REJOICING WITH STONES

REJOICING WITH STONES! Consciousness when contrasted with obliviousness recoils inwardly. How dare anyone, it asks, dare to compare the two opposites states? Obliviousness is the absence of consciousness. https://www.google.com/search… Consciousness is the absence of obliviousness. https://www.google.com/search… Yet, life innervates each. http://www.thefreedictionary.com/innervates Life, then, is the link between the two states of being, consciousness and obliviousness. "Living stones " is an expression in the Bible. 1 Pet.2:5. Elsewhere, the scriptures say that "the stones will cry out ." http://biblehub.com/luke/19-40.htm Thus, "life" innervates, actuates, saturates even that which we perceive to be as dead as a rock! The lattice of life is their geometry, as life is our own lattice-geometry. "Life" innervates the Milky Way galaxy and its 100,000 lights years of breadth, around whose 'black hole' center our humble solar system revolves, once, every 230 million years, at 828,000 miles per hour. https://www.google.com/search… And our God is the great Geometer binding, linking consciousness with obliviousness as man, so in stones! Same source, same substance, man and stones; consciousness and obliviousness; all life linking geometry are from the great God of all, known as the Great Geometer! Humble yourself then humans and rejoice with the Galaxy and stones!

HOT SHOWERS

A hot shower is a common feature today. But, not so long ago, showers--let alone, hot ones--were rare. And very much appreciated! My daddy, who was raised on a family-owned farm in Mississippi, in the 1920-30s, and who escaped the drudgery of farming just in time to join the Jim Crow-conditions of blacks in the World War 2 army of the early 1940s, was one man who could, and who did, definitely appreciate the later "luxury" of hot showers. Often, as he exited the shower, ensconced in towels, he would say, "Ahh, Lord! That was a good hot shower!" He expressed it with such exultant sincerity in his voice's tone and timbre, that you just knew that he meant it. You also knew from his smiling face that his having had no prior access to such hot toilet, consistently, in his earlier days had deepened his appreciation for them in his latter days. Whenever I exit my own hot shower now, I think of my daddy and smile!

TO ELECT A BLACK PRESIDENT

I remember attending the National Black Political Convention in Gary, Indiana, in 1972, as a senior in college at Howard University, when I was also the Editor-in-Chief of THE HILLTOP, our weekly student newspaper. Accompanying me on the trip was one of our brilliant photographers, Larry Holland, who is now working in the film industry. Watching our leaders and their delegations up close, I recall being distressed by their egos and by the persnickety sniping that paralyzed the process of political marshaling. I particularly recall the Michigan delegation 's walking out, led by Coleman Young, and Roy Innis' revolting harangues. Of course, Jesse Jackson's dramatic onstage spinning histrionics at the end of his sermonette brought down the house. Nothing substantive occurred, as many had predicted , largely because politics is about money, which we had too little of! At any event, Larry and I stayed at the home of my great aunt, Mattie Nash, and Uncle Paul Nash, as he chauffeured me about in a bright yellow Deuce and a Quarter! So, we had fun eating, witnessing, visiting. These thoughts come to mind as I read Hubert Henry Harrison 's WHEN AFRICA AWAKES (1920), where he speculates on what it may take to elect a black President. He would be pleased to know that less than a century later, we have twice elected a black President, and that it did not take a separate political party to pull off that feat!

ENVY

ENVY Does a snowflake envy one another? Does a raindrop or leaf or blade of grass? Why then do humans envy, being that they too are from the same source as all others on earth; or Indeed, the same as all others in the entire infinite and eternal universe ?

AMERICA IS OUR HOME!

AMERICA IS OUR HOME! It is well worth recalling this black history month that not many forays outside of America have fared too well for many black emigrationists. Whether we speak of Paul Cuffee's foray into Sierra Leone in the 1800s; of Nova Scotia with the British in the 1700s-1800s; of Liberia with the American Colonization Society, 1800s; of Nigeria with Martin R. Delaney, 1800s; of Haiti with Rev. Holly, 1800s; or to Guyana with Jim Jones, late 1900s, they failed. Even most of the slaves who had successfully escaped to Canada returned to America after the Civil War; indeed, many of those brave men who fled, returned to fight for freedom DURING the Civil War. There was the Marcus Garvey 's "back to Africa " movement that was sabotaged both in America and in Liberia, by governments' intrigues. Liberia, its intended destination in the 1920s, sold the large acreage allotted to to Garvey's UNIA to Firestone Rubber Company. Moreover, The Universal Negro Improvement Association's two ships were also insufficiently unseaworthy to sail due to tampering, by enemies, some say. Some smaller groups have quietly slipped away to various other spots, without fanfare, like the Original African Hebrew Nation of Jerusalem who went to Israel via Liberia in the 1960s under the leadership of the late Ben Ammi, formerly of Chicago, Illinois . From the foregoing, one thing is clear: Our destiny is here. This was decided long ago in 1817 in Bethel AME Church in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, where 3,000 free black men, under such leaders as Richard Allen, Robert Purvis, and others, refused the enticements of the colonizers to leave America, and their enslaved brethren, for Liberia in a unanimous vote, with no opposition! It's already a done deal. America is our home. Period!

HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH!

Happy Black History Month TO ALL!

BLACK HISTORY AND MARIJUANA

Lacking any direct proof, I hypothesize the possibility that the anti-marijuana "Reefer Madness" federal government criminalization movement of the 1930's, and later, is causally related to the "Harlem Renaissance" of the 1920's. That was when black American blues, jazz musicians, writers, artists, actors and others galvanized huge swaths of the white populations of America and Europe with their amazing musical and artistic virtuosity and spirit . White supremacy is malevolently premised upon the denial of personhood to black people, anciently or presently, as its judicial decrees and customs have attested. Such lies were pierced, literally and figuratively, by the era's sexual and sensual marijuana-liberated passions and ideals. Back of all of this is the fact that marijuana, "bang," ganja, hemp, pot, or any number of other names, itself, indigenous to Africa. Having been cooked, or smoked, ritualistically there, or used medicinally, long before the pyramids or the sphinx were conceived, marijuana is a source black power and culture. Its introduction to whites threatened white supremacists' ruling paradigm. (One wonders if these mighty megaliths were conceived under the influence of THC, "cannabis sativa's"--marijuana's-- active ingredient? THC was found in the bones of ancient Nubian mummies, over 2,000 years B.C.. Ancient Nubians descended the Nile River to unify and found Kemet, (Egypt)). In modern days, "the war on drugs" and "mass incarceration" exposed in THE NEW JIM CROW by Michelle Alexander, Esq., of blacks boys and men, is also based culturally, legally, politically and criminally on the alleged "harm" of hemp, that they possess, sell, or distribute. In fact, it is simply undeniable, the true "harm" is that pernicious white" racism as historically expressed in the malevolent rubric of white supremacy. That is the "harm!" Again, I am simply musing on marijuana on this 1st day of black history month! I lack any proof, but my postulate, paradigmatically corroborates.