11 years; that is from 1980-1991. After my service in the military, I took up a new career in Building Maintenance, specializing in HVAC, for both Residential and Commercial buildings. In addition, I do home improvements. At the present time, I am a full time Power Plant and HVAC Engineer.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

dedication

Acknowledgments

About The Author

Preface

God Message

Introduction

Knowledge of language

Philosophy and faith

Christian Propaganda

Jewish Propaganda

The Broken Commandments

Anti-Christ Religions of Christianity

Pagan new Testament Books

Hebrew and Muhammadan Calendars

Spiritual 7 god, Jesus and Muhammad

Chapter lessons

lesson 1: The Black first family of god

lesson 2: Lucifer father of the gentile Race

lesson 3: gentiles fear of Annihilation

lesson 4: The false Prophets

lesson 5: Apostle Paul the Traitor

lesson 6: Jesus Prophet to Hebrews and Muslims

lesson 7: The Revolution of Jesus against the gentiles

lesson 8: Praise god not Jesus

lesson 9: sex, Marriage and homosexuality

lesson 10: Palestine and the Jewish state

lesson 11: Pagan Cross and Star of David

lesson 12: Curse of the lost hebrews

lesson 13: god and Jesus loves Martyrdom

lesson 14: Birth of Jesus the Christmas lie

lesson 15: earthbound spirits of lucifer

lesson 16: sin, death and Judgment

lesson 17: True Passover and Pagan Easter

lesson 18: Black and Semite Annihilation

lesson 19: White supremacy and Christianity

lesson 20: mark of the dragon, Beast and image

lesson 21: Armageddon final Message

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Author Timothy Hugee

I pledge allegiance to the Laws of the Kingdom of God and to the Laws of Moses for which it stands for truth to all prophets, under God, the merciful that will execute final judgment on all

who break His Laws . . .

dedication

I dedicate this book especially to my father, John Hugee Jr., who passed away on July 8, 1998, and to my grandson, Malachi, born on February 22, 2006. It is unfortunate that my Father passed on without witnessing the completion of this project. It was his wise words and strict guidance that brought about the idea of doing this project. His death left me feeling devastated, with no mentor and no direction, in addition to many unanswered questions. A year later, I found myself on a journey to write this book. His words of wisdom kept ringing in my ears eventually setting me on a journey to find answers that his passing left with me. As time went on, I became inspired wanting to find out about many of these unanswered questions. There were many times when I became afraid and wanted to quit, but it seemed as if some unknown power kept driving me on towards my journey. At first, I never understood why there was this nagging urge to write this book, for at times I would wake up late at night and be directed to open the holy book to certain pages, which I would then read repeatedly. Other occasions I would wake up and sit on the edge of the bed unable to sleep from many visions I saw in my sleep. Night after night the interpretations of these visions became clearer, after I read the holy book. As the interpretations of the visions and the word began to coincide, I finally started to grasp the meaning of the words which my father always spoke to me in the form of parables. He constantly lamented that the system was anti-black. Yet, the blacks were so negative and ritualistically religious that they could not recognize how they were being misled. My father guided me the hard way, and I am eternally grateful to him for that. He told me to observe and listen carefully to him and what he had to teach me; so that one day I may become a man of honor when he is gone from this world. He was very adamant that once I began to see with my mind and not just my heart, only then would I grow up to be a real man in this hostile society.

I can proudly say that he taught me a great deal. He taught me to always fight for every single injustice; because that was the only way I could rise up from the dust as a black man. He taught me not to accept racism or any other injustice that I may encounter, but to fight back so that I can win my place of honor as a human being. He taught me to first understand my position as a black Semite person, never to be complacent in life, and to do things to the best of my ability. Not only did he teach me to fight for myself, but also to fight for those who were in a lesser position than I was or those that were not able to fight for themselves. My father never believed in quitting. On many occasions as a young man, I witnessed him help others by building them up in various ways and making them stronger. As a result, those whom he helped became respectable individuals in their communities. This was the influence that I humbly had the opportunity to witness. Being that I am my father’s child, I instinctively picked up this trait from him; and thus, I always have this nagging desire to build up the next individual to be a better person in society. Ultimately, this is the true essence of the life of a black and Semite people. The prophets did it, Jesus did it, and I will continue to do it.

