Parable of Black Man and Block Man
Parable of the Rats
Parable of the No People
Parable of a Real Woman
Parable of the Preacher's Wife
Parable of Black Man and Block Man
When a fool is told a parable, it's meaning must be explained to him.--African proverb
You got black man and block man.
Watch out for block man!
--Sun Ra
There was a black man and a block man, both were black men, but
block man had a big block head. He used to stand at the crossroads
waiting for black man to come through so he could block him from going
in any direction. If black man tried to go east, west, north or south,
the playa hatin, jealous, envious block man would cause black man to
either stop, stumble or fall.
Sometimes black man would purposely fall because he knew the African proverb that to stumble or fall is only to go forward faster. So after being blocked at one turn, he would fake a fall and go forward on his journey up the hill.
Of course block man would be waiting for him at a pass up the hill
and again try to block black man from going farther. But black man,
being athletic, was able to leap to the side and gracefully go pass
block man.
And even though block man had a lot of friends who were blockheads too, black man had friends in the sun, moon and stars who watched out for him.
Black man had friends in the wind, seas, rivers, trees and all over
the earth. So block man didn't have a chance with his evil scheme to
block black man. All black man had to do was flow in the flow and make
sure he wasn't swimming against the current of the universe, for in the
counter flow the block men were waiting patiently for him, sharpening
their knives, ready to remove the heart and soul of black man.
So black man planned and block man planned, but black man was the
best planner. As long as his mind remained clean and sober, he could see
block man coming a mile way.
The rats all have the same gait: they scurry about, back broken by an abundance of lies, half-truths and disinformation, defamation and other tactics of rat behavior. Even their facial expressions have a rat like appearance, so you can see them coming a mile away. You can smell a funky rat. We suspect the two legged variety even has a tail hidden inside their pants or underneath their dresses, yes, there are rats of every gender, every color, class. Some are sewer rats, some are wharf rats, some are subway rats, church rats, house rats. But their behavior is the same. They are on the lower level of humankind, these two legged rats. They can do nothing right. They cannot give justice even with the scale in view while they weigh goods. They will lie while you look at them playing with the scale. They will try to convince you the scale doesn't work while it is their minds that have not evolved to work on the human level.
There is only one thing to do with such rats: set a trap for them or feed them poison cheese and watch them puke and vomit until they die. Better yet, let the cat catch their asses. It is beautiful watching the cat catch a rat, seeing how still the cat will become while stalking his prey. But the cat will lie in wait for the rat as long as it takes, never moving, never batting his eye. And then he leaps upon his prey and devours him. It is a beautiful sight when when the cat and rat game reaches the climax and ends with the consumption of the rat by the cat.
--Marvin X
7/15/15
No, no, no! That is all you say. Everything about you is no. Your lips say no, your eyes, your heart, your mind, your arms, your legs, your feet. You are a no person. I run from you. You say no to God. I am afraid of your no touch. I cannot expand my mind around no people. You will kill my spiritual development. No no no no!
When you say yes to life you open the world of infinite possibilities. I understand no part of no, only infinite possibilities. No does not exist in my world, only yes. Yes to love. Yes to success, yes to hope, yes to truth, yes to prosperity, yet to divinity, yes to resurrection, yes to ascension, yes to eternity. I am the language of yes. If you cannot say yes, get away from me. I run from you, want nothing to do with you. There is no hope for you until you open your mouth to yes.
Cast away the yes fear. Let it go, let God. Yes. No matter what, yes. No matter how long, yes. No matter how hard, yes. Let there be peace in the house, yes. Let there be love between you and me, yes. Let there be revolution in the land, over the world, yes. We will try harder, yes, we won't give up, yes. We shall triumph, yes. Yes is the language of God. Yes is the language of Divinity, Spirituality.
All the prophets said yes. Adam said yes, Abraham said yes. Moses said yes. Solomon said yes.Job said yes. Jeremiah, Isaiah said yes. The lover in Song of Solomon said yes. David said yes. John and Jesus said yes. Muhammad said yes. Elijah and Malcolm, Martin and Garvey, Harriet Tubman and Sojourner Truth said yes. Fannie Lou and Rosa Parks, Betty Shabazz and Coretta Scott said yes. Mama and daddy said yes. Grandma and grandpa said yes. All the ancestors said yes. Forevermore, let go of no and say yes. Dance to yes. Shout to yes!
