Subhana Rabbe yal Aa’la. (Glory to my Lord the most High.) Sajada laka roohi wa janaani. (My spirit and heart prostrate for You.) Yahdeekomullaho. (May Subhana Rabbe yal Aa’la. (Glory to my Lord the most High.) Sajada laka roohi wa janaani. (My spirit and heart prostrate for You.) Yahdeekomullaho. (May He guide you.) Inna lillahe wa inna ilaihe raajeoon. (Surely we belong to Allah and to Him we return.) Razi Allaho ta’ala anha. (May Allah be pleased with her.)...more
we are a new people look at us walk. we walken A New Walk. Its beat is the sound of Elijah hurryen us to new frontiers. we be a new people in a new lawe are a new people look at us walk. we walken A New Walk. Its beat is the sound of Elijah hurryen us to new frontiers. we be a new people in a new land.
we wear a new look look at the style we wear. our clothes demand your look. respect. for they tell the land that a new people's garments flow on the earth. we be a new people in a new land.
our talk is new. it be original talk always prefaced by As-Salaam-alaikum (a greeting of peace) for how else should we begin the day save with peace for our people in a new land. we be a new people in a new land.
we are a mixture of the old and new. a new western man of ancient wisdom openen the door of the world while moven on a new land in a new way. we be a new people in a new land.
Amen Sister Sanchez, and wa-alaikum-salaam!...more
One of my favorite short stories by one of my favorite writers! Her level of writing and imagination can't be described, only experienced. High John dOne of my favorite short stories by one of my favorite writers! Her level of writing and imagination can't be described, only experienced. High John de Conquer is making his way back to drum his people out of their ignorance and I, for one, am grateful he didn't forget about us... although we may have forgotten about him. Somehow from the simplistic and/or low-technological age of late 18th to early 19th century to the digital and fiber optic age of today, we have lost something of ourselves. We worry about things we can't control instead of laughing at them like our ancestors:
"That is what they believe, and so they do not worry. They go on and laugh and sing. Things are bound to come out right tomorrow. That is the secret of Negro song and laughter.
So the brother in black offers to these United States the source of courage that endures, and laughter. High John de Conquer. If the news from overseas reads bad, and the nation inside seems like it is stuck in the Tar Baby, listen hard, and you will hear John de Conquer treading on his singing drum. You will know then, that no matter how bad things look now, it will be worse for those who seek to oppress us."
I got my ears open because the news overseas definitely reads bad and inside the nation we are stuck!
"John de Conquer was a bottom-fish. He was deep. He had the wisdom tooth of the East in his head. Way over there, where the sun rises a day ahead of time, they say that Heaven arms with love and laughter those it does not wish to see destroyed. He who carries his heart in his sword must perish. So says the ultimate law. High John de Conquer knew a lot of things like that. He who wins from within is in the "Be" class. Be here when the ruthless man comes, and be here when he is gone."
I hear him in the headphones this time around: We gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright -Kendrick Lamar, "Alright"
I say woosah and alley-oop the chubby doobie to Judah Child of Jacob, I know my history, I know we are moors There's a universe in her afro, hold us back though There's a power in the black folk, well that's forbidden knowledge -Raury, "Forbidden Knowledge"...more
All the books of the world will not bring you happiness, but build a secret path toward your heart.
What you need is in you: the sun, the stars, the mAll the books of the world will not bring you happiness, but build a secret path toward your heart.
What you need is in you: the sun, the stars, the moon, the illumination you were seeking shines up from within you.
The quest for wisdom made you comb the libraries. Now every page speaks the truth that flashes forth from you.
Books by Herman Hesse
I read Siddartha a few years ago and honestly wasn't that impressed. The Journey to the East was a much more profound read for me at the time I read it. Until I read his poetry I wasn't sure where to categorize Hermann Hesse but after reading The Seasons of the Soul I can say truthfully, I've found another of my friends today!...more
I couldn't write a better review for this than the Foreward which is included in the volume by the compiler and editor, Amiri Baraka.
"These are the fI couldn't write a better review for this than the Foreward which is included in the volume by the compiler and editor, Amiri Baraka.
"These are the founding Fathers and Mothers, of our nation. We rise, as we rise (again). By the power of our beliefs, by the purity and strength of our actions.
These are the wizards, the bards, the babalawo, the shaikhs, of Weusi Mchoro. These descriptions will be carried for the next thousand years, of good, and of evil. These will be the standards black men make reference to for the next thousand years. These the sources, and the constant conscious striving (jihad) of a nation coming back into focus.
Throw off the blinds from your eyes the metal pillars of Shaitan from your minds Find the will of the creator yourself where it was Sun being eating of the good things
We are being good. We are the beings of goodness, again. We will be righteous and our creations good and strong and righteous, and teaching. The teaching and the descriptions. The will and the strength. Songs, chants, "bad shit goin down," rendered as the light beam of God warms your hearts forever. Forget, and reget. Reget and forget. Where it was. This is the source. Kitab Sudan. The black man's comfort and guide. Where we was we will be agin. Tho the map be broke and thorny tho the wimmens sell they men, then cry up hell to get them back out here agin. In the middle of my life. In the middle of our dreams. The black artist. The black man. The holy holy black man. The man you seek. The climber the striver. The maker of peace. The lover. The warrior. We are they whom you seek. Look in. Find yr self. Find the being, the speaker. The voice, the back dust hover in your soft eyeclosings. Is you. Is the creator. Is nothing. Plus or minus, you vehicle! We are presenting. Your various selves. We are presenting, from God, a tone, your own. Go on. Now."