The words and deeds of my father have turned out to be the cornerstone and strength that guides my life. He taught me never to allow anything, whatsoever, to destroy my spirit and my soul. I pass on the same message to my beloved grandson, Malachi; to remember the legacy of his grandfather, and that of his ancestors, who never gave up on life no matter what the circumstances or outcomes may have been. My message to him, You are a passage of struggle to the truth. You and other black men and those of color, will only be respected when you have understanding of self. Only then will you be able to change your destiny.

I would also like to dedicate this book to all who exist to be light minded, and to those who seek to speak and awaken others in order to obtain fulfillment in the pursuit of truth. God has given me the vision to reach my brethren by enlightening them about the truth of his word. Who among you is my friend? Who among you is my enemy? I realize everyone will not readily accept the word and the Age Of The Gentiles And The White God Delusion honesty as it has been expressed unto you. Nevertheless, God has given me the guidance to embrace honesty, and the power not to simply present the knowledge he has revealed to me in a way that is only appealing to others, nor to present it to society merely in a politically correct way, but to present you with only the truth and not the propaganda. For the words of this book are sweeter than honey, can cut sharper than a two edged sword, just in the same manner as Jesus taught his disciples to live and teach by every word that was set forth by the Lord.

Matthew 10:34. Think not that I am come to send [bring] peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword.

Luke 22:36-38. Then said he unto them, but now, he that hath a purse, let him take it, and likewise his scrip; he that hath no sword, let him sell his garment, and buy one.

37: For I say unto you, that what is written must yet be accomplished in me, And he was reckoned among the transgressors: for the things concerning me have an end.

38: And they said, Lord, behold, here are two swords. And he said unto them, It is enough.

Acknowledgments

To the Lost Hebrew Tribes, Family and extended family of Hugee, friends, and brethren, it is time to unite and reclaim your birthright. You are the bloodline of the first family tree of God. You must always seek the Knowledge and Truth. This is your time; it is time to acknowledge the curse of God choose this as your season under heaven and earth, and your purpose to seek truth and everlasting life. I, spiritual Timothy Hugee, present to the Lost Tribes of my people a special acknowledgement for their strength in overcoming the adversities of life. I urge each and every one of them to forever seek the knowledge of the truth. I have learned something from all of you. In addition, I truly appreciate your direct and indirect input in this project, which has enabled me to complete this work, Gods work. Thus, I bring peace and love to you along with God’s message to unite by bringing understanding and harmony amongst the Lost Hebrews with the nations of Ishmael [Muslim family].

I would also like to give acknowledgement to the U.S. Marine Corps, Navy and Army community; with whom, I served during a time of peace and a time of war. In addition, I would like to give special thanks to my friends in the Navel Intelligent and secret societies community.

Family John Hugee [father]; Lillie Ann McFadden Hugee [mother); Joseph I. Hugee [Brother]. Matthew Hugee (Brother]. Brian Johnson [brother]; India T. Green [daughter]; Malachi Green [grandson]; Lisa Hugee (sister-in-law); Brandon Hugee (nephew).

To extended families: McFadden, Hedgeman, Higgins, White, Green, Govan, Chapmen, Greenwood, Choice, Jenkins, Leonard, P. Peck.

Friends, Associates and Subfamilies: Albert D. Venson (H), Piny Peck (H), Alonzo Brown (H), Reggie Hendricks (H),

Alfonso Roach, Alexander Matthews, William Wells (H), Michael Williams (H) Brain Rivers, Larry Metcalf, Tamika McKay, Rana Dudley, Kathy Singaton, Dana Riceel, Nicole Chappell, Vanessa Opar, Jersey Johnny, Paul Washington (H). Craig Lashan Johnson, Josetta Jenkins, Garland Mackey, Leland Dean Brown Sr. Felix Camacho, Nikea Tyson, Devoya Anyae King, Raymond Takor, Glynnis Leathers, Michaela M. Smith, Tanisha Thorpe, Voka M. Norwood, Marcelo Troncoso, Agnes Smith, Althea DeGree,

About The Author

I was born African Hebrew to, John Hugee, Jr. and Lillie Ann McFadden on, October 26, 1960 at Freeman Hospital Washington, D.C. This hospital was later closed and, in turn, the building became part of the historical college, which is now known as Howard University. I was named Timothy Hugee at birth. I am the first-born, followed by three brothers.

