Welcome to Les’t We Forget! The Anthropomorphic Musical Storybook Journal of Idris Atumre Founder — as told by the Lord-God “Djhuty” (“Tehuti” / “Thoth” (“Thought”)), and the Lord-God Heru / Horus…

• Finally, my beloved, whatsoever things are true; whatsoever things are honest, and are just; whatsoever things are pure, and are lovely; and, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things… — Philippians 4:8 KJV Bible (Paraphrase)

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw it, a very old and imposing antique mirror that was drawing him to it as if it had grabbed him? As the mirror pulled him towards it, he felt like he had been drawn in front of it with a sudden jolt, like he had stepped awkwardly down, a step or two, to a lowered floor of the antique shop. In front of the mirror, Amun felt that the atmosphere had perceptively, and suddenly changed. The air was ominously thick and as he looked into the mirror he became vitally aware that the intrigue and mystery he had originally felt entering the store had vanished and a non-benevolent sense of urgency came over him.and Amun knew that he had entered into a strange and different dimension — a dark dimension. A dimension he would later experience many more times. Attentively, Amun knew he had to distance himself from the mirror’s presence or be drawn into that darkness, into a foreboding wickedness that, did not occur by happenstance. So he did what he had learned to do over the years, still and prepare himself so he could deal more confidently, for the next dimensional-shift to occur.

Amun was not unfamiliar with these types of experiences, especially while shopping in antique stores before, on his own and with his grandparents when he was young boy in the South. But, this antique store in particular, one he had visited as and adult in Costa Mesa, California, coincidentally had the two dark mahogany wood and velvet-covered-chairs he was looking for a long time. As he walked into the store Amun became mesmerized by a sudden mystique that drew him further into the store as if he had no control of his own. It was like he instinctively knew that he had been there before, but had no memory of it.

Conversely, Amun had experienced different and a remarkably unique experiences purchasing antique jewelry — rings, bracelets, necklaces, glassware, furniture, et al — and, on one particular occasion he happened upon a collector’s spacious antique store in the French Quarter of New Orleans, where he purchased a man’s antique ring and a dark-brown leather talisman — a necklace attached to a gradient dark-to-medium-green colored stone with reddish-brown and caramel-colored lines running through it, like rivers. As he slipped the talisman over his head and put the ring made from silver and alloy onto his middle finger on his left hand, he felt a familiarity and he more thoroughly scrutinized the ring’s markings, Egyptian carvings of various, iconic images and hieroglyphs. Walking around the interior of the store for a while, as he had customarily done, wearing antique artifacts he was going to purchase, the familiarity of these artifacts grew stronger, and he noticed that he had not been approached by anyone, salesperson, or owner. No one. As a matter of fact, he looked around the interior of the store and saw not one single person, customer of employee. Strange he thought to himself, taking a deep breadth. The next moment his whole countenance and mental perspective — his mental energy — changed, and, he became highly cognizant, a witness in fact, to some past events in antiquity, playing out in front of him, in holographic form. He began to experience visions of that antiquity, like he was actually there in the Egyptian desert, and ancient cities. The energy from these artifacts gave him pause and his heightened awareness to whatever source of energy these artifacts held, it was good energy that gave him a feeling of warmth, a feeling that he was protected and secure, and, I might add, necessary; the converse opposite of the negative energy he felt that was like an evil omen of sorts that he had experienced in Southern California, on the outskirts of Costa Mesa.

It was these types of experiences that were an integral part of Idris Amunre Founder’s life that caused him to critically think about his past, think about his lineage and his ancestry, as both his grandmothers — maternal and paternal — had encourage him to do. And so, Amun began to consider that what he thought he knew about life, he really didn't. And, that what he thought he believed to know, with uncertainty, in actuality, would indeed change, over time. This led Amun to another mind altering consideration, he began to question whether what he thought he knew, and didn't know, were in fact, one and the same. Because, as it turned out, Amun never believed that what had been taught to him, taking up space in brain, in his memories, was actually true in the first place.

‘The unity of mind, body, spirit and soul’ was the greatest enlightenment one could ever hope to achieve in life in ancient Egypt…

These divergent thoughts Idris Atumrae Founder confronted intellectually, daily, until, one day he didn’t. Why? Because, Idris finally embraced his divergent thoughts. He had learned to center and still himself through meditation, finding purpose and comfort in his struggle for answers. He had learned to put his mind at ease, and, it was through his spirit of calmness, his meditative state of mind, that he fundamentally discovered that which his soul — his spirit, his psyche — had been challenging him to find throughout his entire life… answers that would provide him with the Spiritual tools necessary to adequately deal with these uniquely different experiences, as opposed to fleeing from them; and, he rediscovered that which his soul had challenged him to presciently remember sprang forth from the recesses of his universal, cosmic memories, while in his mother’s nurturing womb, into his newly acquired state of consciousness, like a volcano eruption. And, from that time onward, all chaos and darkness ceased to exist for Idris. His soul was at peace. Where there had been darkness, now, was only light, and once again Idris was able to reflect on what his ancestors — “Burnt People” / “The Originals” — considered the essential lesson of life… that all life is cyclical, everlasting; and, to be born again, twice, forever evolving in Consciousness and Spirit, was life’s path; and, what truths that have been hidden in darkness, the light of these truths would eventually find their way to “will out” — and, especially for Idris, the truths about the world’s first civilizations, his lineage, his ancestry, The Originals, and their evolution and contributions to humanity — that which had been stolen, and posited throughout history by would-be-pretenders, followers of the Lord-God “Set” (“Seti” / “Seth”), who, by trickery, lies and deceit, had established themselves to be the original purveyors of civilizations in antiquity, and throughout all of the world’s history… “Truth will out — the devil is a lie!”