How To Become A Scholar-Question #2

Choose Your Side- The Wealthy Elite or The Masses of the People

How To Become A Scholar-Question #1

Metu Neter Vol. 1 African Women

Metu Neter Vol. 1 pt 1

Liberating The Bible-Yeshua Kills

Liberating the Bible-Call for Justice

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Cures for Black Mental Illness

            I think that black people are mentally ill. I have lived with them for 40 years. I have studied them as well as myself and found many illnesses. If I mentioned all of our illnesses, I would have to talk for weeks, so I will just discuss a few large ones. One illness is a disorientation of time. Our bodies are African inside and out, yet we build our lives on the foundations explored during the time of Europe’s rise. In doing this we leave at least 35 dynasties of Kemet on the sideline to rot. To cure this illness, study ancient African traditions and try to incorporate them into your life. Do not allow modernity to slow you down. A second illness is retardation in terms of ethics. We are trapped in the Greek discussion over what is right and what is wrong, when our ancestors created complete codes of ethics. To cure this illness, find the 42 Principles of MA’AT and study the principles thoroughly. Another illness of black people is a craving for physical comfort. We do not want to suffer any discomfort of any kind, so we never challenge any one or any thing. We drift in the wind. Of course when the wind stops, black people fall and suffer more pain than everyone else. To cure this illness you just have to remember that your body can only live in one room at time. You can only wear one set of clothes at a time. Your body does not need high powered air conditioning or heating systems. A fourth illness is our fear of nature. We have no reason to be afraid of insects, birds, or any other creatures of nature. We have been living with respect toward nature for millenniums. To cure this illness go outside and watch an insect. Follow the insect as long as it does not put you into danger. Those are my thoughts on the matter.

The Trial of Dorothy Mae Head

The Council of Souls

Tried Dorothy Mae Head with entrapment.

Dorothy Mae Head

Is between the 3^rd and 4^th dimension.

Dorothy Mae Head

You trapped D-822 in the 3^rd dimension.

D-822…you mean

My son Timothy.

He was an 8^th dimension empath

One of not many.

He was…empath?

Is that why he was so strange?

So you admit that you trapped him

In the 3^rd dimension!

I had him, he was my son

If you lost him, don’t blame me!

The Council thought to Itself

We sent you the necessary resources

Yet you kept D-822.

You mean the abortion money

How could I act on blood money?

We sent you an idea

Yet you kept D-822.

You sent an idea?

How could I know what that was?

The resources and idea

Should have been enough!

I chose to keep him out of love

Doesn’t that count for anything?

The Council thought to Itself

You say that you love D-822,

Did you provide adequately for the Soul?

I did the best I could with…

No.

Did you love enough to

Support D-822 in non-physical endeavors?

I tried to be there for him but I…

No.

Explain why you are not guilty

Of trapping D-822 into a place of misery.

I had 4 other children

No one got everything they needed.

(You, the reader must provide a verdict)

Sub City

     Millions of New Yorkers ride the subways oblivious to the fact that people are living in NYC’s subway system. The others are too afraid to acknowledge the residents of sub city for fear that it will overwhelm their conscience. The two types of citizens in sub city are the riders and the tunnel dwellers. The riders stay on the trains throughout the day. They may even live right there on the trains, switching subway lines to avoid police harassment. The tunnel dwellers live in the tunnels on train lines no longer used or at stations no longer used. They also live in open space down in the subway system. While all of this is going on public housing units sit vacant. Don’t ask me why, ask our mayor.

Black Man's Fatigue

     When I was a teenager I used to retreat to an apartment for weeks at a time. As an adult I have to retreat for months at a time. You see, I suffer from Black Man’s Fatigue. This is a condition of chronic weariness that causes the sufferer to need long periods of rest. I will now walk you through a day in my life to give you a view of Black Man’s Fatigue up close. The first thought that I have when I wake up in the morning is disappointment that I am still in a time and space of a system that fuels other people’s success at the expense of African people. My second thought is that I must figure out how to transcend systems, and even what passes for humanity these days, because to face the world in a bad mood could end up with me dead or incarcerated. When I face the world I do it as a wanderer from a people that have disintegrated into a state of savagery. This means that I have to prove my human value with every individual encounter. When I was in school I had to function at a high enough level to pass through institutions that trained me to maintain the system created to keep me enslaved. When I went to work I maintained that system. I have not worked in the system for 3 years, so at least I am free of the Soul suicide that America calls work. As I fellowship with friends and family I have to present to them the parts of myself that they can understand. At the end of each day I meditate with the hopes that I will be able to reach beyond the here and now and stay there.  

The Unwated Ones

     While I was in the womb the drama played out this way. My father gave my mother money to abort me. She thought about it, but was raised under morality, so she decided to keep both the money and me. My father saw her swollen womb later and told her that I was not his. Unfortunately this is not an unusual story, there are millions of us. We are the unwanted ones. We act out the fact that we are on our own in different ways. Some of us decide that we are less valuable because we were abandoned and resort to deviance. Others try to over-compensate by achieving great things to show the world that we are worthy of acceptance. A small number of us embrace the reality that we had nothing to do with our parent’s decision making. So the personal baggage is not ours to carry.

What the Gay Marriage Bill Taught Me

     In the middle of a summer night the New York State Legislature passed a bill that gives same sex couples the right to marry. It did not teach me that the Lesbian, Gay, Bi-Sexual, Transgendered (LGBT) community are people, I knew that. It did not teach me that marriage is a social contract, not a moral one, I knew that. What the whole situation taught me is that if a community is willing to organize themselves around a set of principles, that community can force outsiders to accept their beliefs. It is such a simple and ancient process, but the LGBT community had to teach us again. The question is whether our respective communities will use this lesson to improve ourselves.