Sci-Fi Novel “Adinkrahene” Exposes Alien Plot

20140525-055437-21277343.jpgNorth Texas – When Novelist J.A. Faulkerson set out to write his first novel, he didn’t know where he would end up. He knew he wanted to write a story that empowered Africans and African Americans, but the full story had yet to form in his mind. But then, while conducting an Internet search on African Adinkra symbols, he came across an image that would serve as the foundation for his first novel, Adinkrahene: Fear of a Black Planet.

The Adinkrahene symbol is nothing but one small, white circle surrounded by two larger ones, but it provided the inspiration Faulkerson needed to create a universe where members of the Black Diaspora are God’s chosen ones. Words that are associated with the symbol are greatness, charisma and leadership. It reportedly signifies the importance of playing a leadership role.

The story opens with an unpublished excerpt from Frederick Douglass’s slave narratives. In the 1843 excerpt, Douglass writes about his encounter with a green-skinned alien named Daygon.  Daygon and other members of the Satarian race reside under the surface of Mars, and were created by Lucifer, or Satan, to one day take possession of the Earth and rule over its inhabitants. Lucifer’s aim is to prove that he is God’s better. But Daygon, an infiltrating Satarian demon turned human loyalist, tells Douglass that Earth’s darker-skinned people have been designated by the one, true God to serve as planetary protectorates, being gifted with innate powers derived from the lost Garden of Eden. Daygon contends that this special gifting was bestowed on Earth’s darker-skinned people because Adam and Eve were created from the dark sands of Eden, Africa, and, by today’s standards, would be considered Black.

Fast forward to today, where readers meet Jonathan Fraiser, a Washington Post political reporter, who is attending an impromptu press conference in the Russell Senate Office Building. During this press conference, Mississippi Senator Kyle Shuler announces his bid to run against incumbent Herbert Newsom in the 2012 presidential election. Four years earlier, Newsom was overwhelmingly elected as America’s first, Black president.  But Jonathan knows Kyle Shuler’s dirty, little secret – that he and two of his friends participated in the murder of an elderly, Black woman when they were teenagers.

This elderly, Black woman was FBI agent Selina Giles’ grandmother and legal guardian. Selina was eleven years old when Kyle Shuler slit her grandmother’s throat. But because Shuler is one to keep his friends close, his enemies closer, he invites Selina to his press conference.  While there, she runs into Jonathan, a longtime friend from college, and they agree to meet for dinner.  During their dinner meeting, Selina tells Jonathan she now has confirmation that Kyle Shuler murdered her grandmother as a Corporate Cabal initiation rite.

Selina hands Jonathan an aluminum business card with an Adinkrahene symbol and telephone number on it.  She admonishes him to call the number on the card.  Jonathan does, leading to his initially joining forces with Selina as an Adinkrahene Agent to prevent Kyle Shuler from becoming the leader of the free world. But their relationship sours when Selina abruptly severs her ties with the Adinkrahene Reparations Management Syndicate (ARMS) to lead Blackout, a black militia group that is committed to avenging the Black Diaspora’s fallen heroes by any means necessary.

Adinkrahene: Fear of a Black Planet is available for online purchase as an ebook and paperback through Amazon.

In July 2015, Adinkrahene: Fear of a Black Planet was selected as a finalist (one of three) for a Phillis Wheatley Book Award (in the First Fiction category).  The Phillis Wheatley Book Awards are held annually at Columbia University in conjunction with the Harlem Book Fair.

Read an extended excerpt from Adinkrahene: Fear of a Black Planet on the African-American Literature Book Club (AALBC) website.


JAFaulkerson HeadshotJ. A. Faulkerson is a novelist, screenwriter and blogger with Culturally Coded Content, a creative writing and community education firm based in North Texas.  The oldest of three children raised by a once-poor, single-parent mother, J. A. is passionate about facilitating educational seminars and workshops that give parenting adults the impetus they need to improve outcomes for children and youths.

For additional information about Novelist J.A. Faulkerson, follow his blog at  To inquire about his availability for interviews, book reading and signings, send an email to


Should I Hire a Publicist?

Man with Bullhorn

Now that I have completed my novel, the hard work begins.  I now have to promote it.

Is this going to be easy.

Don’t bet on it.

Promotion is all about encouraging the sale and acceptance of a product, especially through advertising or other publicity.  If it is to be done well, we writers should consider hiring a publicist.  Retaining a publicist to work on our behalf frees us up to do what we do best – write.  But if you’re an unknown writer like me, you don’t have the funds to pay for these services.

Yes, we could visit a financial institution to request a home equity or business loan to finance our dreams, but the risk is often too great. Most of us have full-time jobs that have nothing to do with writing.  Consequently, the money we make from these jobs is tied to the fortunes of our wives and children.  And to them, writing is more hobby than business because we don’t generate enough income from it to pay the bills.

