Imagine a story if you will, we’ll call it ‘The Greatest Story Ever Told.’ A story great not only in size but in substance too. Where the characters aren’t the central focus - ideas are. And the only thing made clear from the beginning is the protagonist, which is an idea we’ll call ‘America.’ At it’s inception, the reader is immediately transported into this dystopian setting. Where the fever of genocide, eugenic treachery and ecological war games are so mystifying you can taste it like droplets in the rural air. So much so it forces the reader to presume the setting itself is cursed and must be the true antagonist, but as the story unfolds, the truth turns out to be more sinister. To survive this fever, the idea of ‘America’ must jump from character to character like an airborne virus. Spreading through word-spells, creating a gestalten entity that widens and thins through time like wind through the wilderness. At times big and at times small, and it’s those small moments where certain characters become central to the ideas survival. In the first of these moments we are introduced to George Washington, an evil man burdened with carrying the whole of the idea itself from out of the darkness from which it came into a new and evolved light. Albeit flawed, he does so admirably, leaving a valor to his memory that was never seen in his waking life. Through the sheer folklore of his legacy and iconography, the idea survives and spreads wide again. But the setting, in all its spacious potential, reoccupies itself with a formidable dominion of confederates. Whose influence dilutes the idea weak and flat once again. Gasping for survival, the idea struggles to find a character-host available to it, again dwindling in the evolved light. That’s when the second of these frail moments occur, and we are introduced to Abraham Lincoln, a man not as evil as his prophetic predecessor, but still flawed in history’s all seeing eye. Through his unique concoction of melancholic word-spells, he is able to re-inspire a mass that unifies into a militia that fights off the new dominion in the bloodiest conflict ever seen up to that point. And it is there, in the post-glow of that ideological reclamation, Lincoln is killed in an act of cowardice before he can execute a reconstruction, muddying the waters of how to evolve forward yet again. And it is in this new confusion, where an old serpent hidden in the setting is able to entice America’s Eve with an old apple. “Did God actually say you can’t eat of any tree of the garden?” it asks, “or merely Abraham?” And thus paradise was lost yet again to the fever. In its new indoctrination paved with good intention, many new serpents manifest. Invoking the ancient incantation of feudalism into the word-spells and forever distorting the idea of America moving forward. For a time, this new indoctrination engineered a system of bifurcation that diluted the original idea of ‘America’ down to a gasping crawl once again. That’s when the third, and most pivotal, of these life support moments occur, and we are introduced to the true savior of the reclamation against the new indoctrination: Martin Luther King, Jr. In his covenant, he is able to break the bifurcation and spread the idea of 'America' farther than it had ever been spread before. But King's victory was short lived, as -like his melancholic predecessor- he was killed in an act of cowardice before reconstruction could be initiated. This is where we start, in America A.D. Where tribal-primacy is the new god, but an old devil. Overcoming it’s dominion is the task we have been burdened with in our time. And what if I were to bring “Good News” that the next Black Messiah had already risen again? Leaving behind a neosoul gospel for us to re-invoke the original spells to in a new vibration? Summoning the necessary spirits to overcome the fever of feudalism.