My father was a great person to be around. He taught me a great deal of things at a very early age. From him, I learned not to accept things without questioning and understanding them. He was not only a mentor, but also a teacher, father and a friend all flawlessly rolled into one. Unfortunately, he passed away in 1998. My mother’s passing preceded him in 1965. I was only five years old when my Mother died [peace be upon her in eternal life]. My memory of her remains somewhat foggy. I can scantily remember much of her, which bothers me, particularly when I look at her pictures. Nonetheless, when I was old enough to understand, I learned that she was a strong God-fearing woman. She was a strong follower of the Christian faith and Christian values. My father, incidentally, was never a believer until afterward in his late forties.

Childhood

The family members, both immediate and extended, heavily influenced my early childhood. It was dictated to me that I had to be a Christian, as was told to me by my elders. They exuded the persona of die-hard Christians, who made it an obligation to go to church every Sunday. They attended church to demonstrate their proclamation of Jesus as God. This message was passed on to them by preceding generations. The ritualistic message goes back to the time of slavery; when the slave masters taught the negroes that they would obey and worship the picture of Jesus, the great white hope. However, I was indoctrinated in this unquestionable Jesus as God. My aunts made it clear that Sundays were to be solely dedicated to worship. Yes, it began early in the morning; rising from the bed, we had to pray before moving, before touching our feet to the ground. We prayed to Jesus before eating, barely glancing, at breakfast and we read scriptures alongside. My whole life, and that of my siblings, depended on this Jesus. At times, I would stare at the picture of Jesus that hung on the wall and I would ask him for forgiveness and to give me permission to eat.

This overwhelming symbolic picture of society’s depiction of what Jesus was hung there on the wall every day. Definitely, it was absolutely Jesus all right. His eyes blue, hair flowing long and blond like that of an Aryan and fair pale skin. This is what I knew Jesus to be; and I was not permitted to have even the faintest contemplation of disputing these facts. Anybody who tried, or foolishly had the courage, to question anything about this picture knew that the belt was never far away, whether at the church or at home. That moment in time was when I truly had the realization that the Whiteman was God.

I will never forget how my cousins and I were subjected to numerous beatings, because we got out of line and did not follow the rules that went along with worshiping Jesus. However, I also remember foolishly rebelling at times. I began asking questions like, why I had been forced to go to church, or why it was deemed so necessary to worship this man. To my surprise, the reply that I received from my aunts, which reflected how they had been required to understand it by the church ministers, was that we were Christians and we went to church to praise Jesus, period. That was the explanation the ministers, deacons, and all the elders of the church had imposed. There was no hope and no escape for us and our relentlessly inquisitive minds. Consequently, I felt it was wiser for me to shut up my mouth and go along with the ritualistic tide of praise, because my intrusive questions always guaranteed me a precious date with the belt.

Eventually, I came to the understanding that it was a necessity to bottle up my feelings; not to speak nor to ask questions, but rather to go along with what was expected of me. In summary, I was forced to believe in Jesus without asking questions. This one sided non-communication practice of religion continued, even as I continued on transitioning into bible study. The teachers narrated to me what to think, what to say, and when to ask questions. Unfortunately, for them I had too many authentic questions to ask. I desired to understand many things about this Jesus. Those teachers I perceived to know nothing about Jesus, never had answers for me. Their responses to my questions were, Just have faith and pray about it.

Yes, faith I had to have; this one very important element I learned from the other church ministers. It was this faith that guided me in my adolescence and shielded me from unnecessary trouble early in life. This simple component kept me out of jail throughout my life leading up to this very moment. When I was thirteen, a junior at Roper Junior high school in Washington D.C., an incident happened which changed my life completely. One day, I decided to take a shortcut to school, by way of the railroad tracks. Unbeknownst to me, some boys were waiting for the opportunity to ambush me and beat me. Ironically, it turned out that I knew some of them in the group. Despite a few of them being acquaintances of mine, they continued to descend on me with blows from angry fists. I fought back furiously, to shield my flesh from their harm-filled intentions. When I managed to free myself, I took off running, but that did not prevent them from pursuing me. They irritably ran after me continuing with more beatings. All the time, I continually attempted turning around in order to throw a few punches of my own, before getting a chance to continue running away. I was faster than they were, granted more so from panic than merely just having great speed and agility. As I widened the gap between them and myself, I focused my mind on flight and really took off.