Like you, I spent over a year writing and rewriting my first novel, Adinkrahene: Fear of a Black Planet (Amazon Createspace; $7.99).  I wrote it believing there are readers interested in seeing the world through the eyes of powerful, altruistic African Americans.  But I also did it out of a love for writing.  Because the muse is always with me, it is something I would do for free.

One of the first things I did after completing my novel was determine the going rate for publicists.  Based on my research, you can expect to pay between $15-20,000 a year.  Pretty steep, huh?  I thought so.  But I then thought about what I would be asking this publicist to do for me.

I would want her to promote my platform, which , first and foremost, has everything to do with improving outcomes for African-American children, youths and adults.  Besides writing novels, screenplays and articles, I am a social worker with varied experiences in the public and private sectors. These experiences have shaped my worldview, and I am accustomed to sharing this worldview through both my written and spoken words.

I will undoubtedly hire a publicist to help me promote my platform.  But first I need to determine if it’s an investment worth making.  In the coming weeks, I will reach out to 10 individuals to see if they would be interested in serving as reviewers.  Upon receiving their positive responses, I will send each of them the PDF versions of my novel, which they will be able to read on their tablets or computers.  My hope is their reviews will be positive, because I will want them to share their thoughts on my Amazon sites.  A book’s success is dependent upon the number of reviews it receives.

So, should I hire a publicist?  I won’t know the answer to this question until the reviews come in.

Stay tuned.



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Guiding Principles of an Adinkrahene Agent (of Change)


WE descend from great, charismatic leadership.

WE commit to developing strong minds, strong bodies and strong spirits.

WE work diligently to rebuild the Beloved Community – the Pangean Nation.

WE reject any and all attempts to put profits over people.

WE give selflessly of our time, talent and treasure.


From ADINKRAHENE: Fear of a Black Planet by J.A. Faulkerson

Copyright 2014.  All rights reserved.

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A Hard (Yet Not-So-Hard) Decision


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All writers know we are never at a loss for content. Topics to write about are all around us. But 33 pages in to my first novel, Adinkrahene: Fear of a Black Planet, I almost felt compelled to toss it.

No one, especially unenlightened Whites, wanted to read about a syndicate of powerful, altruistic Blacks, I thought. They especially didn’t want to learn that these powerful, altruistic Blacks were God’s chosen people, humanity’s only hope against an imminent alien invasion.

The decision to forge ahead was initially a hard one. My visits to local bookstores and movie theaters left me disappointed. Very rarely did I find Science Fiction and Action and Adventure titles featuring African and African-American characters whose sole purpose was to save the day.  Most of the Black characters I read about or saw supported the efforts of White heroes.  And the fact that traditional publishers and the major Hollywood studios were slow to accept stories featuring strong, black characters had me thinking a market didn’t exist for these types of stories.

I decided to forge ahead because the story in my head had to be told. It had to cast powerful, altruistic Blacks in more powerful roles. It also had to shine a light on the racial politics that work to demonize members of the Black Diaspora so unenlightened Whites will have an easier time justifying their racist attitudes and actions.

I know the story isn’t going to sit well with some of my unenlightened white brothers and sisters. In this story, I assert that the Republican Party has been co-opted by the Corporate Cabal, and the Corporate Cabal is being manipulated by the spawns of Satan, for crying out loud. But because my story plays on the prejudicial behavior of some members of the Republican Party, it’s easy for most Americans to see why I would try to make such a connection. A party who prides itself in respecting all Americans’ individual rights to life, liberty and happiness is wanting to impose policies that deny these same rights to racial/ethnic minorities, women, college students and immigrants.

And it is my contention that the Devil is making them do it.

Today’s Republican Party supports the implementation of tougher voter restriction laws, even though studies show voter fraud has never been a problem.

Today’s Republican Party voted over 50 times to repeal and replace the Affordable Care Act, which, to date, is serving over eight million Americans.

Today’s Republican Party questions the legitimacy of America’s first, black president, saying no to his proposals even though most, if not all, of his proposals originated with Republican legislators and/or Conservative thought leaders.

Today’s Republican legislators speak disparagingly about African Americans, women, college students and immigrants at town hall meetings and fundraisers, even though their own 2012 post-election autopsy showed they stand on the side of the 1 percent and place profits over people.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out why they are taking these extreme positions.  First, and foremost, they are trying to fan the white resentment that exists in this country.  Unenlightened Whites resent the fact that African Americans were “given stuff” following the passage of the Civil Rights Act of 1964.  What they consistently fail to consider is the maltreatment that led up to the passage of this piece of legislation.  Africans brought to this country against their will to serve as slaves, or uncompensated laborers.  African Americans being treated like second-class citizens because of Jim Crow legislation.  Black children being taught in inferior classrooms.  And black men and boys being shot dead or hung from trees after being deemed threats by unenlightened white men.

