First Word
Come children
Sit by me
Let me light the fire
Of love in your hearts.
Let me stir up the flames
Of power in your souls.
You beautiful, beautiful children of the Lord of
the Perfect Black!
Here is a story
Told
In the colors that shape dreams.
Told
In the sounds that move the universe
Told
In the silences that feed all souls,
Drums roll and the children
gather
All stories have their beginnings
but
This story is unlike all others.
This story is but a word.
An infinitesimal sound
In the cosmic ocean
So, let us begin.
Here in the silence of your
hearts
Here where body, mind and
soul are one
Moments of silence are
followed by sound of flutes
This is a long and sacred tale.
Four hundred years
Is too short a time
In which to tell it
Steady slow drum beat
This is an account of pain and hope and mystery.
Four thousand years
Is an aeon of sleep
But children
Know this
When heart and mind are One
One word of truth
Reawakens the spirit
To the ancient wisdom
Of the fathers.
Hear now .
Listen to the rhythm of your hearts.
Know and remember your genesis.
A griot sings in the distance
Let us return to the father's house.
To Egypt
To the quiet river
To the temple gate.
Before Anno Domini.
Before the Christ.
Go back further
Much much further !
Remember
Egypt of Africa?
Where wisdom ordained
A spiritual way of living?
Remember the time of the god kings?
When all women are queens
When all children are
Of our Lord of the Perfect Black ?
In that time
The high priests of architecture
Prayed daily
In the inner sanctuaries
And were taught
By the creator.
Then
As it was in heaven,
So it was on earth.
The creators will was done.
Following divine instruction,
According to the principles
Embodied in the Tree of Life
They built the mighty pyramids.
And manifested perfect marvels
Reflecting the glories of heaven
Here on earth.
Now listen children.
An event occurred
Thus causing
A significant mark on the fabric
A fundamental redirecting
Of cosmic energies and balance.
An event
Distorting the dream matrix
Causing a shift in perception
Of the Perfect World Order
Of Amen
Your distant kin
Who, many ages earlier
For reasons
Lost in time
Reappeared one day in our midst.
Returning from their exile
In alienating spaces.
They encamped
By the deep and quiet river.
Came
to the temple's
broad steps and ascended.
they approached the mighty gate
Night and day
Did they knock and wait
Day and night
Did they wait and knock
They clamored loudly at the gates
Until at last the way was opened.
You shudder children
Do not shudder
The priests in their high towers
Had seen them coming from afar.
Even from beyond the borders!
To the innermost sanctuary they retreated.
To begin the days of penitence and fasting.
To practice the purifications.
And wait for holy guidance.
Being guided
After many days the gates were opened
The high priest came among the strangers
Questioning the mark upon them.
The strangers answered cogently.
With many words
Which only hid the meaning
Of their genetic symbol
And, further obfuscating
With complex, subtle mutterings
They presumed to name
The nameless.
With this great unease
Came among the people
Fascinated by their inventions
Of illusory worlds
Intrigued by the complexity
Of clever mind games
Puzzled by their purpose
Yet disturbed,
Repelled by the deep alienation
Revealed in every word
The children of our Lord began to quarrel loudly
Abandoning intuition
Resorting to
Much reasoning.
In the manner of the visitors
Some saying,
Let them enter
Our most sacred temple
For their knowledge is definitive
And analytic.
The unknowable
Could, perhaps, be known.
Others saying
Let us welcome them.
For though they strayed
They return to embrace again
their heritage.
Others recalled the omens
The traits of their inheritance.
The reasons for their exile.
And this brought great dispute
As blame and guilt were placed.
First with us and then with them
And then with us again.
And they joined in the blaming.
And as words multiplied.
A great circle
Of misunderstanding grew.
A great whirlwind
Of confusion grew
And fear grew bigger with it all.
And as fear intensified,
Talk became ugly and dangerous.
Just so it had been
When the alienating gene
Had first appeared among us
Drums and goje music fill
the air
Then the high priest
Lifted up his right hand.
He fixed his steady right eye
On the gathering.
Till there was silence
Then he spoke
"The oracle has been consulted.
All is revealed.
We know their nature.
Know their cosmic purpose.
These sacred halls receive them"
And so
The holy fathers
Bade the estranged ones
Enter
They climbed the broad steps
And entered!
Into the inmost sanctuary!
Into the Perfect Night
After days and nights with the holy fathers
They left the holy lands.
