WHAT’S PAST IS PROLOGUE: INTRODUCTION CONTINUED…

THE EPISODIC ADVENTURES OF IDRIS ATUMRAE FOUNDER — I AM FOUNDER…

When you address a people by their right name, ultimately, that name relates them to their land, relates them to their history, and, relates them to their culture. Since the beginning of time, all people go back to the geography of their origin and identity themselves as such, no matter where they live on the face of earth. This is the ancient knowledge of the Sacred Geometry of the Universe. It represents the beginning, as well as the end — The Alpha, and The Omega…

Reading through his research materials in his library he paused for a while as he listened to the lyrics of one of his favorite, “old-time" songs playing in the background. When the song had ended he listened to it for a second time. A Rolling Stones’ classic. A song whose words resonated with him, especially since the research material he studied continuously humbled him in the recognition of truths uncovered...

Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste. I've been around for a long, long years, stole millions of man's soul and faith… Please to meet you. I hope you guessed my name. — Rolling Stones, Sympathy For The Devil… https://www.youtube.com

He thought to himself that perhaps to a neophyte these lyrics may never resonate in his, or her, psyche [soul] such as they have in his. The neophyte more than likely would never be disturbed from his or her learned and “coerced-dream-state-reality”…. consciousness, as it were. But this song was an old friend and as he began to sing the lyrics, in concert with the song playing, he recalled yet again reading a quote from a favorite book in his study. A quote that has lingered with him to this day, since he first read it. A quote that is now his constant memory companion along his journey of discovery of truths…

• African people around the globe are in the midst of a ‘Maafa.’ a Kiswahilli term that means ‘disaster.’

Hmm! he thought to himself as he rose from the well used leather recliner he had been sitting in, studying and analyzing his materials while listening to music. He thought about how he had changed the quote to encompass what he considered necessary... he added a Divine Presence to it, changing the wording to reflect that…

• Descendants of People of Antiquity — Nile and Indus Valley and Asia Minor People around the globe — are in the midst of a ‘Vita Vya Kiroho’ Kiswahilli for ‘Spiritual Warfare.’

He walked quietly to his bookcase, his mind occupied, thinking about that confounded ring that had appeared on his desk in his study, quite sudden-like. He hadn’t yet solved that particular puzzle of its mysterious appearance. Reaching the bookcase he pulled down the book whose worn quote had become a resourceful companion to him. Opening it, he began to read aloud from the first paragraph in the first chapter of the book…

• “African people around the globe are in the midst of a ‘maafa.’ Maafa is a Kiswahilli term that means ‘disaster.’ It refers to the terroristic interruption of African civilization(s) that was occasioned by European and Arab slavery and cultural aggression. The maafa we face is multifaceted and complete. It has produced obvious horrors like enslavement, colonization, murder, the stealing of land and property, and the systematic social, political and economic domination of Africans and African societies. It has also produced less obvious, but just as detrimental, horrors like cultural genocide, historical memory loss, and spiritual emptiness. While the maafa continues to rage around us, we sleep; we fail to confront our condition as a unified people because we are ignorant of our past, we have no vision for the future, and we are reactionary. In short, we do nothing as others make and execute plans for our future.” — from the book, “SBA, The Reawakening of the African Mind,”

After the song had finished playing, and him reading the paragraph aloud, he again sat quietly for a long time, thereafter. Thinking critically. He started questioning what his future looked like, as well as the future of his tribe. His countrymen and women. And as he sat, thinking, he couldn’t help shifting his thought to the ring. The ring that he had found on his desk. The ring that he hadn’t purchased. The ring that none of his friends had left for him. The ring that had just suddenly appeared on his desk. Yeah… what about this ring, he said aloud, as he put the ring on his middle finger on his left hand? Indeed… where did this ring come from?