My heart has a feeling...
based on another thread that I started to write, I was inspired to write the following opinion:
Alkebulan was once a great continent filled with intellectual, prosperous & powerful empires; today it lays at the mercy of a corrupt western civilization, barely able to sustain it's growth and protect it's children.
The great descendants of th Alkebulan who experienced the Maafa are divided and unable to collectively achieve any likeness of the greatness they once shared with the motherland.
Historians, psychologists, economists, political scientists have all studied the phenomenon, and religious leaders from every walk of the stratosphere have participated in trying to reassemble the African humpty dumpty in our midst.
We ask over and over again, what happened?
I'm not going to reference a lot of other authors for this post, in fact I'm just going to speak from my heart based on what I perceive, what I feel and what I intuitively gather is our solution. Many moons ago I asked my highest self what is my purpose? I was told my purpose was love. I was actually disappointed. I wanted my purpose to be something grandiose, something powerful and revolutionary, something to transform our world, our planet, and our nations.
Some descendants of the Maafa claim to have no relationship, no link, no feeling for Alkebulan, because their ancestors were sold out, given over to the most violent of oppressions and degradations. They claim to have no identification with this foreign place, a place that betrayed them, a place that abandoned their ancestors and left them in a merciless wilderness.
Sounds like a broken heart doesn't it?
Now let's look at the brethren remaining in the motherland. Civil wars, exploitation, unfair trade practices, high mortality rates, low life expentancy and environmental damages. Is it possible that the collective spirit of Alkebulan cries out in sorrow and grief for the mistake it made only 4 centuries ago?
Blaming the foreigners that now take advantage of the broken family, is not identifying the solution. It's like when the body is sick, the immune system is taxed by foreign invaders who can only exist because the remedy has not been applied.
We can speak of the importance of knowledge, sound economics, etc... but we all know truly deep in our hearts that something far more profound must take place. Every descendant of Alkbebulan knows who they are, and although the language is gone, the names are changed and sometimes even the skin has lightened, the memory in our cellular structure, the reflection of soul in the mirror will not erase the knowledge of self.
Nor will all these apparent changes, attempts to rearrange, disconnect and assimilate erase the heartache of a love that was lost. A love that was so beautiful, so divine that it created the universe itself.
I believe in my heart that the perfect union and it's state of divinity fell from it's grace when it feel from love. Whether it was Yacub' s madness, tribal isolation, or Germanic hatred and jealousy, none could have divided the house if the house had put it's love first and other interests after.
Yes, I know there were many great leaders who fought against the exploitation of it's fellow man for slavery, and there are warriors who remain today both inside Alkebulan and outside whose profound love for themselves and their people keep the truth alive and the hope for a future.
Right now the world looks at us because they know who we are, and they (anyone outside of the Original Alkebulan Tribes) cultivate a host of negative energies towards us. Energies of pity, superiority, manipulation, exclusion, etc... anything but love. Why is that? Even when missionary and non-for profit organizations carry agendas designed to uplift this diverse congregation of ethnicity, the results somehow end up tainted. What befouls the water?
Love betrayed is a deep wound, one that sometime even time does not seem to heal. Yet, to foster a sense of self-love within our individual selves, we must undergo the process of forgiveness, compassion and transformation in relation to what we know to be true about ourselves.
The world is feeding the children of Alkebulan the message that we are unlove-able; this message comes through many sources, in fact it pours through the channels of communication to indoctrinate them into believing it. This unlovable nature makes it impossible to accept the energy we so desperately need and deserve. That green energy from the heart chakra where the alchemical powers of transformation exist, and the unlimited abundance of wealth is made truth.
What is love, what does it look like, smell like, and feel like? Well, that may create another endless debate, although it would be most miraculous if it inspired only agreement based on personal opinion and not academic or religious philosophy. This is not to say that spiritual icons have not demonstrated love and that we cannot refer to their lessons; but since we have all traveled by different paths, love must be tolerant and inclusive.
I've got to sign off, but I reserve a bookmark to add on to this at a later time.
Hotep
to this sister phynxofkmt, wherever you are, tc...
