Sunday, July 24, 2011

7th Dimension Initiation

♥Wisdom From Within♥: MASTER KUTHUMI: 7th Dimension Initiation: "7D Initiations into the Quantum World of Magic, Miracles and Manifestation - part 2"

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Speak For The Greatest Good

We need to consider the impact to the collective when we make decisions. The greatest good comes when we do this. The greatest good will not always maximize the benefit to us personally. But, we need to learn what is enough for us, and how to balance this against the needs of others.
Wayne Hartman, Beyond Imagination.

It takes conscious effort to build a healthy community. It is through community that we accomplish things far greater than we can with the sum of our individual efforts. Here is where the power of synergy gets applied, allowing spirit additional avenues for the expression not only through us as individuals, but through us as a collective. This is as the difference between the individual brain cells and the mind that occupies the brain.

In society, it seems we suffer by trying too hard to put round pegs in square holes. It would be far better to assess the shape of each person and then try to put them in the right place in society. That place would be where their unique gifts and skills are of most benefit to society or, at  least, are of value to society.

We know what is lacking. We know what is not working. We may not want to admit it. We may fear what some of the alternatives might be. The bottom line is that some of the fundamental foundations of society are cracked badly and may be ready to topple shortly. Recognizing this, we have an obligation to use our power of free will to do something about it or to do nothing and allow the foundations to come crashing down - before our very eyes!

The people of Jacobu have the onus, as the district capital, to lead the charge and take Amansie Central as well as the Odotobri Constituency to the hilltop. Everyone is called. The calling is: We are here to make a difference, each and everyone of us. Changing the world is everyone's business, it is everyone's job.

When you have the time to speak to the people, speak for the greatest good.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Conscious Community Development

"It's kind of fun to do the impossible." Walt Disney          "Light tomorrow with today."   Elizabeth Barrett Browning
"A year from now you may wish you had started today." Karen Lamb

I have a dream, that a time cometh when I shall stand in the midst of my people to behold the new community when all things shall have been made better. I caught this dream in the times when my life has been fed up with the life I came to meet, and continually witness.

I was just walking about like any other youngster, in Ghana, who has had some elevation by way of having gone through teacher training. Aghast, dwindling hopes, rising debt, bleak future and the incumbent educational ladder to climb. Nothing else was on my mind. I had even lost the love of my life (then). And nothing else seemed to be working right. But I had my loyal friends!

Yet I had kept one dream all along, to date: That I have a contribution to make should I ever live to see the new Jacobu which is to arise in the heart of the Amansie Central District. By then the district had not yet come but it was eminent. And soon it came!

But I had a whole lot of questions asked of the Father. Our people are, even as I write, still discordant! Our neighbouring villages still do not have a king unto whom they should pledge their allegiance. Darkness still rule a large majority of our landmass. The only higher educational institution is one underdeveloped senior high school. The hospital continues to receive cases of petty illnesses such as cholera, malaria and typhoid which are easily preventable! And on our market day, what we sell under those tents, are the old petty raw materials called food stuffs our mothers bring from the substitence farms. Domestic livestock and poultry still wander on the streets anytime even in the central business district, unattended to! Hence the streets are full of stench, filth and squalor.

Socially we have quite a divided religious front in that, seldom do they act in unity as expected of God's people (I'm yet to see them fighting a social cause). Our school children are left untutored once they close from school, and at the mercy of needless vigils, wake-keepings and what have you. Marriage and parenting are rapidly becoming dysfunctional, weak and daunting. The youth are almost voiceless despite many years of seeking attention. And sadly, the merchants are yet to be properly housed. Tradesmen and apprenticed women do so in the same old fashioned poverty-stricken sole-proprietorship.

And the district came! To some, it was God's answer to our numerous plight. To me it was the beginning of another set of questions. As a local government capital, where is the social contract document written to guide generations yet unborn? The town still has no development plan, no document whatsoever showing the way to these unscrupulous politicians and civil servants who come in to help build our district. The institutions are still weak as there is no capacity-building outlet to tap and harness our vast human resource base.

