Eve: out of Africa

Eve

Out of Africa is our beginning.

Charting the path to first woman first man

In the primordial garden is the Baobab, “Tree of life “.

Those of Judeo-Christian heritage call the first Mother, “Eve”

                           Her sisters in Creation have many other names;

For as each footfall out of our birthplace was placed,

A sacred calling left an imprint,

 Those words haunt us now

 As we search to remember the divine knowledge,

Within our DNA Passed down physically;

 One generation to the next,

Lives within us all.

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The Great American Artform : Spirituals

I got a robe, you got a robe
All o' God's chillun got a robe
When I get to heab'n I'm goin' to put on my robe
I'm goin' to shout all ovah God's Heab'n
Heab'n, Heab'n
Ev'rybody talkin' 'bout heab'n ain't goin' dere
Heab'n, Heab'n
I'm goin' to shout all ovah God's Heab'n.

I got-a wings, you got-a wings
All o' God's chillun got-a wings
When I get to heab'n I'm goin' to put on my wings
I'm goin' to fly all ovah God's Heab'n
Heab'n, Heab'n
Ev'rybody talkin' 'bout heab'n ain't goin' dere
Heab'n, Heab'n
I'm goin' to fly all ovah God's Heab'n.

I got a harp, you got a harp
All o' God's chillun got a harp
When I get to heab'n I'm goin' to take up my harp
I'm goin' to play all ovah God's Heab'n
Heab'n , Heab'n
Ev'rybody talkin' 'bout heab'n ain't goin' dere
Heab'n, Heab'n
I'm goin' to play all ovah God's Heab'n.

I got shoes, you got shoes
All o' God's chillun got shoes
When I get to heab'n I'm goin' to put on my shoes
I'm goin' to walk all ovah God's Heab'n
Heab'n , Heab'n
Ev'rybody talkin' 'bout heab'n ain't goin' dere
Heab'n, Heab'n
I'm goin' to walk all ovah God's Heab'n.

The Black Gospel song, "All God's Chillun Got Wings" is a traditional African-American spiritual song. It's author is unknown. This song is the title of a play by Eugene O'Neill.

American Saint: Harriet Tubman

Chorus:
Follow the drinking gourd
Follow the drinking gourd
For the old man is a waitin'
For to carry you to freedom
Follow the drinking gourd

When the sun comes up
And the first Quail calls
Follow the drinking gourd
For the old man is a waitin'
For to carry you to freedom
Follow the drinking gourd

Chorus

The riverbank will make a mighty good road
The dead trees show you the way
Left foot, peg foot travelin' on
Following the drinking gourd

Chorus

The river ends between two hills
Follow the drinking gourd
There's another river on the other side
Follow the drinking gourd

Chorus

traditional African American spiritual

The voices that pierce through generations of struggle

Bessie Smith

The drum, the beat, the cool, the call back...

Voices that surpass the trauma of oppression, poverty

Reach into the ancestral pulse,

 Establishing the greatest of American Arts;

Stories echo through generations of Blackness;

Withstanding brutality to emerge with vitality,

Victorious in the annuals of world culture, always.

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The talents and intuitive power of women

“Healing Light”

by Toni Truesdale

The archaic texts of the ancients allude to the talents of women

in prophecy and healing. They are direct gifts from the

body of our primordial mother, Earth.

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Fates of the World

The Fates of the World

The fate of the world

Is in the hands holding female energy;

That seek to balance Earth

From the pillage of resources,

Destruction of the environment,

Murder of others…

It is time to come forward,

 Women of all cultures, all ages;

And rejoin all the fibers of the damaged elements;

Reweaving the weft and warp of the world

Connecting all, into the future foretold.

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Dr. King speaks of the man Christ, please listen.

“ I know a man, and I just want to talk about him a minute, and maybe you will discover who I am talking about as I go down the way, because he was a great one. And he went about serving. He was born in an obscure village, the child of a poor peasant. And he grew up in still another obscure village, where he worked as a carpenter until he was 30 years old. The for three years, he just got on his feet, and was an itinerant preacher. And then he went about doing some things. He didn’t have much. He never wrote a book. He never held an office. He never had a family. He never owned a house.; He never went to college. He never visited a big city. He never went two hundred miles from where he was born. He did none of the usual things that the world would associate with greatness. He had no credentials except himself.

He was thirty-three years old when the tide of public opinion turned against him. They called him a rabble-rouser. They called him a troublemaker. They said he was an agitator. He practiced civil disobedience; he broke injunctions. And so he was turned over to his enemies, and went through the mockery of a trial. And the irony of it all is that his friends turned him over to them. One of his closest friends denied him. Another of his friends turned him over to his enemies. And while he was dying, the people who killed him gambled for his clothing, the only possession he had in this world. When he was dead, he was buried in a borrowed tomb, through the pity of a friend…” From: The Drum Major Instinct 1968

Dr. Martin Luther King