Another article from my former site, Looking Into the Dark Places. – Slightly edited and updated links and also a tribute to my much missed friend, Monsieur Le …, who provided the information herein. God and Goddess bless you and take care of you mate.
The official version of history claims that the Caribbean island of Dominica was discovered by Christopher Columbus on Sunday 3rd November 1493.¹ The name of this beautiful and rugged Windward Isle was (they say) chosen because it was discovered on a Sunday. (Latin: Domingo-Sunday). There are other possibilities though, and I will leave it to the reader to make up their own mind as to which is the more likely. Domus in Latin means Home. Iniquus means Wicked. Do we have ‘Home of the Wicked? Possibly. Or maybe Dominus meaning Lord and Iniqus, wicked – Wicked Lord – we know who that is, don’t we?
The iniquitous credentials of Columbus and his masters are well documented in books such as David Icke’s, The Biggest Secret. But to this we may add the ‘peoples history’, the folklore.
Shortly after Columbus’s “discovery,” Spanish troops and Dominican missionaries made numerous attempts to colonise the island. However after ample bloodshed the Spanish and Vatican marauders were sent packing by the warlike Carib inhabitants, who called their home, Waitikubuli (‘Tall is her body’ ). The next wave of Europeans were the French who succeeded in colonising part of the island and by 1727 there were 50-60 families settled on Dominica. However in 1761 the British overthrew the French but surprisingly (or perhaps not) allowed the French colonists to stay on their farms. Because the island was covered in a vast and thick rain forest the British, who appear to have been very strongly represented by Scots, shipped in large numbers of African slaves to act as a labour force.
Local folklore amongst the descendants of the slaves in Dominica, and I am told throughout the Caribbean, tells that these French, British and Spanish colonists whiled away their isolated lives with frequent and frenzied orgies of sadistic debauchery and sorcery. The people had a name for these depraved ‘inhabited’ tormentors, ‘the Suchuyan’.
These Suchuyan (Soo-koo-yan), meaning witches, cast a cloud of terror over the slave settlements that were huddled tight to the colonial forts. At night some of their people would disappear sometimes never to be seen again. Those that did return told tales of the Suchuyan peeling back their own skin before their orgies and sucking the blood of their victims. Frequently their attackers were seen to ‘shapeshift’ into birds, animals and reptiles; often changing shape many times in one session. When their ‘feasting’ was over they would don again their skin…though there were times when the Suchuyan did not return to their skin and on occasion these skins were come upon hanging in trees or left crumpled in nooks and crannies. The slaves sometimes remembered how they were made to watch the spectacles, while at other times they would awake back at their hut having forgotten everything of the previous night. Always though, they were left with a tell-tale bruise (note: my source did not say puncture wound) upon their wrists.
Today this horror still continues but now the cosmopolitan population serves to confuse and thereby camouflage the Suchuyan. Generations of interbreeding means that now the Suchuyan curse inhabits the bodies of myriad races including some of the descendants of the original black slaves.
There are both male and female Suchuyan. One clue to the presence of a male is a long ‘tshhhheeeeee’ noise, like a heavy chain being dragged along the ground.
IMPORTANT NOTE: I stress that my contact is not suggesting every inhabitant, or any particular race are Suchuyan. I emphasise that their bloodline is a restricted one. Not every early settler (probably only a few of them) was Suchuyan. Although their numbers have been strengthened by immigration some would now be living in other parts of the world. All but a few of the inhabitants of these strikingly beautiful islands are friendly, happy,… and human.
The source for this was one of my much-loved, very best friends who suddenly and unexpectedly passed. Of Arawak, Carib, African, Scots, and French descent, the information was passed down to him through his grandmother and mother.
The world is poorer for him leaving but I am so glad that this open-hearted, lion-hearted, man didn’t have to suffer the people he loved, loves, falling for this virus fuckery and tyranny. Acutely aware of the dark side’s unforgiving vicious assault on humanity, he would have seen straight through it…and straightaway.
Thanks for coming Monsieur Le …. I’ll always miss ya, till me meet again. – Els
12th September 2021
1. 3 November 1493
Numerosymbologically, this date holds 3-3 and totals 22. (See other articles on this site and nowtobeyou.com, for descriptions of these numbers.)
In ancient Egypt this is the date for the Festival of Isia (possibly Parmelia), the Rebirth of Osiris.
In 1992 Dominica began a policy of offering citizenship to people who invested in the nation’s economy.
Green, with a centred cross of three equal bands – the vertical part is yellow (hoist side), black, and white and the horizontal part is yellow (top), black, and white; superimposed in the centre of the cross is a red disk bearing a sisserou parrot encircled by 10 green, five-pointed stars edged in yellow; the 10 stars represent the 10 administrative divisions (parishes).
Commonwealth of Dominica website
The parishes represented by the pentagrams are, from the top: St John and St Andrew, (hmmm, at the top eh?) St Peter, St Joseph, St David, St Paul, St George, St Patrick, St Luke and St Mark. The capital, Roseau is in St George parish. The second city is Portsmouth in St John parish.
There are 365 rivers in this small country (289.5 square miles). One for each day of the week.
History of Dominica (On Wayback Machine)
2 thoughts on “Suchuyan”
They don’t include this knowledge in the social studies curriculum, Ellis. Maybe one day they will. Sorry to learn about the passing of a dear friend.
Strange that, eh Wends? To paraphrase what MRD famously said, ‘They wouldn’t, would they?’ but hard luck to them, it’s well known throughout the Caribbean…Ha! Great to hear from you. Thanks for your kindness.