Thank God the waters are running in the pipes, the electric wires are also still overhead, and the future still holds some hope, at least, for some of us.

Untill we answer the question of who shall unite the discordant energies abundant in our fragmented social bond, we still have not begun conscious dvelopment of our community, Jacobu is still yet to climb and abide on the hilltop that the Odomankoma placed us. Our light is blazing, we are now more visible on the map, and our fragrance can be smelled thousands of miles away. We need not fail. We just can't fail!

But who builds a house without first sitting down to ascertain if he has enough to complete that which he wishes to start? When Jesus asked this question, he knew the answer and the answer is: No one succeeds this way!

Developed nations come at a price; conscious plans must be executed and followed through. And Jacobu is not left out of this natural law.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Free And Independent

The price you pay for what you want is the unpleasant thing you need to do or suffer in order to get it. Becoming a positive yardstick has a price; dare to be excellent.
"No easy walk to freedom."  - Nelson Mandela

Ghana has attained 54 years after independence. The question is, how many of us are indeed free and independent? The price for freedom has never been cheap and that goes for every human endeavour be it personal or collective. I am thankful I have lived to see this day.

For many Ghanaians, Independence celebration is a school affair. Teachers and school children bear the brunt of the usually hot afternoons amid rising dusts and profuse sweats to commemorate this great day on our national calender. The rest choose to come around to observe, and probably give some cheers to deserving schools whose 'eyes right' is scintillating enough. Nothing else is so memorable to them again.

I describe this as unfortunate and a sad reality for a 54-year old independent state. Why this sheer apathy for that which is important? Why reduce this great day to childish politics and partisan strife? How do we as adults regard the young to learn from us? Which values and importance have we accorded matters that are of national interest vis-a-viz that which are trifle?

For those of us proclaiming freedom and independence, time is up that we sat down to think for ourselves how distinctly free and independent we have become even in the face of our party's stance and so-called ideology. If as a free nation such pettiness is not walked over by our maturity, we should all ask for forgiveness from the freedom fighters who put their lives on the frontline to secure our self-rule.

Up here on the hill, Jacobu, the capital for the Amansie Central District, combined forces to involve the participation of some schools within the district for the first time. I was particularly impressed to see towns like Fiankomah, Tweapease, Patasi and Aboabo who have never had opportunity to partake this event since the inception of the district some seven years ago.

I was happy to see the presence of the MP, the Nananom and most of the officials who have seat in the District Assembly Executive Committee (DISEC) at the parade. Also worthy of note are the constituency party chairmen for the NPP and the NDC respectively in attendance , and on the dais!

Even though somewhere across the country, some aggrieved teachers chose to stay off the celebrations, ours saw a very encouraging attendance of teachers ably side by side with their students saluting the national flag.

I am a very free and independent ordinary individual. My hope is to be in a team with like-minded personalities such as myself. This way, we can have a lot of positive things done and we shall chalk a lot of successes.

Let this be in you, fellow kinsman, that no matter what, you are the most important person to our district and as such, your personal opinion counts very much. Do not follow blindly else you become only a crowd. Choose to be yourself and see a great man/woman arise in you. Your name shall climb over the city walls and every household shall have it written at their gates.

Decide today what the Amansie Central District shall remember you of, and begin to act on it now. Call me if you need my help. I am a man of many talents.

Happy Independence Day!!

Friday, February 25, 2011

Where I Belong

"A danger foreseen is half avoided." 
Thomas Fuller

Sooner or later we are going to be called on to declare where we belong or forever stay away when the sharing of the cake comes. I've been told all who want a better life must belong to one party or the other so should their candidate wins, the grass-root folks shall be attended to. Nothing is more shameful than this fact in Ghana politics.  Why at all must my community be neglected by government simply because it did not get enough votes from the electorate? 

