Posted on September 9, 2009 - by Rasham
Here We Go; Into AfRAkan SciANKHce
As I question the authenticity of this (Dohgon) science I allow myself to remain uncertain as to whether I should begin studies in the broad field of ‘thought’. And on this day when it seems I have reached the most vital point in the intricacies of mental quarreling, I am suddenly introduced to an Afrakan male while hosing dog feces from a cement kennel during volunteer hours at the local animal shelter. He is bright, energetic, fun, comical, warm, and very welcoming. I tell him of my interest in Afrakan science and he cannot believe even that I know about Afrakan science. But the sound of his accent and the fervor in his voice is so alluring, and slowly my shallow hesitations regarding Afrakan science are swept away by the mysterious occurrence of our modern interaction: a few weeks ago marked my induction into a spirituality not even the most divine of all prophesies could dictate, a spirituality which for certain does not dwell even in the imagination of the most fantastical artist. Naturally, skepticism became me; I retaliated with offensive words and near slander at the expense of the sympathizing, offering, selfless bearer of truth. I found a safe place in the arms of self-pity, refusing to ‘pay’ for lessons in truth, as if I deserved this invaluable knowledge at no cost, no effort, no commitment, and no retribution. I thought that learning something outside the walls of a sanctioned institution was ludicrous, that attending a ‘university’ and accepting an education that could not be represented by some title of ‘master of such and such’, or ‘doctor of whatever and not’ was useless, pointless; a huge detriment to the future of the student, and an even bigger shame to the graduate.
Lessons in ‘thought’ or spirituality or cosmogony generally do not imply a financial return: it will not help me get a raise, nor a job for that matter, nor can I translate such studies into ‘class credits’. And on the other hand (when you think as the Dohgon would have you think), it absolutely will.
A lesson in spirituality is never a waste, a lesson in unlearning the lessons which have made me so cynical and self-seeking is more important than the beating of my own heart. This is what it has come to: unlearning, deconstructing, demolishing so that we may re-learn, reconstruct, and reinforce new methods of thought; new ways of thinking which don’t produce such heinous individuals in a society full of poison and torture, of grief and hopelessness, of hurt and pain, of poverty and greed and degradation and ignorance.
We must return, retrace the light so we may find the darkness, as the Dohgon says. Though it is still unclear as to how this is meant to happen, believe me, it will be worth the effort, as the world around us continues to die and the demand for change is no longer an afterthought. As I sit here with a red, yellow and green band wrapped around my ankle and engaged in conversation with an African refugee, my spirits are assured, my mission is clear: fall into the arms of the universal science, and leave your western ways to rot.