Yes, I choose to go there.  And I’m not ashamed or deterred.  But please know that the intent of this series is not to infuriate you.  My intent is to awaken a racially diverse coalition of readers to the racial politics that the Conservative Movement is using to divide us, get us to regress rather than progress.  Through my words, I want to unite us in thought and purpose by showing you how the agents of the Adinkrahene Reparations Management Syndicate (ARMS) work with their like-minded brothers and sisters to push back alien Satanic forces.

The electronic version (Retail Price: $3.99) of Adinkrahene: Fear of a Black Planet is available now through Amazon’s Kindle Direct Publishing.  The print version (Retail Price: $7.99) is also available, albeit through Amazon’s Createspace.  The Adinkrahene story arc will be completed in Adinkrahene: Fear of a Beloved Community and Adinkrahene: Fear of an Alien Presence.

Thank you in advance for your purchase of Adinkrahene: Fear of a Black Planet, as well as your ongoing prayers and support.

ADINKRAHENE!  Or I wish you well in your quest to consistently display great, charismatic leadership.

Excerpt # 2 from ADINKRAHENE: Fear of a Black Planet


“We were through two years into our marriage,” Selina exclaimed.  “Found out he had been cheating on me when the Bulls were on the road.  One of his tricks gave him herpes.”

We were seated at a table in Sweet Georgia Brown’s Soul Food Restaurant.  Smooth jazz emanated through the room as patrons either claimed or relinquished their tables.  I was pleased to see that Selina had changed from her pant suit to a yellow and white summer dress with a low-hanging front.  Selina smiled when she spotted me staring at her rack.       

“That had to hurt,” I replied.  My tongue took another swipe at the rib meat lodged in my back teeth.   

“You haven’t changed one bit.”  Selina tugged at the top of her dress.  “Those eyes of yours are still as shifty as ever.”

I chuckled as I rested my arms on the table. 

She continued, “I always liked you, J.  I know I used to give you a hard time about being so quiet, but you were always good to me.  I think of you often, you know?”


“Yes.  Really.  I even subscribed to the Post when the Bureau relocated me to Los Angeles.  You’re an excellent writer.  Loving your new book.  It is opening my eyes to how unchecked power corrupts.” 

“Glad to hear that,” I said, leaning in.  “But I know you didn’t invite me here just to talk about my book.  What’s up?”

Selina breathed in deeply.  “I’m living in D.C. now, J,” she whispered.  “Been here two weeks.  Working a new assignment.  Cold case division.”  She took another deep breath.  “That’s why I’m here, J.  We just reopened one of those cases, the one I told you about at UT.”

“The one involving your grandmother?”


“Well, you’re going to be fighting an uphill battle, girl.  I profiled Shuler for the Post, remember?  When his father Watson retired from the Senate.  The man is squeaky clean.”

“But no one has ever been able to explain how my grandmother’s body was pulled from the river in Montgomery when she had just gotten off work in Jackson.  Remember, she never got on that two o’clock bus, J.  Two and half months passed before they found her body.” 

I noticed tears welling up in Selina’s eyes.  “I was invited to the press conference as one of their special guests.  But I’m tired of maintaining this façade, like everything is alright between us.  It’s not.  I’m just trying to keep my enemies closer than my friends.  Did his announcement surprise me?  Hell, yeah, it did.  But I should have seen it coming.”  Selina breathed in deeply as she used her napkin to wipe at her eyes.  “This new assignment gives me the resources and authority to take him down, J.  I’m also aligned with a group that believes better days are ahead for people like you and me.  We just need a little help from a political insider.  You game?”

Selina placed her napkin back on the table.      

She continued, “The American Dream – the pursuit of life, liberty and happiness – is nothing but a façade, J.  A façade that has been created to keep us in check, line the pockets of rich white men.  Taking the Shulers’ down gets us one step closer to exposing what my benefactor calls the Corporate Cabal.”

Selina then reached into her purse to pull out a metallic business card with aluminum wording and graphics.  She placed it on the table in front of me.

“What’s this?” I asked, studying the card.  On one side of the card was the image of one, smaller, red circle inside two larger ones.  A telephone number was centered in black on the other side.

“Call that number,” Selina exhorted as she stood.  “With your help, Kyle Shuler will finally pay for what he did to my grandmother.”  Then, as she turned to leave, “We know it as the Adinkrahene symbol.  Google it when you get home.  Once you take this first step, our hope is you will be more open to what we have to say.”

Copyright 2014 by Jeffery A. Faulkerson.  All rights reserved.

Excerpt from ADINKRAHENE: Fear of a Black Planet


Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, An American Slave

Unpublished Excerpt

April 19, 1843

I write this letter under the cloak of darkness.  I am a free man, an abolitionist, residing in the northern American states.  But now that I have gazed into the eyes of the enemy, I am once again bound, by fear.

