From Slavery to True Freedom: The Story of a so Called African American Man

By Curtis Flanagan

This is a amazing story is of a young so called African American man by the name of Curtis Flanagan now known as Nycere Ezikiel Bey, and how he overcame persecution by the worlds most powerful country, The extent in which the local so called authorities would go to stop this young mans goals from being achieved and his message from getting to the people, It touches on his childhood and how it shaped the way this mans future of becoming a powerful sovereign outside of legislation; which in most cases make life more difficult than if legislation was not prevalent. It exposes the actual goal of the government to subject the people of America to the will of the British crown and other involved kingdoms. It illustrates times of his life; in which seemed so rim most people thought he would remain in prison for a lifetime, but if the people realized what was going on they would be outrage tat this man was only exercising his inherent rights. It in tells his spiritual journey from Christianity to Moorish science then to Judaism, and how his new found spirituality was a tool to free him from mental physical and spiritual slavery. It in tells about the dark powers that be used their power and influence to attempt to silence the warrior sprit of the man determined to free himself and also his children from the clutches of what he considered the beast.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 28, 2021
• ISBN: 9781664109056

Curtis Flanagan

Curtis Lamarr Flanagan is a 45-year-old brown skin man who’s also known as Nycere Ezikiel Bey. He is an elder of the UNITED NATION OF YSRAEL. He’s a former mass communications major at the UNIVERSITY OF MISSOURI ST. LOUIS. He’s mostly educated in the school of hard knocks. Or what one may refer to as the streets. His charisma, enthusiasm and since of humor allowed him to make trying times that that help shape him into a fearless warrior for his God Yahweh.

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1 Back to St. Louis

Chapter 2 Gangster Disciples

Chapter 3 Show Time

Chapter 4 G. Ding Again

Chapter 5 It’s A Tragedy

Chapter 6 Welcome to M.R.C.

Chapter 7 Illumination

Chapter 8 Belly of the Beast

Chapter 9 The Right Eye of Horus

Chapter 10 Fighting The Case and The Bop

Chapter 11 A New Beginning

Chapter 12 Left Eye of Horus

Chapter 13 American Mind Control Intro to Zombie-ism

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W hen I was a child, about five or six. I lived in Marietta Georgia with my mother and father close to my father’s side of the family, I remember being so happy. Little did I know my life would take a nose dive in the wrong direction just a year or two later. In Marietta Georgia I had everything a young southern boy needed, ponds to fish in, creeks to play in, a big fluffy saint Bernard at my grand parents house named Champ, cousins by the dozens, pools, parks, skating rings, plenty of pretty girls my age. Yeah Marietta was a young black southern boys safe haven close enough to Atlanta to relish the benefits of Martin Luther King’s civil rights movement, but far enough from Atlanta you didn’t have to worry about the Atlanta child murders. Just a regular old lil boy who loved to play in the woods and catch animals in shit, but little did I know life as I knew it at four and five years old would change drastically over night,;my family was rotting from within.

My father use to hit my mother, and I guess she just about had enough one day, and over night my aunt Helen and her husband drove from St. Louis, Missouri to pick us up. Me, my mother my half sister. Lavonda. I still remember walking to school everyday my first year of kindergarten; my sister and I always walked to school together. So here we are in a whole new city going to school, and I truly haven’t realized where we were yet. I only realized we were in a different city far far away from what I new as home in Merrietta Georgia. Only when we moved from my aunt’s house, and moved in with my mother’s then boy friend now remarried husband. I didn’t understand the remarried thing when I was a child, and I remember feeling embarrassed; when I started a new school, and the school counselor would ask questions about my family; Like Do you have brothers and sisters? I would answer; yes. one brother and one sister. Do you all have the same mother and father? the counselor would ask? I answered no. then she said Oh you have one half brother and one half sister; which was humiliating to me, because it was like those questions were belittling of my mother, father and family life, because I never looked at my sister and brother like half; which indicated to me something was wrong with my family for my brother and sister can only be considered half brother and sister. My grand parents in Georgia were together until my grand father passed in 1990 My grand mother never remarried and died of old age 94 in 2013. Here we were living in a county slum called Windherst. Here it was an even longer walk to school every morning, and sometimes a scary walk because there were neighborhood people with real mental problems; who use to chase us to the bus stop to and from school from time to time. This is when I started to realize St. Louis was somewhat of a scary place. Not to mention, my sister and I was walking home from school one day, when a over weigh fat boy from the Jr. High was walking behind us; I heard the fat boy talking about my sister’s dark completion. When she heard him she couldn’t help but to hit back saying, In the winter time you don’t have to have a coat you have your blubber to keep you warm." Fat boy couldn’t take it an drew back and punched my sister in the face. Now this fat kid was every bit of 290 pounds and he was in junior high my sister and I were still elementary school kids, and I remember hearing the other kids shout Lavoonda, Curtis run! So we ran like hell to go home to tell my mama.

My mama showed up at the pathway the very next day; where were we walked home from school; then walked up on the over sized jr. high kid, and punch him in the face, after that, it was over. Wasn’t the last incident, because I remember trick or treating in Windherst this year my sister and I walking up the side walk from door to door when all of a sudden out of no where some guy came running up to snatch my sisters bag of candy, and I see my sister punch this guy about eight times s he was not successful in taking her trick or treat bag.

I got in a couple of fights but nothing serious. The only fight that sticks out is between Hassan and I. He was the neighborhood bully. We were in fourth grade and he was almost two hundred pounds, and he liked to push his wait around. He had broken his wrist; and wore a cast, and when he’d get in fights he was known for punching folks in the face with that cast on; he was a mean mutha fucka, and I had to fight all by myself after all my friends punked out once we got to his house. They say I lost, because he got one clean shot at my jaw; even though I punched him about twenty times in his belly and chest. When I was a kid I was scarp to hit someone in the face or with all my might, because I was afraid I was going to kill them. Then one day shit got real in Berkley my sister came home beat up little bit my mother asked what happened, Shea? She said; some boy named Stacey held her down while some other girl hit her. My mother called my big cousin’s Mark and Andrew and they brought more cousins with them. They walked in my mamas house with guns; testing them for some bullets they hoped fit. They walk outside with my sister ten minutes later it sound like July fourth. It was 1987, Slick Ricks song bloodily was the number one hip hop song. The same year my great grand mother on my moms side had passed away she was 98 years old. A short time later we moved to Country Club Hills a small municipality in the city of Jennings. a one minute drive to North St. Louis. I enrolled in woodland elementary. where I made very few friends. For some reason, everybody went to Jennings thought they were pretty tough, and I had issues too. I thought I was tough too. Hell all me and my cousins in Marietta did was wrestle play fight all day long, but I was country with it too. I would play in all the near by woods creeks and get dirty as a mutha fucka and just be chillin, and didn’t have time for a bath or nothing when it came to playing for me as a kid. A few of us had this issue. Later in life figuring out the not keeping of the hygiene could stem from forms of abuse; sexual, physical; which makes you feel worthless and at woodland