I for one am into politics more than most of folks think of me. I love politics the same way I love philosophy, religion and history. If any one desires wisdom, these study disciplines must be on his/her finger tips. I don't just follow politics, I chase after its history, status quo and future prospects. It's almost a hobby.

I however refuse to be tied down by ordinary 'follow me' dogma where my conscience is suspended in exchange for party slogans, manifesto and their so-called ideology. To me what matters most is the development of my people vis-a-viz my community. I don't believe the destiny of Jacobu and the Amansie Central District lies in the hands of  some one political party.  I tell you not even Nkrumah could convince me to believe otherwise. Ghana shall surely move forward regardless of which party is in power. And so shall the lands of my fathers.

As a growing young man whose life is molded by years of poverty, lack and more lack, I am most  previewed to grass-roots life. The harshness, the filth, the squalor and the stench of neglect. I schooled under trees, mud houses, thatch roofs and clustered dusty classrooms. I lived in darkness all school life till some when in college. The last time time I travelled on a tarred raod into my beloved hometown was just about three years ago. And the list goes on.

I certainly need be told how deprived we are. We need not wait till a year before elections for some talk-free political superstars to come all the way from Accra to 'promise' us the good life or a better Jacobu. If as a people we fail to sit down and identify our weakness so to measure our strength, we shall forever be held in derision by these agents of polytricks. 

I always say we live in exciting times. Many fail to read the signs of the times. Some eleven years into the twenty-first century, who waits for some go-gay, universal get-developed-quick-manifesto from a bunch of disconcerted team whose main career is in propagating near-truths, untruths, and mischievous fallacies? People who wait four years for such shall always be disappointed. No wonder we are cut from what goes on on our behalf! How can any meaningful measure be put in place in my interest without my consent and involvement? Believe it or not, partisan politics is the common enemy just as colonialism was the common enemy during the independence struggle. Wake up people!

Imagine a summit of the Odoto clan, where kinsmen meet to decide their destiny. Imagine living in the community where our common bond is our common heritage as one people - Jacobites. Imagine my children and your children playing the songs we used to play and dance around with before the evil days of multi-party confusion. And come to the hilltop and see for yourself how pleasant it is to behold our new undivided rising. This is where I belong.

You are the right person to make that change. Be the change. Call me I will help.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Walking To The Hilltop

"A man is a method, a progressive arrangement; a selecting principle, gathering his like to him; wherever he goes."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

A lifetime of following philosophy and religion, history has taught me one meditating principle; anytime I bow down my head in prayers, I see how my past developed into my present. I believe we all are Gods in the making just as Jesus taught us to believe. Beholding the lives of Moses, Abraham, Jacob, David and Jesus, religion teaches me how God used man to glorify his name in their exploits. How he blesses them with many ordinary talents and how they blessed mankind with their extraordinary gifts.

In philosophy, I am blessed to sit in the council of great minds, the province of which wisdom takes preeminence, and dialogue with the simplest of men that ever walked our planet. I hear them speak, I listen to them talk, and I dare them to grant me a hearing too.

So when I sit down to think, I close my eyes to see where my story begins and ends to begin - Jacobu, the land of my fathers.

I remember the first time I saw this land from a distance on the main highway. It was the biggest city I'd seen so far! And it was on the hill! There were so many people on that market-day. I was but a child. I was young but I could see.  Hence I remember. I remember saying to myself: I shall live here one day.

It wasn't long afterwards that I came in town to attend junior secondary school. I walked six kilometres a day, to and fro, for three years so I could obtain my first certificate. I loved the school for it was the biggest I'd seen. I had many mates but few friends. In here, the town begun sensing my presence.

A year after my BECE, my family moved into town to settle where my father's fathers once stayed. I was the only one at the back of the vehicle that came for our bags and baggages. I had just lost some friends and I had no idea who my next new friends were going to be in this big town. On that dusty road I felt alone because I have no brothers or sisters of my own. But it was because of me that my family had to move from that village so I could have secondary education in this new town.

