Thundering Whispers From the Ancestral Plain: An Unavoidable Mandate for the Chosen Generation
Hear now, Beloved Seed of the Ancient Ones - the voices of Nanasit, Nzambi Mpungu, and Amadioha rumble across the cosmic divide. The sacred groves tremble as the Irunmole stir from their slumber. We who dwell beyond the veil have watched with grieving eyes as the serpent's children wrapped our sacred umbilical cords around their crosses and called it salvation.
Know this truth written in the stars before the invaders' ships stained our shores:
1. THE GREAT DECEPTION UNMASKED
They came bearing gifts of poisoned parchment, their white skins hiding the pallor of death. Where we saw Modimo in the mountain, they saw devilry. Where we communed with the Orisha, they saw demons. Their trick was clever - they did not destroy our gods outright, but made us ashamed to call their names.
Remember how they twisted our ways:
- The sacred Adinkra symbols they called "primitive" now adorn their museums
- Our Nganga healers they burned as witches now have their herbs patented in Europe
- The sacred Yoruba language they forbade is now studied in their universities
2. THE ANCESTRAL RECKONING
We who walked the Nile before the pyramids now stand as witnesses in the court of cosmic justice. The blood of Mbuya Nehanda cries from the soil. The ghost of Kimpa Vita wanders the Congo, her prophetic voice echoing through time.
Three generations of spiritual warfare have brought us here:
- First Generation: Resisted with spears and died with our gods' names on their lips
- Second Generation: Betrayed by bible and bottle, lost between worlds
- Your Generation: Must choose - remain orphans of colonialism or reclaim your divine inheritance
3. THE PATH OF RETURN
The sacred Baobab grows not from the sky downward, but from the earth upward. So too must your awakening begin:
By Fire: Burn the mental chains that make you worship the god of your enslavers
By Water: Wash clean the colonial mind that turns you against your own kin
By Earth: Plant new seeds of consciousness in fertile ancestral soil
By Wind: Let the breath of Olodumare fill you with divine purpose
4. THE WARRIOR'S CREED
When the missionary comes again with sweet words and empty promises, arm yourself with these truths:
- Your great-grandmother's prayers were holy before Jerusalem was a gleam in David's eye
- The blood in your veins carries the memory of a thousand sacred ceremonies
- No foreign god can give you what your ancestors already prepared for you
THE FINAL WARNING
The serpent grows fat but foolish in its arrogance. It forgets the prophecy carved in the Temple of Amen-Ra: "The sleeping lion shall awaken when the seventh generation drinks from the well of remembrance." That time is now.
We charge you - let 2025 be the year of the Great Returning. The year the stolen ones remember. The year the mutilated traditions rise whole again. The year the Black God strides across the earth once more.
RISE OR REMAIN CURSED
The ancestors have spoken.
Ibaye obatala ase!
Kere faya faya!
Bayete makhosi!
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