Happy Earthday/Birthday (Another Heroic Cycle Completed)

10 03 2012

Hetepu Family,

I celebrate another Earthday (Birthday) yesterday. I would like to sincerely thank you all for your blessings and wishes, because this Earthday was really special.

The reason is because I thought way back how the media reported that most “Young black and Latino men weren’t going to make it past 18.”  We lost a lot of friends during those turbulent 1980s and 1990s, but my best friends and I thought about it and we made it. I thought about how when we were 18 they said, “Young black (and Latino) men won’t make it past 21″ and we did. Then they said, “Young black (and Latino) men  won’t make it past 25″ and again, we thought about it and did. Unfortunately, because of the grim picture that the media painted for me.  I looked at every birthday for a young urbanite as a game of survival and nothing to be celebrated. In fact, I almost fell into the Westernize trap this year of just thinking of this day as being just a number to dread because it means you’re getting older and closer to death. (Westerners fear death.)
But, I never thought about it until yesterday, as family, associates and coworkers (who don’t share my shamanic Afrikan understanding of the life) wished me happy birthday. That they have no clue what I had to do to get here, to this very point. What I had to do to survive and why today of all days, I am grateful to be alive. I wondered why my friends and I beat the odds when “they” claimed we wouldn’t make it? It was because we didn’t allow “them” to decide our destiny. We decided to write our own Story (History), the day we chose to beat the odds, but I wasn’t deluded. We didn’t do it alone…


As I thought about the maa aankh, I saw that I made it through TASETT because like the dying sun.  I thought (contemplated/meditated, hence went into a mild trance) about what I wanted to do and made a wise choice to do so.  Then, those on the other side of the veil of life approved of my choice. Consequently, I was mysteriously reborn like the dying sun because of the hidden hands (ancestors and guardian spirits) that dwell in KAMTA, approve of what I have done thus far. That’s RIGHT! Every little white hair on my head, I earned because it is a stripe and proof I visited KAMTA, and each time I did. I returned with more and more wisdom.

“Only the righteous will be reborn”

So, what an eerie yet wonderful feeling it is to have, to know that there are those (like our deceased grandparents and other love ones) watching over you from the other side (not on Mt Olympus, but in the fields of Aaru) approving of what we do in life.  A powerful feeling overcomes me to think that I am their Hru in this lifetime, as they were mine before I was born and so on.

As I make my way back around to the Khepera moment and think of all the people that didn’t physically make it this year. I can vividly hear my ancestors with Osar, saying “You’re not finished, but job well done.” And, for the first time in my adult life I celebrated my Earthday, as a Son of a King (Osar and Ancestors) returned. This year I return with more determination and vigor with the aim of helping others. I can’t wait to when this romanticized view of Kamitic spirituality passes and people see that the Story of Osar (Asar, Ausar, Osiris) as what the great American mythologist Joseph Campbell calls a monomyth, which is the basis of our ancestral philosophy and culture.  What a joy it will be when it is realized that we are the Hru and the Osar represents our aakhu (egun, egum, ancestors), which means.  All we have to do is make a “spiritual” phone call.

So, as I completed my journey and stand on the edge of both lands (or worlds) before starting my next heroic adventure in TASETT.  I thank you all for walking with me and thank you my NYC Mut (pronounced “Moot” You know who you are T…). Thank you all for making me better and helping me to help you achieve your destiny, as well.

God and Ancestrally Bless.





Happy Birthday: Another Initiation Passed

16 03 2010

This week I am another day older thanks to Kamitic/Kemetic spirituality. Sometimes I wondered how I was going to make it, but it was truly this Kamitic/Kemetic Way of Life that saved me.  I remember when I was 15 looking at the depressing news and hearing the most discouraging words of power from the media during the crack cocaine 1980s, “Young black males won’t make it to 18″, then it went to “21”, “25”. Well, I am 30 something! I made it and now I am trying to help others to get out of  that destructive cycle.

I never understood what this cycle was until I went through my experience and my ancestors taught me about the maa aankh, a Kamitic/Kemetic cosmogram inspired by the Kongo Cross.  You see according to the maa aankh.  The destructive cycle that a lot of young people (especially young men) fall into is called Ra, which is associated with the point Tu-Kula in Ki-Kongo. Both of these points are red and they correspond to the midday sun.  Red is the color of caution, danger, vitality and emergency and on the maa aankh it is associated with the  envious brother of Osar (Asar, Ausar, Osiris) named Set. Set for those who don’t know is the author of confusion, war, chaos, destruction, you name it, if it is evil he has his hands on it. His original name is Set and later he became known as Set-an and finally Satan.  His color by the way is also red.

Ra leads to Ra Atum, which is the point of completion, the end, death and transformation.  Ra Atum is associated with the Luvemba point which is the color white. White is the color of our elders’ gray hair, it is the color of the ancestors, and the cool color of the Lord Osar.

In the natural sense it is okay if you have mastered what is necessary in a particular cycle for you to change, be transformed or die, because it only means that you will be reborn from your experience (hence, the return of old souls being reborn as babies).  But, when you die at an early age and haven’t learned anything or what you were supposed to learn.  We die prematurely both spiritually and physically. Looking back at how I made it and survived the 1980s, I see that I had to learn how to temper the fire (anger, attitude, rashness, rebelliousness, etc.) and have a cool head. I had to learn how to balance the heat with coolness.   I had to listen to my elders who were much wiser and had more experience than I, so that I could avoid dying prematurely. It was by doing that, I was able to escape those turbulent times, pass the initiation (test) created by life and now metaphorically speaking wear the double pschent crown, like Hru (Hrw, Heru, Horus).

For a complete discourse and in-depth analysis see:
MAA AANKH: Finding God the Afro-American Way, by Honoring the Ancestors and Guardian Spirits.








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