WEDNESDAY
so, dear regulators, this is basically what im trying to do, i have 81 of these movement, 9 times 9
9 cowrie shells thrown twice, but im not really into divination, im more into the spiritual/philosophical
structures various schools of divination represent, im not sure this divination structure is working for me
but ive invested so much time into it that i feel like i got to finish it, and if i do that novel structure using
the pilgrim i think it will beneift me to organize all those historical notes ive collected over last 20 years
i got like 800 pages of raw manuscript, it would be good to put it in some kind of order and work these
traveler narrative licks so that by time i try to use them in this novel they are less tentative, another
big issue is will i be able to sustain this lick over 91 movements representing the span of life
having such trouble selling my novel making me question my lick on a very fundamental level,
also im wondering if im wasting time still fucking w/this divination draft and should just abandon it
and work on that novel concept, but the little narrative pieces im doing here will be used there, so these
are like 1st drafts to see if i can make it work, i mean really really raw first draft that just yesterday was
a bunch of notes, so please be kind, im just showing you, dear regulators, what im trying to do w/it
each movement has 9 submovements: invocation, consultation, mythwork, historical, hoodoo, longgame, illumination, geas, fa - i got to go, i cant spend a lot of time online when i got so much work to do,
im on #3 now, tribulation, the storylines i already have fror many of the movements, just trying to context them all in this traveler trope, him searching for his Fa, and an african american way, i want him to be a shapeshifter, dont know how thats going to work just yet, how overt that will be, maybe be able to become other spirit/folkloric/divinic forces of the afrospiritual world
at this point its just a blank slate, i have no idea where its going except that i sense power
part of the reason i came back to HBOF is when i sat down to outline the new novel i kept
falling back on my divination structure, 9 times 9, to do that one right i got to get this one done
man im getting a lot of ideas for that novel from the journey to the west, its got me percolating,
i considered going back thru last weeks messy post and cleaning it up, but this was
a crossroads week for me, i think ima leave the twisty record of it up - all my love
rdoc
-------------------------------------
7:1: DE CONDITION:
condition: the state before
consciousness
fitfully stirring in a world of sleep
7:1:1: de invocation
attend me lord legba, it is i, asking once again
that this door be opened, in the name of the
conqueror let this work be done
7:1:2: de consultations:
i am
by god and all
thats holy I am
know this in your heart - i am
7:1:3: de mythwork:
back in the day all the
monkeyfolk walked on 4 feet when one day the monkey doctor say i have been
thinking & i believe if we stand on
our hind legs that our tribe and all our
generations will flourish,
i believe we can be more than
we are, he say, if only we try to stand, like this he say and he stand
and he look around and he say o wow, if only you could see what i see, from here i
can see forever
why on earth, scoff the
monkeyfolk, would we want to do that - why, pray tell, would
the great monkey god give us 4 feet if not to use them, you are a fool, they
say
to stand so tall - what happens if you fall
7:1:4 de travelings
listen o ye generations, to the griotic tales,
whatever challenges we face we have faced before
in the griotic tales there is always a way
it is this certaintly that has drawn the traveler deep
into the dawn of the world, before gondwaland divided itself. he is caught up on a march of the 1st
people, the little dark ones, negritos all - de kung, de wa, de tcheu-li, de
semang, de malay, de sakais, de dravidians, de liu-kiu, de melanesians & de khymer,
hunting and gathering and wondering as they spread out of mother Africa to build the first civilizations along the banks of the great rivers of antiquity, de ganges, de euphrates, de nile, those who called themselves the people of the bow
born in the shadows of jebal barkal, sacred mountain of kush de mother africa, cradle of humanity & bilal al sudan, land of the blacks, the traveler follows faint dusty paths leading to the black holygrounds of wo'se, nowe, khartoum, asselar, thebes, meroe, punt and rozvi. of zimbabwe, khol, san, nubia, nok, darfur, and the tassili mountains
the land the traveler moves through with such reverence is lush, rich and fertile, the sahara of 6000bc was bountiful, the people, the proud fisherfolk of the sudan, plentiful - then came the generations that took the hammer when the sahara turned on them, no food no water, no science.
de elders of kush gather in the shadow of jebal barkal - the divinations consulted, the story told - de children of de sun must be scattered to de 4 corners of the earth - so proclaim the elders of kush –
they saw it, the lean hungry days of slavery, this harsh forging of gods instrument, the days of positioning, and they proclaim to all in hearing that as long as jebal barkal stands the blacks will not be defeated - cannot be defeated.
jebal barkal, de sacred mountain of kush, the jutting promise of redemption, once again in play - nature has always been hard on africa, easy access coastlines that bred invasions, tropical disease-breeding conditions, tse flys that killed beasts of burden and made development dependent solely on manpower, and so on such, africa has always been a demanding parent.
when the desert began stealing farms and cattle the blacks moved south before it, ceding the coast to invaders drawn wave after wave by its rich coastland as tribe by tribe the blacks were pushed into marginal lands that could not sustain life, cutting themselves off from the rest of the world, hemmed in by their sworn enemies.
as the traveler hoist his pack and and prepare to take his place on the trek line he look once more upon the majesty of jebal barkal jutting against the evening sky of Africa, and as he watch, a flood of water cover the top of the mountain and submerge it from sight. cries of dismay mean others have seen it too, this vision of the black holyland no more.
i remind him that further east the sun still rise on the peaks of kllimanjaro
he sigh and he settle, joining dismayed but determined villagers, long marching unto the horizon.
destiny
lies in choice, fa standing at the crossroads,
the leanyears sting but here jebal barkal stands
position yourself
7:1:5
in de tradition:
the pilgrim steps off the reeking slaveship with nothing but the rags on his loins and the chains on his wrists and legs, yet he give thanks for the warm sun of the americas after the putrid darkness below decks, and he give thanks for solid land under his feet. he washed, conditioned, stored and sold and before long find himself shackled onto a coffe like the one that had taken him to the coast back home, following orders barked in a language he didnt know but understood, go there, stop here, and on one of those stops, a glade off the path, he dropped the handful of land he had kept with him during his capture, during his stay in the barracoons and the bowels of the slave ship, the auction house and the auction itself, bid em in bid em in, almost there he had been told by a driver who spoke his language, your new home, boy, a plantation and the life of a subhuman slave, it was then, in that glade, that holyground glade, that he dropped his precious clod of dirt and the hoodoo way took root in the rocky ground of the americas.
heed the call
7:1:6: de longgame:
listen o ye
firstborn to de geas of rickydoc and i will
give
you a mission greater than your adversity
i will give you a destiny
7:1;7: de illuminations:
awaken de sleeper, protect de weak, guide de strong
7:1:8: de geas of rickydoc:
i ask only that you be the great and
glorious people you
were meant to be, the illuminated children of the sun
humanitys living ancestors, gods true chosen
when you come to the crossroads always take
the highground
always strive to be greater than you are
7:1:9: de fa:
FA – fate, destiny
- the lifelong quest to
understand and manifest your destiny
the greater you - your FA
always the
question, is this what god
intends for me or have I gone astray
focus
Comments