The enemy I speak of is not of this world.  I can make this claim because I traveled to their world through something my green-skinned friend Daygon calls the Intergalactic Connector.  The Intergalactic Connector allows Satarians – that’s what they call themselves – to travel to and from other planets, teleport away from detection or danger.

As I watched them from an underground Satarian overlook – with Daygon by my side – I concluded that the Satarians are vile creatures.  Besides having green skins and forked tongues, they also stand at least ten feet tall, both male and female.  Physiologically, their bodies resemble our own.

Daygon told me that his people were created by Lucifer, or Satan, as full grown adults days after Adam and Eve were expelled from the Garden of Eden.  The Satarian race was created for the sole purpose of taking possession of the Earth to rule over us, its inhabitants.  I asked Daygon why his people did not invade our planet immediately after our foreparents’ expulsion from Eden, and he said it was because of people who look like me, the descendants of Africa.

It was then that Daygon recounted mankind’s origins.  According to Daygon, Adam was created in God’s image, from the dark African sands of Eden.  Adam was a black man.  Because there was no suitable helpmate for Adam, God created Eve from one of Adam’s ribs.  Because Eve came directly from Adam, she was black as well.

Supernatural forces were at work during Adam and Eve’s residency in the Garden of Eden. Their first act of sexual intimacy in Eden caused a tidal wave of creative, electro-magnetic energy to cascade beyond Eden’s borders and across the nation of Pangea. Adam’s sperm and Eve’s eggs mingled with Eden’s embryonic sands to spread through the Pangean nation, producing multi-colored humans that spoke a common language. They would continue to speak this common language until God confounded them. They had disobeyed God by constructing a tower to get closer to Him.  This construct came to be known as the Tower of Babel.

The Satarians’ infiltration into human culture became more purposeful and strategic fifty years before the Babylonians built their tower to God.  This was a time when everyone in Babel was united in thought and purpose.  Its citizens also believed in the one, true God.  But it was a time when embedded Satarians laid the groundwork for dividing and conquering the united Pangean nation.  Lucifer reminded the most loyal members of his sect that a kingdom divided cannot stand.

Masquerading as lighter-skinned Babylonians, they convinced other lighter-skinned Babylonians that they were better than the darker-skinned ones.  Thus began a race to the top, with the victorious racial group being allowed to offer up its own version of world history and humanity’s relationship with the one, true God.

After God confounded their language and scattered them across the Earth, members of the lighter-skinned group committed themselves to ruling over their darker-skinned siblings.  The Satarians in their midst provided them with the advanced weaponry they needed to subvert the darker-skinned groups.  They were also able to create tools and devices that revolutionized the way humanity lived, worked and played.  And if and when they saw something interesting that was created by members of the darker-skinned groups, they claimed it as their own.

Daygon said there are other residents on Sataria who do not want to invade Earth.  They would much rather use the Intergalactic Connector to explore other planets in the universe.  Taking such a position is considered blasphemy to the leaders of the Satarian Empire, for it is a demonstration of affection for the one, true God.  Lucifer wants to prove to all creation that he is God’s better.  However, achieving this lofty goal was made even more difficult when many of the early blasphemers deserted his camp.  They used their Intergalactic Connectors to escape Sataria and build peace-loving colonies on other habitable worlds.

My African brothers and sisters, I received confirmation from Daygon that we are God’s chosen people, the instruments that God is using to thwart Lucifer’s schemes.  Daygon told me that Lucifer directed his minions to remove many of us from Africa so our minds would be fixated on our victimization and not on discovering the source of our strength.

That source is Eden, Daygon says.  And it is located somewhere in Africa.  Find it, and you will know power like you have never known before.

Our beautiful, black bodies are supernaturally linked to Eden.  Therefore, I tend to believe our best days are ahead of us, not behind.  The natural sons and daughters of Eden will rise up again to provide the charismatic leadership that this world needs to rebuild the Pangean nation.  To rebuild the Beloved Community of equals.



Copyright 2014 by Jeffery A. Faulkerson.  All rights reserved.

Coming Soon from Novelist J.A. Faulkerson


ADINKRAHENE: Fear of a Black Planet


When Mississippi Senator Kyle Shuler announces his bid to unseat presidential incumbent Herbert Newsom, America’s first, black president, Washington Post political reporter Jonathan Fraiser is miffed.  He knows Senator Shuler’s dirty, little secret – that he and two of his friends murdered an elderly, black woman as teenagers.  But Jonathan isn’t the only person disturbed by Shuler’s announcement. His longtime friend Selina Giles, an FBI agent, was eleven years old when Shuler slit her grandmother’s throat.  Now, Jonathan and Selina must join forces as Adinkrahene agents to prevent a Jim Crow criminal from becoming the leader of the free world.