In the early days of European Christianinsanity, the first 4 centuries, there was no New Testament, only a diverse collection of writings. Different groups of early Christians believed different things about the fictitious Yeshua ( there was no J in the alphabet until the 18th century) and they all had their books they used to explain their beliefs. In ancient Africa, god was a personal experience. The association with the creation deity was not taught to us, because we existed on such a higher consciousness that we experienced creation and the creator constantly. We are spiritual beings experiencing physical experience. And because the physical is the lowest form of existence we are trapped in this form until we transits to the original realm. Spiritualism over religion is where we need to go. But I can’t expect knee-grows to over stand that, even though they believe that some MAN is born of a woman who never had sex and was god but not god etc, etc. These same people believe that if they pray and pray some more, this fabled god would lift them up from their destitution. Despite the corrupted verses stating that “god helps those who helps themselves”.
In ancient times, the original people of the earth, believed that the creator existed underground, and because the wonders of nature is evident on the ground, they believed that SHE…MOTHER earth (being feminine energy) was the creator. Some how during the transition from the feminine/soft/nurturing, principles of creation to the masculine/hard/destructive one, god became a HE and existed instead of symbiotically with HER creation, existed above HIS created.
Without going too deep into metaphysics and the ancient ways, suffice to say that the Afrocentric community and others need to get together and create our story our narrative outside the domain of the Caucasian man, because he only rules through fear (sounds like the biblical devil to me). Fear is what destroys us. Henry Ford said, Whether you think that you can, or that you can’t, you are usually right.” So we believe in the unseen as stated by the Caucasian oppressor, yet when us who have Africa as our center, ask you to believe in the seen that is about us, you refuse to see. Non is more blind than he who refuse to see. As Confucius said “Study the past if you would define the future“. We need to stop LIVING in the past, but use the instruction of the past to apply to today. This is what Sankofa is is about...go back and fetch it! We need to stop living outside our self and away from somebody else’s culture and social architectural designs, that has us as cursed and lower than the domesticated Jackal If you don’t believe what I just said, ask Michael Vick about knowing his place in the hierarchy of the Caucasian social structure.
Just like the search for the elixir of life—-( turning dross into gold) which was a metaphor for uplifting the human to realize his god potential– ended up with the creation of Algebra by a Persian Arab Al Jibran ( an Arabic word meaning restoring to harmony), so does the Nag Hammadi is searched for and distorted by people who have i their possession the keys to over standing the god in you and I. We never heard of the original Hebrew, not the Khazar and Judaism which is fake, but the original African people, who were highly melinated. We don’t know that the Coptic language is a part of the ancient language of Kimit, Nubia, Kush and Punt. We do not know that the reason why the religion purposely misunderstood as early Christianity in Ethiopia, is in fact remnants of the lost spiritual practice of the people of Kimit, after the people of the fudal states called Greece, came in as invited guests, then turned around over threw and replaced the Shekems with Ptolemies and Pharaohs ( ‘Pharaoh’ is actually a Greek word that is based on a word in Kimit, that meant ‘great house’. When this word was first used, it referred to the palace of the Shekem and its greatness, not just to the Shekem himself. We use the word ‘pharaoh’ today to mean the ruler of ancient Kimit—(land of the blacks)
Over the years the North American views of the planet and a continent of first nations, that even in actuality is not now known by it’s original name, but named after a Roman his-storian, Scipio Africanaus, has been distorted to the point of parody.
When you control a man’s thinking you do not have to worry about his actions.
If the Negro in the ghetto must eternally be fed by the hand that pushes him into the ghetto, he will never become strong enough to get out of the ghetto.
Those who have no record of what their forebears have accomplished lose the inspiration which comes from the teaching of biography and history.
It is the children that we are leaving this mess for. not just the destruction of African culture, spirit and mind, but the destruction of the planet, without which being African centric has no value or makes no sense. To reacquire the African genius and become again African centric is to love and revere the earth more than bling, show boating and the trappings of inequity that White Supremacy is teaching, conditioning and manipulating us to do and be. It is the children…not baby goats, word is power and is creative…the children that will be our salvation. But we have to prepare their journey in to this world, so that they can guide us out of this outhouse of depredation, degradation and death. There are but few elders worthy of reverence. The ones that are remaining are either dead or withering away in some hospice, like Dr. Ben Yochananon and before him Dr. Henrick Clark, or are not honoured in the way that other ethnic groups revere and honour their elders and scholars. These are the old souls, indigo children coming back to save our funky asses from ourselves. But we have our mouth in the Caucasian man’s kitchen (Monsanto), our souls in his temple (the church and Masjid), the killing fields or indoctrination centers (schools) and their inquisition forum (the legal centers) that we have become tools to be used and then discarded.
African our story if truly studied should make us mad about the omissions, theft and destruction. The failure to apply the original life principles should make us slap our selves upside the head, when we realize that in truly knowing ourselves, the god potential in us, we wouldn’t need anybody to TELL us how to commune with the ALL. How to translate that communing to each other, the earth and others that share this planet.
Well they tell me of a pie up in the sky
Waiting for me when I die
But between the day you’re born and when you die
They never seem to hear even your cry
And I keep on fighting for the things I want
Though I know that when you’re dead you can’t
But I’d rather be a free man in my grave
Than living as a puppet or a slave!