SUNDAY
discouraged, av 1 a day, or less, work
clumsy (too much history) but if
i cut out the history and the mythic it
just becomes another self help book
feel like im spinning my wheels, i got
to reach for my faith, accept the grind
pace myself
im impatient, pace myself
accept the grind, pace myself
FRIDAY, 30TH
doing a solid 1 a day, hopefully back in my space
i will knock thaat up to 2 but this 1 a day been a full
day grind, ima still go for 2 but im happy w/1, i take
what i can get
all my love
rdoc
THURSDAY 29TH
been a struggle maintaining, in the delta
beset with family crises back to back
i have been maintaining just not at a pace i like
but i learned a couple of things, instead of doing
redpen as i traditionally do and then have to
incorporate those notes, i have found just as
viable to just do it on the computer, which
Cuts out a major phase
also i have noted that i got to cut the historical
stuff down to the bones, this is not a history text
and i want it more inspirational than informative
so be ruthless about cutting out the pages and pages
of historical stuff i have, that will be an act of will . . .
in part because i invested so much time and effort
into it but thats not significant, its the viability of the
text that counts, not all the work that went into it, all
the dead ends, wrong paths, and useless research
im on #6, conquerors law, thats averaging
like a page a day, which will not suffice
but between doing it all on computer and
being back in cuse my pace will improve
my other problem is that it looks weak
but ima have to just ignore that, the only
option to ignoring it is giving up on it
thats not going to happen
ima have to go on faith
all my love
rdoc
XMAS DAY 2016
sitting here working and my initial velocity has dissipated
basically doing redpen, the initial notes come easy but
then incorporating them into the text does not because
the revision process continues, i have spent the whole
morning fiddling with the 1st segment, its gon be a grind
damn thing is 800+ pages of text, and my stamina is bad
ive only worked a couple of hours and im wore out, ima
have to seriously throw down, this will be a marathon
im so tired, im weary in my bones, this what i got
out of this mornings work, my 1st movement, i think
maybe im back to 1 a day
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01:01: DE CALL OF DE CONQUEROO
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lord legba |
welcome o traveler, let us begin . . .
with I am –consciousness:
a seeker once come upon the babajohn and said
I seek the babajohn and the babajohn say, so do i
what is consciousness, & who knows - when the only
thing certain is that we are surely blind & wisdom must be
won again and again and again
knowledge of self is the greatest struggle, the greatest
power: who am i? why am I here? what is the point?
the spiritual life doesn't just happen, it is an active
choice, nurturance of the soul is the goal of this work
open your eyes, young conjure, a step every soul must take
look around, young conjure, and tell me, what do you see
it is consciousness allows you to shape your life
only then can you master your own destiny
in the beginning was the mojo, then bang there was
the great mojo and all that is begin to be and the cosmos
begin to manifest entity/eternity, desperately seeking Fa
spewing seeds of stellar dust that become planets and
galaxies, suns and people, we are all one thing, just a bunch
of stardust, we is the universe and the universe is us
and the great mojo called it good
and then in the fullness of time here come humanity,
leapfrogging from the muck to stand upright, tools in
hand, eyes fixed upon stars, in our ongoing quest to be
greater than we are, or should we assume that evolution is
done or should we assume there are greater selves to come
so one day I man pondering the condition of the black people,
wherever in the world you got black people they are on the bottom
of their respective society, o no no no, say rickydoc, this will not do,
this I will not abide, somehow someway we must transform into
strength de weaknesses that have crippled us in global competition
I decide to work the souls of blackfolk, shape my generations
into the people of the vision I see, the people I would them be
a culture respected thru out the galaxy, healthy
wealthy and wise, custodians of humanity's
eternal quest to be greater than we are
first let me see what I got to work with, just what is the condition of
the black people, just how do I get my folk out of this historical trick bag
it is in the beginning of things that the paths are laid, best we start there
first thing I ask the monkey people to stand on two feet, they defy
me, listen, I tell them, to de geas of rickydoc, 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, like this, I say,
and then I stand, and o my god I say, if only you could see what I see,
from here I can see forever, from here I can see the stars - at which point the
monkeyfolk scoff, why on earth, they say, would we want to do that, what
can we possibly do on 2 feet that we cannot do better on 4, why, o fool of
a dreamer, would the great monkey god give us 4 feet if not to use them
but the monkey doctor persist, listen closely my people, to de geas
of rickydoc, she say, let us begin the great journey, and so they do . . .
it was in the dawn of the world, before gondwaland divided itself
and de 1st people sprung from mother africa, the little dark ones,
the kung, the wa, the tcheu-li, the semang, the malay, the sakais,
the dravidians, the liu-kiu, the melanesians & the khymer, building
civilizations along the great rivers of antiquity, the ganges, the
euphrates, the nile, the first long march, the people of the bow
come lord legba, lord of the crossroads & keeper of the gates,
opener of doors between this world and the spirit world,
messenger of the gods and the random factor, he who
must be petitioned at the beginning of any spiritwork,
legba evolved in the americas, the only loa to survive the
middle passage he found himself w/new responsibilities
it was in the americas he met up with the conqueroo
in dahomey he an outlaw, a trickster, a profane flouter of tradition
in dahomey he lacks moral fiber, makes his own rules
in dahomey he is mawu-lisas linguist, master of fa and divine writ
in dahomey when the realms of human custodianship were divided
amongst the loa, the youngest loa, legba, found himself with nothing to
do, and so he was given the space between realms, keeper of the gates
it is legba, in his incessant quest for knowledge, decided to measure the
length of night and day and found them equal - not satisfied he then attempts
to calibrate the universe - but god denies this 1st attempt at godhead
your knowledge, said mawu lisa, is not sufficient, this when legba
invent magic, what is this new thing, the people ask, this is
magic, he reply, making real into the world that which was not
this when mawu lisa, amused by this ongoing attempt at godhead, makes
legba invisible so he can no longer be human but must always be vodoun
lord of the crossroads
now whenever harm comes to humanity god blames legba and
i have put their well being in your care, you must do better
and whenever you attempt spiritwork you ask legba to open the gate
for it is in the beginning of things that paths are laid, destinies shaped,
most folk go thru life asleep, half aware, nothing but
zombies walking - but this moment is a conscious one -
the 1st of many - henceforth your soul is in my care
another sleeper has awakened
a better you been born
fa is upon you, o traveler
embrace it
w/a passion for life
demoja demoja demoja
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