Finally, they gave up the chase. Assumingly, I did not make it school that day. It turned out that the central leader of this group was the brother of my best friend. Surprisingly, my friend Raymond knew nothing about the incident that took place on the railroad tracks that day. When I finally arrived home, I was so full of rage that I decided to seek my revenge. I knew that I was going to teach those boys a lesson they would never forget. The next day I said to myself, I am going to kill them all. I was not going to provide them with another opportunity to assault me. I began planning my course of action. I got up to go to school, but waited until twelve o’ clock noon. At this time, I knew Raymond’s brother and his friends that assaulted me the previous day would be hanging around the back stairwell by the playground after lunch. This was their routine every day. Therefore, I grabbed my father’s pearl handle 38 caliber silver handgun, which it was commonly referred to as a Saturday night special in those days. I knew that my father kept it fully loaded, in a shoebox, in his closet at home. I also knew where he kept his extra box of 38 caliber bullets; I grabbed those too. I told myself that if I missed them with five bullets in the chamber, I would need to reload in order to finish them.

On my way to school, something miraculously happened; I truly believe it was the hand of God. I was stopped by two police officers who questioned me as to what I was doing out of school. I told them that I was going to school late because I overslept and missed my ride. They told me to get in the car so that they could make sure that I got to school. I got into the back seat of the police car and much to my surprise the gun became visible as it rested between my belt and my pants. The next series of events that followed really startled me. The black police officer looked in his rear view mirror, saw the gun, pulled out his service revolver, and pointed it at me while simultaneously alerting his partner that, Damn! This kid has a gun. The officer asked me not to move while his partner, a white man, came around and pulled the gun out of my pants.

I was placed under arrest for carrying a gun. The judge sentenced me to three months in reform school where I spent the entire summer and additionally was placed on one-year probation. When I returned to school that fall nobody dared to mess with me. I had established a reputation for myself. Everyone said I was crazy and wanted to kill my fellow students. The word spread around school and into the neighborhood. Despite this, I enjoyed my newfound reputation as it had put a stop to anybody ever thinking of performing any malicious acts against Timothy Hugee; you would never mess with him. He will kill you! I carried that reputation all the way to and throughout my tenure of high school. To tell the truth, I never liked guns. I believed in the arts of fighting with my fists.

I had inadvertently built a reputation, which made me stand out for more trouble. Many boys wanted to test me to see if I really fulfilled the bizarre identity that defined me. They would gang up and attempt to assault me, but I would beat them all I was a fierce fighter. My specialty was in hitting the sensitive areas such as the eyes, knees, throat and private parts, no remorse. In the end, nobody sought to brawl with me, they knew that they would end up defeated. This saved me and kept me out of trouble. The weight of this fearsome reputation ultimately led to my decision to enlist in the U.S. Marine Corps.

Education and Manhood

I attended school in and around the Washington D.C. area, where I grew up. I attended several schools in the D.C. area until I was finally planted at Central High School. I stayed there for one year until I transferred to Suitland High School, where I remained for two years until my graduation in 1980. During the same time, I was in school; I was acquiring tremendous skills and hands-on training through my father, uncles and their associates who were general contractors. I learned many trades, including building, roofing and carpentry. I could work comfortably and competently in these fields long before I graduated from high school.

A turning point in my life came when I made a bold decision to enlist to serve in the U.S. Marine Corps immediately following high school. I am proud to have had the opportunity to serve my country in this manner. The Marine Corps taught me a great deal of discipline, in addition to leadership and managerial skills. My special area was training where I was able to rise to the rank of Sergeant. I trained many soldiers in the art of war or, as I like to refer to it, the art of death and destruction. The ultimate goal was to train soldiers to kill enemies, both domestic and foreign. I trained hundreds of troops over the years and instilled in them the ability to take control of the most difficult situations during the battle; and they passed with excellence.

Immediately, after coming out of the Marines I enrolled in Lincoln Tech to study mechanical engineering and trades. I studied electrical, air conditioning, heating, and plumbing trades (HVAC). I became licensed in all these fields. In addition, I am a licensed Stationery engineer.

