Spiritual Forgetfulness, Alkebu-lan ( Afrikan) Amnesia

“No man whose vision is bounded by colour can come into contact with what is highest and best in the world.” --Booker T. Washington

Unless you believe in multiple sets of original woman and original man, every person on the planet is of Alkebu-lan descent. Some of us just have a shorter lineage back home. Many of the names groups of people go by amount to splitting the one original bloodline way past hair thin. This has restricted the flow of healthy energy to the global mind. The lack of wholesome energy to our collective mindset has led to spiritual forgetfulness, Alkebu-lan amnesia and social ills.

If groups properly identified their ethnic heritage, they would all use the prefix, “Alkebu-lan” as in Alkebu-lan-American, Alkebu-lan-Asian, Alkebu-lan-Indian, Alkebu-lan-Arab, Alkebu-lan-Inuit, Alkebu-lan-Hispanic, Alkebu-lan-European and so on. This connects the first to the last. As it stands, cultural identities are truncated.

Who claims a proud heritage yet disowns their mother? Who rewrites their family history? There is no one holy that denies their greatest grandmother is Queen Mother Alkebu-lan.

There's a lot to do to restore Alkebu-lan Awareness to the world. There are a lot of people of every colour who seem to have forgotten that it is their responsibility to uphold their complete heritage.

The best determinant of who “ our people” are, is our spirit. The spiritual self allowed early huemans to accomplish and achieve more than the brain power of modern humans. Extended periods of learning from the greatest spiritual teacher, intuition, made it possible for the foundations of many great things to rise in Alkebu-lan. Modern mind-based intelligence and civilizations would be unrecognizable without tens of thousands of years of Alkebu-lan influence on the world via Alkebu-lan migration and the return to Alkebu-lan for study by later generations of these migrants. In the name of cultural and present-day pagan pride, we have forgotten a lot more than where we all came from.

An Alkebu-lan consciousness is ultimately about restoring, healing and uniting all her children, even those with acclimatized colours. I'm not sure how we can become like God or God like or Christ like or one with The Creator unless we are seeking to become one with our extended family, no matter how far removed. I'm not sure how any of the major societal problems can be solved without restoring our memory.

If we were educated and not merely institutionally informed, we would always seek and strive for the refinement of impurities from the soul. We would allow ourselves to be led where our spiritual intelligence guides and not where our mental intelligence overrides.

"There comes a time when all the cosmic tumblers have clicked into place and the universe opens itself up for a few seconds to show you what's possible." --Terence Mann, fictional character from the movie, Field of Dreams.

Current empire-obsessed civilizations lack vision and virtue. Every hueman and every generation will get several opportunities to peer into the womb of possibilities. Will you acknowledge your family tree is merely a branch on a baobab or iroko that is over 200,000 years old? If your family history or ethnic heritage does not go back this far, much has been forgotten. Once we restore our spiritual connection to each other, a lot changes in the world because we are remembering and gaining insight into who we really are.

Ivan Van Sertima on FTP-Part2A: The Origins of Man, (10:40)

Dr Cheikh Anta Diop : Humanity Origin, (29:52)

Listening For Understanding

My quest for understanding is about things in part and things in entirety. I desire to understand my self, my spirit, the highest powers and hopefully one or two other people over the course of a lifetime. The understanding I speak of is not merely an intellectual, mental acknowledgement. It is an understanding which encompasses the spirit, nature or purpose of something. This understanding causes me to appreciate, respect, learn, improve and connect.

Often my quest involves devoting thoughts, time, reading, discussions, writing and observing to obtain understanding. This is a process and takes a lot of time so on occasion, I'll ”just put it out there” and have a frustrated-type conversation when I need some understanding right now yesterday.

Help me understand! I need to! I want to! Why all the secrecy? It could just as easily be a glass clearly instead of a glass darkly! Let me see everything and live to tell it and even longer to show it! Share understanding the way a knowing and loving parent forms the foundation in their infant. If I don't understand more, then what more is there? What I'm trying to say is, what's the point? I need to know more about what you're doing and what I should be up to so I'm not doing a good job but not doing any good. I need you to work with me and trust me on this one. Have faith in me! I just wanna understand something. If you control the big picture, and I am my own individual brushstroke, how is that supposed to work, especially when we all have free will but limited understanding? How can the big picture not be an abstraction when puposely-placed bold strokes of clarity are met with purposefully-placed fresh strokes of disparity? Give me something! You've got the power! Surely you can teach me something without sending me through another trial, tribulation or waiting period! You said ask! All that, “you have to go through something” mess is for nonbelievers. Please! If you can open heavens, earth and hearts, certainly you can open plain me to understanding in an instant. I'm telling ya, me not tryin' ta resist nuthin! Here me now. If you're the one putting images of Jesus and angels in places and causing statues to cry, please stop. That stuff don't matter none. It's time for another clear-cut miracle. Something simple, powerful, revealing, convincing and everyday. A miracle witnessed and understandable by millions and either caught on tape and put on the Internet or that spreads quicker than words from lying lips. It could be as simple as, the next time those lips part and speak, shut them for a season so the last lie spoken creates the type of fear that halts destructive behavior instead of helps it. But why waste it on fools. Interrupt regularly scheduled programming and bring back some folks who never should have been taken from us. Let's see some babies saved, some quality of lives raised and a physical sickness or two erased. Some tangible stuff, not the promise of blessings and paradise. That's all I'm saying. Make one of the things among all that are possible, true, now, and make it evident. I know that with just another peek at the things I seek with the light cast by your lamp, understanding will glisten. If it does already and my vision is blighted and my brush misguided, teach me to listen with a renewed sight.