Once said THEY unto me: O man, wouldst thou gain wisdom? Seek for it in the heart of the flame. Wouldst thou gain knowledge of power? Seek ye it in the heOnce said THEY unto me: O man, wouldst thou gain wisdom? Seek for it in the heart of the flame. Wouldst thou gain knowledge of power? Seek ye it in the heart of the flame. Wouldst be one with the heart of the flame? Seek then within thine own hidden flame.
Turn thy thoughts inward not outward. Find thou the Light-Soul within. Know that thou art the MASTER. All else is brought from within. Grow thou to realms of brightness. Hold thou thy thought on the Light. Know thou art one with the Cosmos, a flame and a Child of the Light....more
"To work from sun up to sun down for a whole year and to end owing "the man" $400 for the privilege of working; to do this year after year and to sink"To work from sun up to sun down for a whole year and to end owing "the man" $400 for the privilege of working; to do this year after year and to sink deeper and deeper into debt; to be chained to the land by bills at the plantation store; to wash away this knowledge with bad gin, to blot it out in an ecstasy of song and prayer; to sing, to pray, to cry; to bring forth a boy child and to be told one night that four thousand people are roasting him slowly over a hot fire and leisurely cutting off his fingers and toes; to be powerless and to curse one's self for cowardice; to be conditioned by dirt and fear and shame and signs; to become a part of these signs and to feel them in the deepest recess of the spirit; to be knocked down in the streets and whipped for not calling a shiftless hillbilly "Mister"; to be a plaything of judges and courts and policemen; to be black in a white fire and to believe finally in one's own unworthiness; to be without books and words and pretty pictures; to be without newspapers and radios; to be without understanding, without the rationalizations of psychology and sociology, without Freud and E. Franklin Frazier and Jet; to not know why it is happening; to not know that it had all happened before to white people and that Hitler would do it again; to not know where to go and what to do to stay the whip and the rope and the chain; to give in finally; to bow, to scrape, to grin; and to hate one's self for one's servility and weakness and blackness—all this was a Kafkaian nightmare which continued for days and nights and years."
So goes the life of black people in the United States. One of the most important parts that needs to be learned if we are to ever get rid of the idiotic concept of 'race' and the oppurtunist, both black and white, who use it to keep the populace as a whole, ignorant and at each other's throat while the rich just get richer:
"The American white man and the American Negro are cases in point: three centuries of miscegenation have had a decided impact on both. In an article in the Ohio Journal of Science, Robert P. Stuckert, of the Ohio State University Department of Sociology, estimated that 21 per cent of American whites—one out of every five—have African elements in their background. "Over 28 million white persons," he wrote, "are descendants of persons of African origin. Furthermore, the majority of persons with African ancestry are classified as whites." Wholesale miscegenation has had an even greater impact on the American Negro. More than 27 per cent of a sample of 1551 American Negroes studied by Melville J. Herskovits had some "Indian blood." Even more remarkable was the number of Negroes with white ancestors: 71.7 per cent. The percentage of mulattoes increases not only with additional Negro-white unions but also with additional "pure Negro"—mulatto unions. In Herskovit's sample, incidentally, only 22 per cent of the American Negroes were of unmixed ancestry. Bantu, Hottentot, Mandingo, Yoruba, Akan, Semite, Hamite, British, Irish, German, French, Spanish, Dutch, Creek, Choctaw, Seminole, Pequot, Marshpee—the American Negro is an extraordinary amalgam of different amalgamations. The end product of 343 years of miscegenation, he is also a constant reminder that nature is color blind."
This book was just very well written. I can't stress that enough. History can be dry and boring but when I good writer gets his hands into it, it can be made a pleasant experience to learn. As was the case here....more
One of the hardest things I have had to read, but a must. I also didn't necessarily want to rate this with 5 stars. But as far as books go, it got theOne of the hardest things I have had to read, but a must. I also didn't necessarily want to rate this with 5 stars. But as far as books go, it got the point across. It will also be a must read for suggested curriculums for the enlightenment of the human species and it's potentiality to go the unenlightened route... and it's consequences....more
"Hafiz was viewed as a great threat, a spiritual rebel, whose insights emancipate his readers from the clutches of those in power—those who exploit th"Hafiz was viewed as a great threat, a spiritual rebel, whose insights emancipate his readers from the clutches of those in power—those who exploit the innocent with insane religious propaganda. For Hafiz reveals a God with a billion I.Q.—a God that would never cripple us with guilt or control us with fear."
"Hafiz is one of the greatest spiritual friends, lovers, and guides that humankind has ever known. For centuries he has been called the Tongue of the Invisible, for he continues to sing beautiful and wild love songs from God. He invites us to join him in his fantastic applause of life. I vote to inscribe these words of Hafiz on every flag, church bell, temple, mosque, and politician’s brain:
"If you could evaluate your worth you would limit yourself and, in reality, you have no limits; so how could your worth be evaluated? Since you are in"If you could evaluate your worth you would limit yourself and, in reality, you have no limits; so how could your worth be evaluated? Since you are incapable of appreciating your own worth - which is proper - follow good form and do not seek to know My worth, for you could never succeed in evaluating it, even if you were the most noble being in My eternal knowledge."
"The limit of your knowledge depends on the capacity I have given you; therefore you only know yourself."
"The looks fall short, the intellects are perplexed, the hearts blind, the knowers lost in a desert of bewilderment, and the understandings, plunged into stupefaction, and incapable of grasping the least secret of the revelation of My Grandeur. How then could they encompass it? Your knowledge is scattered dust. Your qualities are nothing. Your reality is only a metaphor in a corner of My being."
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