Taking away the mysteries
Taking the sacred word.
Now my children
Hear this! For ....
From that moment began the shift
Distorting the dream matrix
Creating a new perception
A dream of a different Order
A World without Amen
From that day to this time
My children
A great sleep
Came upon all the people
Of all the lands through which
These kinsfolk passed.
And while nations dreamed
Of marvelous inventions
Of unlimited powers
Whilst all slept
The atrocities we now live were being committed.
During Ages
Of disintegration
Named
The Age of Enlightenment
When light was extinguished
Across the vast stretches
Of the world.
During times
Hailed as
The Age of Progress
When the flight paths to heaven
Were replaced with
Earthbound destinations.
To these centuries
Revered as
The Age of Civilization
When our spiritual birthright
Was exchanged for
A mess of ideologies.
So it was my children
So it has been
For many many years.
Confusion
Illusion
Deception
Their control and manipulation of the word
Gave pre-eminence to a history
In which they became the original architects
Of the original holy temples.
Their control and manipulation of information
Gave substance to the myth
That they were the prime initiates
To the sacred mysteries.
So great was the propaganda
That despite what all could see
The deception became accepted
The exceptions became the rules
Yes look around you children!
Where today are the temples
Such as your fathers built?
Not one in all the lands they traversed.
Not then.
Not now.
Not ever.
Children listen!
If you dare to listen!
You will hear
In all their scriptures
The ancient voice
Of Egypt
Those who have eyes to see
Do see the evidence.
Those who have ears to hear
Do hear the truth.
Song of the griot
Children you may well ask
As many before have asked
As even the unborn ask
Did they not see
That low sciences
And high philosophies
That excessive naming
Defining, and dividing?
That self centric
Modes of evaluating
That the endless proclaiming
Of new systems and new measures
For controlling
Positioning
And
Ordering
The world of mind and objects
Could only bring destruction ?
Children of the Perfect Black
They did not, could not see the outcomes.
For they lacked right vision!
The pale genomic mark upon them
Reveals their genealogy.
Explains their nature.
Dictates their role in cosmic history.
Technocrats, by nature ,
Lack technicolour vision.
Technologic mind sets
Measure the endless many
But never the wholeness of One.
Thus, in dividing knowledge
They multiplied confusion
Inverted the sanctity of creation.
And now we have
A New World Order
Where
In the One World
There is a First World
And a Third World
And the Second passed
Un accounted
And now we are in a time warp
Where in line with linear 'progress'
And modern numerology
Some worlds could cease to exist
Except as a useless statistic.
But worst of all my children
In all this determined ordering
Of worlds and concepts and things
They failed in their calculations
To include the principle value
Fundamental Cosmology
You tremble
Do not tremble.
The oracle was consulted.
Everything was revealed.
Yes, the high priests in their wisdom
Bade them enter.
Even to the inner sanctuary.
Where we all must now return
For in this time
Of mass affliction.
When children starve
Amidst plenty
And predatory rulers dictate.
When genocide
Is called cleansing
When barbaric practices
Regulate trade
When ungodly doctrines
Are exalted
By powerful nation states.
We have come to
This Age of Information
We have entered
Cyberspace
Drums, flute, electronic
music and the song of
the griot
Children
Now listen carefully
For you have work to do
The high priest bids you enter
In to the Perfect Black
Into the inner sanctuary
Where all things are revealed
You must wake to the silent spaces
Where body and soul are one
There you will see the future
Which the oracle foretold.
Slow drums
Now all the measurements are taken.
The information is all in
All are weighed
In the balance.
And every undertaking
Stands glaringly revealed
As earth staggers under the burden
Exposing the shameful deeds
As skies recoil from the arrogance
The last hiding place is sealed.
No more words
No more words
Nor definings
Can obscure the vision of right
For now we are on auto pilot
Traveling through Cybernight
~
~ Every ~
~ Soul that enters ~
~ This Gateway now surfs ~
~ The mysterious ~
~ Wave ~
~
~ Of ordered, cosmic revival in tune with more primal
times~
~ When awakening to cosmic order we will live our
spiritual lives~
All stories have their endings
But this is a story unlike
all others.
This is but a word.
An infinitesimal sound
In the cosmic ocean
Let us begin
Here in the silence
Of our hearts
Where body and soul are one
Here
This story begins.
Told by Auset © Auset Communications
1999