Rebelling

Every human being acquires, or develops habits, that they are exposed to when they are growing up. However, when one’s environment is surrounded by smoking marijuana, cocaine addicts, drunkards, hooligans, gun slingers, robbers, sexual promiscuity, broken families, etc.; one may begin to view these behaviors as normal. Such conduct could end up creeping into one’s life subconsciously; and my attitude was reflected by the character and reputation of my environment. Conversely, when a growing child is exposed to good education, a family with a strong bond and peers that are investment oriented then it will be obvious that the character of the growing child will tend to be molded towards those values. I certainly had my difficulties. When my mother passed away, she left me solely under the care of my father. Her death affected my father in such a negative way that for a while he went on drinking binges and occupied himself with various women. As a result, I saw so many women come in and out of our home, often times when my father was drunk. I was subconsciously accepting whore mongering and drinking as the way life was supposed to be lived. He evolved into a man who was angry at the world all the time. He never trusted many people, regardless of their nationality. However, he especially detested whites and, during this period, he pushed hard when he wanted to accomplish certain things. He accomplished many things in his business, and despite his shortcomings of drinking and indulging in nightlife, I came to greatly admire him.

As I matured and became more and more independent where, I could be relied upon to make a sound judgment without necessarily consulting him. I found out that I started acting just like my father. As they say back in the motherland, "A leopard can never change its spots."

I had developed a very similar character that closely mirrored the mannerisms of my father. When I started a job, I would work with all of my energy and integrity, but at the end of the day I would find comfort in the activities offered by nightclubs or strip clubs. As time went by, I developed a liking for women, just as I saw my father portray. I had instinctively taken the baton away from him. On top of everything else, I also went on a warpath. Whenever, I had a drink, I would seek out for a fight and I was never disappointed as some punk would be ready and willing to brawl.

I got involved in so many altercations to a point where it became second nature to my lifestyle. This affected my general existence as I had adopted the belief that the only way to solve situations where I disagreed with someone was with my fists.

As a lost sheep, I carried this violent attitude, wherever I went. While I was enlisted in the Marine Corps, I continued to engage in senseless fights. Worse, whereas still in the Marines, I was trained to kill; this skill coupled by the warrior in me ultimately became a lethal combination. This combination led me to push platoons under my leadership so hard that a reputation was created at Camp Lajeune, N.C. The name, Sergeant Hugee might not ring a bell now, to the newly enlisted Marine Corps, but in my years, it echoed throughout the facility. I can proudly say that I was a soldier and a very good one.

Love and Hate

To my amazement, my father ceased drinking and converted to Christianity at the age of 45. He remained a strong follower of the Christian faith until his death in 1998. His death disoriented me and I found myself becoming more aggressive in life. The loss of my father, to me, was something that I found very hard to deal with even up to this present day. He was my greatest teacher. He taught me never to expect any reward and told me to fight for everything, because to him, someone was always going to try to take away from you. I guess this was a reflection of the harsh cruel system that he was raised in as a boy. Being a black man in the 40s through the 70s was very hard. Although very skilled and intelligent, he was to fall victim to an oppressive system that never made it easy for him to reach his full earning potential, while trying to make a decent living for himself as well as his family. As a result, my father made a resolution to fight every obstacle until he became victorious. His words to me were, Son you got to always fight until you can fight no more; both physically and spiritually, even if it leads to your death or their death."

Underneath my father’s combative exterior was a real sweet person; a caring like soul. The man was very generous in that he treated everyone the same way; with a lot of respect until he was betrayed. My father would willingly give someone in need his last dime and remain without a single coin in his pocket. It never bothered him where, when, or even if he was to get the money back, but he was only filled with the utmost satisfaction that he could provide for a friend in need.

Hence, as I have before, I subconsciously found myself doing things the way he did them; helping my friends financially, without a worry and treating everyone with respect when I first meet them. I thrive on building friendships that last just as my father had built. Yet, one thing that I always find difficult to handle is those individuals who break the trust that I have bestowed on them. Betrayal, with me, is something that I can never revert from because I believe the highest honor that a man holds is trust. Despite whom the individual may be friends and family alike, once that sacred bond is broken I no longer acknowledge the relationship. My conception is that any human being that violates something as valuable as trust is not a man of worth; and a man with worth is a man with prudence. For this reason, I always find myself developing a strategy for retributions. Even the bible references this type of betrayal in Leviticus. It is my impression that many of these traits I have inherited from my father while the rest runs deep in the blood of the name, Hugee.