Catching a vision at a my secondary school was a wishful thinking for few of us really knew where our tuition could take us. The school was so less endowed. Students were few and teachers were fewer. But for me, I was thankful we had abundance of books. My favourite spot was the library. My worst memory is my school's failure to see individual students as they are. I was misconstrued several times and was generally assumed to be a misfit. But I had friends. Real but few friends. And I am grateful they are my friends even to date!

After secondary school, climbing to the hilltop and be heard was getting in sight. Any little further education and we shall be able to come back one day and effect positive changes in our community. This dream, however, nearly turned into a nightmare. My results were nowhere to be found! It was during those uncertain times that God told me: "Son, from this time forth, learn to trust me."  When at last my results came, a narrow path had been created for me to go to college.

Those three years in the teachers' institution were the times when my manly spirit was invoked. In men-only institutions, your place as a man is always dared, and one must learn to take a stance and defend it with his life. Either by word or by action. And a teacher shall never lack in words!

Also in college days, many in town had got on board the education bus. My choice of friends thwarted to this side. Like minds attract. A whole new bond of friendship had been born among my circle of friends. A bond that was sealed with many years of knowing ourselves, many books we have read together, many perspectives we share and the fact that we share the same land.

Soon after college, many other youngsters had awaken to the reality for a wider bond. It begun with old students' association for our secondary school, to students' union for our constituency and finally to  Jacobu Youth Association. The latter stayed, and to date.

As my prayer begins to end, I spend the last moments in the present time thanking God for how far he has brought us. Today, doors open upon our approaching, the town heeds when we call, the leaders invite us to sit and talk as men, the palace welcomes our view, the church grants us a hearing,the child looks up to us, the youth dances to our music and eat from the table we set before them, and the elderly believes we hold the potential to undo the past in the present.

As we near the hilltop, many are roaring to command the comrades. Men steeped in conceit and vain-glory who have little respect for themselves and for fellow man. Flying from faraway places to perch on the giant tree so they can peck the few fruits we've gathered with our labour. Greed incites them to make false promises; they enjoy to see the strife continue so our people shall have need of them all the time. How wrong they are!

Come let's join hands whoever have walked this hilly path. Just stretch to take the hand of the kinsman next to you, be it behind or ahead, rich or poor, young or old, man or woman. We are so close to the top of the hill. I know we shall get there. In fact I know the way; I was here from the beginning!

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Dreaming In The Dust

We grow by dreams. All big individuals are dreamers. They see things in the soft haze of a spring day, or in the red fire on a long winter's evening. Some of us let those great dreams die, but others nourish and protect them; nourish them through bad days until they bring them into the sunshine and light which comes always to those who sincerely hope that their dream will come true.
Woodrow Wilson.

Ask any kindred who has been in Jacobu for almost the entire life and I am sure s/he will not hesitate to tell you the story you need to hear, especially if you've stayed out of town for a long time.
One thing is for sure: it's not pretty inhaling this dust and hoping the crystal dream shall one day come true.

I am a dreamer. There are certain things I'm enjoying now which remained only a dream some years back. I remember telling my father some things I saw when, according to him, I was barely three years old the time it happened. But I do remember. To his surprise!

My friends, my schooling, my relationships and many other privileges that come my way nowadays are only dreams becoming realities. I am the only child of my mother but I've always dreamt of having friends who stick closer than brothers, and thank God!, I have a very good network of friends whose heartbeat I hear even as I am in the crowd. I have the shared the same bed with some for over a decade; I have been helped by them many times than I give in return; and we virtually live on the same wavelength when it comes to values, perspectives and visions.

I told myself in high school that I'd come out of the university by the age of thirty. In a few months from now, I shall walk humbly in front of the crowd to receive my scroll. I know some friends will miss that day for nothing!

