My Father's Words

KUUMBA

I can feel it in your presence.

Heavy forces are at work.

Extrasensory/Intrasensory

Receptions on a higher plane...mental plane.

Projecting vibrations of blackness.

Receiving vibrations of urgency.

Whispers in the back of my consciousness,

chanting repetitiously/Afrika..afrika..afrika..afrika..

..being sanctuary from a period in the life/history of a people.

Terror and death permeate my vision of Amerikkka.

Freed slaves, groping three hundred years later.

shackled to manifested slave habits.

Tinged with the character of the beast.

When his turn comes to remit, how many of ours will die with/for/because of identification with that beast?

Free your mind at all costs, even at the cost of leaving behind the body in earthly sequence.

Seek to know the spirit, the forces that lend life and living.

Learn that this spirit is undying beause our creator has provided a substance with and without form that can neither be created nor destroyed.

This substance is our blessing and power over our enemies which has enabled us to survive.

Keep on keeping on children, then the time shall come when again Kuumba will prevail and all will recognize the the Original man, the Blackman, shall have been restored to his rightful place as one with the universe.

L. Randall

aka Von Wolfe

1974