Before long, many years after my father’s death, I came to understand the reasoning for the combative nature that he displayed against some of his own black people. His encounters conveyed to him that there are a vast number of black people that would never bring themselves to appreciate any assistance that was offered to them by a fellow black man. This faulty misconception of assistance and support I have also come to witness in my own endeavors. There have been several instances, in which I have attempted to assist my people, but instead they would choose to despise me instead of respecting or thanking me; some would deliberately attempt to fight me. This notion is difficult to understand, but reading the holy book will tell you that this is a result of a grave lack of knowledge of the Lord. As they say in one of the wise African adages, "A fool burns a granary once he is satisfied." In other words, because of lack of knowledge the fool, once he has eaten and feels satisfied ends up thinking that he no longer needs the storehouse. He believes that he is never bound to be hungry again. Hence, he never sees the need for the food storage [granary] anymore; instead he sets it on fire. Rearticulating, once you help a fellow brother, they always feel that they no longer need your assistance anymore. Instead, they would go ahead and destroy you if it were possible.

This wise African adage, found among communities surrounding the great lakes in Africa, could not be truer in our lost African Hebrew right here in the America. For hundreds of years our black people were subjected to untold suffering and oppression. Conversely, these same people would rather fight one another and kill their fellow blacks spiritually, mentally and even physically. With the intentions of pleasing the slave master, or the white man, they would sabotage their own brothers in places of employment. These misguided intentions are often geared towards generous individuals, such as me, and we often fall subject to sabotage at the hands of the majority. They are traitorous brothers and sisters who claim to be Christians.

In the end, our people remain disadvantaged in the employment and business sector. We complain day in and day out how the white man is "evil but fail to take the necessary steps to initiate growth within our communities as well as ourselves. How, then, can we overcome this while we are also lacking in knowledge? We need, as black people, to start by looking deeper into ourselves so that we may outgrow the curse" because of the lack of knowledge. So, I challenge that the next time someone extends a helping hand, whether it is me or any other black person with noble intensions; please show appreciation by offering perpetual loyalty and appreciation in return.

Woman in my life

My violent life never came pursuant to nothing. It was a defense mechanism that helped me to overcome the harsh environment that I lived and grew up in. I am a career oriented person, but for a black man growing up around Washington D.C. neighborhoods it can be a trying. I was never surrounded with love, so Harlots, whore type women, became the objects to fill that void. Nevertheless, even among the various women I have encountered I never really found true love. In many situations, love equated to the money or material wealth that I could provide for them; I came to terms with this long time ago. I have realized that our black women have survived through worse situations and circumstances than our men have. Many of them had been forced to be sex objects against their souls. Even so, they still struggle to keep their heads above the water.

I can also be charged in the defamation of character of our women and admit to my contributions to the psychological damage they have suffered. I partook in an affair with no intention to love. The sex was all I wanted, sometimes. I have come to realize that we have created a large society with no values, simply because many of our black men do not bother or wish to care. Children are born as consequences of these unions of whoredom; yet, the men never want to acknowledge the role they have played in conceiving a new life, a black life, for that matter. The most disheartening part is that we, as men, then leave our children to be raised by the women to the best of their abilities and, most often, with the limited resources that are available to them. In the end, we expect them to be upright in society, although we were not present to teach them any values as children. This is something we will have to change in an effort to break this redundant cycle in our black communities. I have a grandson who is subject to this cycle as his mother, my daughter, has been assigned the responsibility of raising a black man without his father present. Black men you must no longer be afraid; take your positions as the chosen people and the first family of God.

Travel around the world

My travels around the world with the marines have provided me with a wide variety of experience and culture. I have had the opportunity to meet many black and Semites, who had no alternatives but to plunge in the sex trade only to survive. At first I relished going around and having sporadic sex, but I later came to realize that these women were being treated by men, more or less, the same way as most of our women in the cruel American society.

Women, in the eyes of many men, are just sex objects. This is a pathetic thought process when you consider that the same man who views a woman as a sex object is, himself, a life that was nurtured in the womb of a woman. This thinking must change so that we can give back to the black women the respect they deserve. Reflect about this, "Are not black women the mothers of all nations." Many of these women, though treated badly, still believe in God, pray and continue to attend Christian churches to worship the white Jesus, who they also were told is God. Thus, they are as ignorant as, I to believe in Christianity as many do in the third world countries.

Revelation

In closing, the world that I traveled has granted me a better understanding that God’s chosen people really were black in reference to their skin color. Furthermore, God has chosen a "Whoremonger" to be his servant, martyr, and prophet. I am the one who is to reveal, without fear, the truth that has been hidden from his people because of their lack of knowledge of God and themselves. However, all the knowledge and truth God revealed to me could not pacify the resentment I felt when my father died a year later, in 1998 of a massive heart attack.