Right from infancy reading is been my most cherish pastime activity. I've read more history and philosophy than that for science and mathematics. For as I look back, I see how big individuals as ordinary as kings and queens, prophets and priests, sorcerers and witches, judges and warriors, lawyers and statesmen, artisans and servers, as well as sages and philosophers have lived their lives and impacted society and the world with their simplicity. So everyday I dream of  how best I can be to the society I am born in and the state where I am from. This childlike dream has effected positive results in my relationships and my contract with society as a whole. I think I have become more useful than I dreamt I will. And I have the potential to be better than what I am now!

I also dreamt I will have a sophisticated young woman as couple with the blood of our fathers running through her veins, too. Believe me, this is not far fetched as some assume.

As I write, many are the dreams surfing through my crazy mind. I see the day coming, very soon, when the dust shall be a thing of the past. I see our roads tarred black instead of red. I see our people wanting to unite and be one. I see the rise of a new breed of youngsters whose ambition is simply to be all that God created them to be. In this new breed, Jacobu shall see her sons and daughters all over the nation making headline contributions to the state and society. I see marriages becoming sweeter than they are today. I see children emancipated and parents freed from fear knowing all shall be well in the end. I see churches preaching unison and oneness. I see politicians desiring to tell the truth, first to themselves and to the people who accorded them that honourable status. I see empty hospital beds for the health practitioners shall turn to help us uproot the causes of diseases rather than spending quantum treating the symptoms/effects.

I shall bask in the red evening sun and bath in the afternoon rain like my childhood days. On the way to the riverside, I shall be greeted with honour and respect and I shall respond with joy, like I always do! I shall drink that fresh water fetched from the pond under the palm tree on our way to my mother's farm. Even on that narrow path to the farm, I shall let the wet foliage wash my arms free of diseases.

I dream of big tall merchandise buildings spread along the principal streets of the city on the hill. I shall walk that tarred road to the chief's palace holding the hands of my daughter and son; and I shall be welcome with a pint of spirit just as my father's fathers taught us to live when they first cleared a little space and mounted that mud house atop this hill. I shall not forget to raise my glass to the sky giving thanks to the Odomankoma for the earth we live on and the gift of life he makes possible for all of us. In the evening, my other half and I shall walk to the queen's house to greet her and ask her guidance how our daughter should be taught our way of life.

When the faithfuls meet in the chapel I shall be there to tell my story to those who will hear. I know they shall be inspired to be strong just as the Lord strengthened me to live mine.

And I shall witness all this and many more happening right here in Jacobu!

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Building The New from The Old

In that day will I raise up the tabernacle of David that is fallen, and close up the breaches thereof; and I will raise up his ruins, and I will build it as in the days of old. Amos:9:11
And I said unto the king, If it please the king, and if thy servant have found favour in thy sight, that thou wouldest send me unto Judah, unto the city of my fathers' sepulchres, that I may build it. Nehemiah:2:5

This year I've had the privilege of being offered a front row seat to observe the blueprints of how the new Jacobu rises out of the old. On the first of January 2011, the Odotobri Rural Bank invited me to host their groundbreaking ceremony leading to the building of a community center for the good people of Jacobu. I responded to the call with haste.

My going was not so much because of my natural affinity with public speaking but for the love of my city which runs through my veins. I wanted to be in the known from the beginning to the end so that I shall not miss recounting the day to my children yet born. I want them to hear the story from their own father's mouth; and I needed to know it than be told.

In the night, I sneaked out to a place I'd not be disturbed so I could soak into the coming day when my old city shall have been turned into the blue-road I saw the night I met God. In that pensive undisturbed dimension, I revisited the talk I had with The Presence and what I heard in the Cosmic Council.

I remember seeing the crumbling of the old walls that separate our people into clans, congregations, parties, factions and fads; in place of it all, behold there was a rising of a new undivided wall which is free of dust. I remember hearing a Council member utter with a loud voice:

"By the time this wall is completed, your people shall be one again! Tarry not, go in haste and lead them to this Hearing. In so doing, let you be known as the one who served from the heart just as your Master the Lord has taught you." 

And I still remember the procession as our people marched happily in unison to the top of the hill to offer praises to God almighty for raising a new city on top of this mountain even after the devastations of the war.

