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.
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.