I cursed God because I believed He "betrayed me! I asked God a year before my father’s death not to take him from me; and when He took him it angered me to the point where I raised my hands, head and eyes towards the heavens and said unto God, I forsake you and will punish everyone on this earth who betrays me."

For seven years afterward, I returned to a life of whoredom; my "hell where I terrorized those who would betray me and take my kindness for weakness. God did not forsake me. He let me walk through hell and back for seven years before the voices of his angels came unto me in a dream and said, It is time. Return to your God and expose what He has revealed to you to the world. That is exactly what I have done. God forgave me and blessed me with prophet-hood. God bequeathed unto me the prophet hood to write this book and bring the truth of the scriptures to light. God’s people have been asleep, and now is the time for them to wake up and fear not men which can kill the body, but to fear God that which can kill the spirit and soul. God loves those who are loyal to His word. However, one shall be punished by physical or mental death should his teachings be betrayed. As it is written in the Law of Moses the book of Exodus Chapters 21-24, there is a price to pay for betrayal."

Exodus 21: 23, 24: And if any mischief [harm or injury] shall follow, then thou should give life for life; Eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot;

Finally, I give thanks to all races; my brothers and sisters from another mother. Thanks for your knowledge and wisdom that made my prophet-hood possible. Nevertheless, I have listened to God’s people throughout the world in all four corners of the earth, and they have taught me well through all the humanity work performed. Here below are countries and places that I encountered and interacted with Gods people.

Africa: Gambia, Senegal (Dakar). Guinea Bissau, Conakry Guinea, Sierra Leone (Freetown). Liberia (Monrovia). Ghana, Egypt.

South Americas: Brazil (Recife, Salvador, Rio de Janeiro). Uruguay, Chile (Valparaiso, Santiago). Peru (Lima). Colombia, Panama (Colon, Panama City). Central America and Caribbean: Mexico (Tijuana). Honduras (Tegucigalpa). Puerto Rico (San Juan). Dominican Republic (Santo Domingo). Jamaica (Kingston).

Asia: Philippines (Subic Bay, Manila). Japan (Tokyo, Okinawa, and Fukuoka), South Korea (Seoul, Pohang and Pusan). Taiwan.

Europe: Isles of the Gentiles: Norway (Oslo). Iceland (Reykjavik). Netherlands (Amsterdam). Germany (Frankfurt, Berlin), Spain (Valencia, Barcelona, Rota). France (Marseille). Italy (Naples). England(London,portssmith,Birmingham).Denmark(Copenhagen), Ireland (Dublin), and Scotland.

Last, but certainly not least, to my Arab brothers and sisters throughout the Middle East, especially Palestine; God [Allah] hears your cry. "Let peace be with you." The time is near and God’s judgment will be executed on the unrighteous. I look forward to in seeing you all in the very near future.

Preface

God Message

The truth shall set you free. This is the message, as told by the prophets, " teachers, " from the beginning of time to the

Reviews for Age of the Gentiles and the White God Delusion

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The new black Semite Prophet: A controversial point of view.When I started this book, it was with an open mind, not really knowing what to expect. This open attitude soon changed when I started reading.Timothy Hugee’s childhood, upbringing and life experiences have lead him to believe he is the new black Semite prophet. This book is written as a logical Bible study for black Semites, and contains an incredible amount of in-depth research, thought provoking statements and controversial views. Being a white Christian it was very strange for me to read, as, it goes against all the religious teachings throughout my life. I have no problem with some of his observations, for example, that Jesus was in reality black not white, is believable. However, I found his generalised attacks on all white people (gentiles), their beliefs, lifestyle and his lack of compassion in any way for them very vehement. I fully acknowledge that the black Semite people throughout history, have been very badly treated; by many different nations and that, they still feel discriminated against now. Also, I can see that for young, and indeed all, black Semites, this book and the observations that Timothy Hugee makes, will be empowering, however, if you are not black Semite you will find the words it contains disturbing. In conclusion, Timothy Hugee is obviously a very passionate man, and he believes that he has received from God the vision of prophecy and has been chosen to tell the world. He has, produced an amazingly well researched and fact filled book, which is fine, if you are one of the chosen.