In Battle with Apophis

I will not go into how I was awarded the name of All Mi T, but over the last 30 days, I will say I think I have given that label the recognition of its real value via perseverance, fortitude and commitment. I mean from what happened to me and my boy, to the current economic quagmire, the window in my truck being shot out when my son had the truck at a party, to my run in with twelve (believe me) to my shop getting beasted; prior to that my vehicle getting impounded and today finding out my great Aunt Peedy died – I must say I am in great spirits albeit a little bit angry as well as sad. But I have also realized that I am in a battle, and for lack of a cliché like phrase – of good versus evil.

Let me tell you a little bout evil. Its only desire is to distract, distort and throw you off your path. Evil is selfish and will try to bring you to the point of doubt and self pity. In simple terms it breeds fear and inaction. Now I aint no pretty boy, nor am I without sin or iniquity, but I am a good person and the spirit in me dictates a smile feels a lot better and more enjoyable than a frown any day. In concert as I have said before, that I am a blessed mutha fucka and any day is a good day to die, my goodness must show and engage in combat when confro9nted, in particular by evil. A lot of folks see evil and turn the other way as opposed to letting the righteousness of good in their heart lead the way. They can follow a great civil rights leader in an effort of freedom, but when alone, thay cannot nor will not take the same action by their lonesome.

I don’t know how to translate what I feel. Not like I am a mythical figure or something, but it is as if I am Ra, the Kemetic (Egyptian) Sun God in a battle with my arch adversary Apophis - not the asteroid names after this figure expected in 2029, but Apophis, the embodiment of “dissolution, darkness and non-being”. The ancient Egyptians retorted that Apophis needed no nourishment other than to "breathe" his own shouts. They say that Ra even enlisted the services of Seth to deal with Apophis. He was once a sun-god before being replaced by Ra and creeps in the waters of the Celestial Nile.

I feel as if Ra, each day I have to fight with Apophis, as he tries to eat me and prevent sunshine. Kemetic mythologies say that when he succeeds in his daily attempts, there is a solar eclipse. But I feel as on most days when Ra and his companion stabbed him with knives and spears and defeated him, I too will defeat evil.

All I am saying is that times are hard and obstacles will be the equivalent of infinity in math. So no matter what happens to me, I live life with love in my hard and will not have any debts to pity or sorry or self-doubt, and neither should anyone else. Yep, All Mi T is in an incessant battle with Apophis and as Pato Banton said in two of his songs “Life is a Struggle but never give in” and “settle Satan, settle Satan”. Keep your heads up folk and have a blessed 2009 – I know folk here will, as i listen to Gil Scott Heron - Legend in His Own Mind.

Addendum. Thanks to Clumps of Mascera and HBW for stopping by my shop Saturday and happy nappy birthday to my folk Kennie88.

Lone Lakota Heading East

Point of order: 1] If you don't know me by now, you will never never never know me….Harold Melvin & the Blue Notes

2] Good look was blessed when Blogzilla and Str8 from the A stopped by the shop. His daughter played with mine and they are adorable.

Jones, I write from my heart. My heart as it contains the convictions that I vastly and effortlessly release from this brain and ink to paper. You see, I feel that in some past life of mine I was something or someone else. In my latest book, I used a quote from one of my favorite warriors, Genghis Khan: "I am the Flail of God. If you had not committed great sins, God would not have sent a punishment like me upon you."

Sickly thing is I believe that I was he who uttered these words once upon a time in history. But he is but one in man in action and speech that I acknowledge that resides in this restless soul and spirit such to the point that I feel to free to express my every desire, my every pain and my every joy with out fear to share such with the world.

And even in this journey we call a blog, feel it is my duty to define my warrior sprit and my passion for thought. I feel it is my job. That it is the Dogon in me, that it is the Two Moons in me, that it is the Gil Scott Heron in me, that it is the Diop and King and Genghis Khan in me. My words and thoughts are my warning to all that have the patience to accept other and listen and learn. Bear with me for I am trying to explain this in human beings instead of plate lunches.

I included Two Moons (in picture) because I will always recant that he, Crazy Horse, Gall and Sitting Bull put it down at the Battle of the Greasy Grasses. They say that Custer was attempting to surprise the Lakota and Cheyenne but that it did not happen due to one lone Lakota warrior heading east who saw the dust of the Calvary on the charge. He ran back to the lodges to warn his fellow woman and man.

I feel as I and my writing, especially as it pertains to my blog is like that lone Lakota heading east, and boy oh boy, how I wish I had a Gall, a Crazy Horse or a sitting bull to answer and ride without question, to my call.