What’s good fellow Masters of the Cosmos?? Very briefly, I want to deal with a concept that’s taken me a great deal of my life to gain more understanding of; it is humility. It’s a word my maternal grandmother stressed over and over. And, in all honestly, it infuriated most of my family.


Well, let me tell you a little bit about my grandmother. She was/is a literal genius. At 86 years old she still carries little notebooks where she jots down ideas and things she learns from television, books and magazines. She also journals. And it’s activities such as these that protect her mind from the menace of Alzheimer’s Disease. But, she had some things happen in her life that caused her to doubt herself; things that brought her scorn and ridicule from her peers and elders, ‘way back yonder.’ And the trauma caused by the judgmental, unforgiving nature of humans, contributed to her becoming extremely withdrawn from the “world” and more engrossed into the Christian Church.

Being one of the most sincere people I know, when she “gave her life to Christ” she wholeheartedly engaged, all the way down to following the laws of Leviticus that say that Christians should neither consume pork nor shell fish. She also understood and accepted her duty to regularly fast and pray. Now, many Christians will pray, but how many will endure the suffering of fasting?  Another thing she really accepted on the most literal of levels is the Christian duty to be humble, so much so that she subjected herself to being used by so-called “good Christians.” I can remember times where my mother would get so mad, telling her, “Mama, you need to quit letting them use you and boss you around!” But, she was humble.

What bothered me

This mindset of humility carried over into my grandmother’s job as a domestic at the local university. She had a black man who was her manager, whose ASS I wouldn’t mind whooping to this day! I would overhear conversations between my grandmother and my mother, about how this insecure “boss” of hers, daily, rode her back and bullied her. It got so bad that my father, who had a little weight in the community, offered to call some of his connects to have him fired; but, what did my grandmother say?? No, Henry, don’t do that. She was humble.

Another scenario that bothered me, involved a part-time job she held for years, working for a professor at the university, cleaning his house a few nights out of the week. I remember riding with my mother some nights to pick her up in North Asheville, where the affluent “white folk” lived. Some nights she wouldn’t leave this man’s house until midnight, and she wasn’t being paid hourly. She was just so meticulous of a worker that it took her that long to complete her tasks. My mother and I would sit in that car fuming, not at having to wait for my grandmother, but, instead, at the fact that the bastard she worked for would allow her to work until midnight, knowing that she was an older woman, leaving his house when it was “pitch-black dark.” My mother would lovingly lambast her during the ride home – challenging her to stand up for herself. But, she was humble.

The lessons I learned

Now that I’ve crossed the barrier into my 40s, I see life through more seasoned lenses. I’m able to better “eat the fish and spit out the bones.” So, as I reflect back on the memories of my grandmother’s travails and my own, I find myself advocating humility, and I will explain my understanding of this concept.

Yes, we were right in insisting that my grandmother love herself more and stand up for herself, but, she was still teaching us. She taught us a very powerful metaphysical motif: to learn how to suffer – to suffer to the best of your abilities. For, it is through your suffering that you alchemically transform. The caveat though, is that one must suffer and be humble from a state of confidence, versus a feeling of lack. When we suffer and submit from confidence, we move in the power of knowing that we are gods, and that Source needs our suffering to merely feel, and the humility is the self-induced purging and lowering into purgatory so that our souls can collect the data to report and transform into Source.

Conversely, the suffering from a space of lack, malforms the humility and transformative opportunities into mere humiliation and stagnation. When we move without greater knowledge of our innate, latent, divinity, we never become; and, becoming is the highest order of the Cosmos. Thus, we must be clear that the only concept that we are to submit to, is each of our souls. The soul is dictating the path that each of us must walk back to Source, and the gateway to hearing the longings of our primal essence, is the heart. It has to be open. And for it to be open, our minds must be open.

This concept is stressed in the movie, Dr, Strange, where the main character and namesake, goes to study under “The Ancient One.” He is first greeted, though, by “Baron Mordo,” played by Chiwetel Ejiofor. Looking closely, we see that Mordo (the Moor or Mur) wears a green cloak, symbolizing the heart chakra. In the beginning, he is constantly working to teach Dr. Strange that to access the teachings of  The Ancient One, he must humble himself. Thus, the latter symbolizes the TAO (also known as the DAO), which means “the way.” For any of us to fully work our magic, experience our power and find the way, we must first learn to Be Humble. It is through this portal that we continue to grow and know.

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As always, stay down until you get up, and when you get up, stay down.

Peace and Power,

Brother Jamal

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