Joy filled my heart. My eyes could see even farther than they can look. And believe me I could hear the heartbeat of the sleeping ant. Then, in the stillness, I saw, again, what the prophets of ancient days saw of the world that cometh.

In the new world there's a perfect home for every family. The evening skies light up our ebony skin; our rivers run like golden brooks; laughter from the lips of the child exudes healing and the morning dew refreshes the evergreen foliage. Our king is respected by all and rules with the sword of David; our queen invokes the courage of Zenobia of ancient Syria. Our daughters wait with sweet anticipation the day the dowry shall be paid by the young man from the other family. The statesmen shall have the trust of the people they once led astray. For forgiveness has come to stay and we all start anew. So the butterfly comes to play with the baby; the dog runs with the teens and the cat caresses the laps of the elderly.

Now that the new market is underway, our merchants shall travel the world with confidence knowing when they return home, there shall be a happy gathering waiting at the community centre. Children from the learning house shall mount the center stage with a beautiful new package of songs, poetry, music and dance. The old folks shall sit by the fireside to listen to the debate on board as the philosophers usher us into the Utopian world in the heart of the  mind.

I shall perhaps be of grey hair in those days but I shall be around to say I saw it all before the day the ground was broken. And I shall be happy because my people are happy too.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

The Prophet Speaks

For Zion's sake I will not keep silent, for Jerusalem's sake I will not remain quiet, till her righteousness shines out like the dawn, her salvation like blazing torch. The nations shall see your righteousness, and all kings your glory; you will be called by a name that the mouth of the Lord will bestow.
Isa. 62:1-2.

In times when new paradigms are being created, one thing that becomes indispensable is unifying leadership. Transformational leaders all through history identified this need to unite the forces and went through hell to see to the desired change. It isn't a pleasure trip. It is exhausting, arduous, and an audacious quest to attempt combining unlike poles. But success is for the one who stays the course to the end.

I remember the days when I was pensively in the mood with the Lord over my city. What I saw before me, even to this day, is an uneven people who take pleasure in disunity. For the most part we have a myriad number of unassuming folks who refuse to decide for themselves unless the order comes from above. Such will not rise to any call even when the trumpet is blowing. But they will run helter-skelter  once their overlords have demanded. They make up the bulk of the congregation, the political parties' groundsmen, and pockets of fun-clubs and unions.

I saw to my dismay, those who issue the commands. And my heart grew heavy with grief. For even as they speak, I heard a rant that called for more division and hatred. Even as overlords, they speak with little sense and their eyes see no further than they can look. All around them is thick wall built with separatist mentality -- the 'us and them' games.

So I asked the Lord, "How do we unite such a mixed people and succeed?" He whispered, "Speak, my Son. Speak and they shall hear you. And in hearing you, they shall listen to my voice and I will change them and save the land that I gave you before the foundation of the world."

For my peoples sake, the prophet must speak. Jacobu is blessed to see this day as the new sun shines upon the old city. But the sons and daughters still dance to the music of the old moon. They forget the moon does not lit except in the night. They sleep even when the night gives way to the day. They mourn in times of joy. And they scatter even the little that the gatherers have piled up. 

As the call goes out, let it fall on the ears that itch to listen so the heart may hear the Lord speak. Our destiny is in our hands and we have relinquished it into the hands of the greedy and the selfish; the haters sit on the unifiers' seat and I see their feet dangle from that higher ground. Simply put, we have put juvenile souls where the seventh-old kindles the fire. And the best these infantiles wish to do now is to toss the fire around as if there can be no consequences.

Come home and let's gather around the crack of fire so we can hear what the grey hair has to say. He sits humbly and stares with watery eyes as the blind are still being pushed to lead the blind. His heart pounds like evening mortar; his cloths smells ancient; his back arches with many years of distinguished thinking; his hand tremble as he writes these words; and I know he is only sent here to show us the way.

Come hear the Prophet speak!