This tribute is for the God’s/ Goddess’s of My Ancestors… The Ones before Jesus and All the Others Greats who once occupied the Earth… The God’s who were beaten from the memories by torture, by murderous hands and by Trickery… The God’s who gave birth to Great Wonders throughout the planet… The God’s who lived in our ancestor’s spirits and who they called on during those dungeons, and in those Ships, as they were forced away from their homes and kingdoms… I know not all the names that They were called… I know not how to truly worship Them as my Ancestors did… I know not how to call on Them when my heart is heavy and, I am in need of Spiritual Guidance… I know that They were many names, to many Tribes, throughout the Earth… I know that All Existence Came From Them… Bowing or standing I seek to Honor Them…
Sitting or squatting I seek to Honor Them… Forgive the ignorance that was given to My Tribe… Forgive us for calling on fictitious deities, when None is Greater… Forgive us for placing other God’s and Symbols Before You… In My Mind and Soul Teach Me Remembrance of You… Teach me how to summon you in My Heart… Teach me how to keep the thoughts of You rising above Sanction lies, the false deities, and those who seek to continue misleading generations after generation. God’s of My Ancestors the drums in my heart pray to You for forgiveness…. I pray to You for Healing and Spiritual Directions From You, and the Others whose Presence and Names were Removed from the books, Removed from the Caves and Temples… Our Remembrance of You was altered on Purpose so that Truth would not stay surface, and Lies would replace the accomplishments of an Ancient Race, who had Ancient God’s/Goddesses, Before the Whites came… Standing… Kneeling…. Sitting….. God’s of My Ancestors Continue to Guide and Watch Over Me… Continue to Resurrect My Soul to the Knowledge of You… Ase! Hotep! Amun! I know not the Words to Summon You and the Classroom of Mind is still open… God’s/Goddess’s of My Ancestors, Reach Me, Teach Me, Historical Lies Refuse to die… Today My Soul heard the Mountain’s Rumble…Was That You? |
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December 2016
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