--Marvin X
There was a man who had many women in his life. They had come and gone, with himself at fault most of the time. But he wouldn't give up, he continued his self improvement and search for that special woman. He talked with elder women about what he should do. One told him he'd never had a real woman! If so, she would still be with him, no matter what, through thick and thin, up times and down times. Well, he asked, how would he know when such a woman was in his presence. First, clean up your own act, she said. Scoop your own poop. Rid yourself of defects of character. Make amendments to all those you have harmed in life. It takes humility to do this.
The Wisdom of Plato Negro is for the forty something up. No persons who haven't lived a few years can appreciate the things Marvin X says in The Wisdom of Plato Negro. You need to be at least forty to understand, and even then, this is not a book to read in one setting, even if it is easy reading. It is a book to read in a relaxed situation, and then only read one or two of the parables at a time. They must be carefully digested, each one.
For more information on the Savior myth, see The World's Sixteen Crucified Saviors by Kersey Graves; Anacalypsis, Godfrey Higgins; Man, God and Civilization by John G. Jackson;The Golden Bough by Sir James George Frazer.
from The Wisdom of Plato Negro, Parables/Fables, Marvin X, Black Bird Press, Berkeley Ca., $19.95. Available from Academy of da Corner, 14th and Broadway, downtown Oakland CA.
jmarvinx@yahoo.com
Parable of the Rats
The rats all have the same gait: they scurry about, back broken by an abundance of lies, half-truths and disinformation, defamation and other tactics of rat behavior. Even their facial expressions have a rat like appearance, so you can see them coming a mile away. You can smell a funky rat. We suspect the two legged variety even has a tail hidden inside their pants or underneath their dresses, yes, there are rats of every gender, every color, class. Some are sewer rats, some are wharf rats, some are subway rats, church rats, house rats. But their behavior is the same. They are on the lower level of humankind, these two legged rats. They can do nothing right. They cannot give justice even with the scale in view while they weigh goods. They will lie while you look at them playing with the scale. They will try to convince you the scale doesn't work while it is their minds that have not evolved to work on the human level.
There is only one thing to do with such rats: set a trap for them or feed them poison cheese and watch them puke and vomit until they die. Better yet, let the cat catch their asses. It is beautiful watching the cat catch a rat, seeing how still the cat will become while stalking his prey. But the cat will lie in wait for the rat as long as it takes, never moving, never batting his eye. And then he leaps upon his prey and devours him. It is a beautiful sight when when the cat and rat game reaches the climax and ends with the consumption of the rat by the cat.
--Marvin X
7/15/15
Parable of the No People
No, no, no! That is all you say. Everything about you is no. Your lips say no, your eyes, your heart, your mind, your arms, your legs, your feet. You are a no person. I run from you. You say no to God. I am afraid of your no touch. I cannot expand my mind around no people. You will kill my spiritual development. No no no no!
When you say yes to life you open the world of infinite possibilities. I understand no part of no, only infinite possibilities. No does not exist in my world, only yes. Yes to love. Yes to success, yes to hope, yes to truth, yes to prosperity, yet to divinity, yes to resurrection, yes to ascension, yes to eternity. I am the language of yes. If you cannot say yes, get away from me. I run from you, want nothing to do with you. There is no hope for you until you open your mouth to yes.
Cast away the yes fear. Let it go, let God. Yes. No matter what, yes. No matter how long, yes. No matter how hard, yes. Let there be peace in the house, yes. Let there be love between you and me, yes. Let there be revolution in the land, over the world, yes. We will try harder, yes, we won't give up, yes. We shall triumph, yes. Yes is the language of God. Yes is the language of Divinity, Spirituality.
All the prophets said yes. Adam said yes, Abraham said yes. Moses said yes. Solomon said yes.Job said yes. Jeremiah, Isaiah said yes. The lover in Song of Solomon said yes. David said yes. John and Jesus said yes. Muhammad said yes. Elijah and Malcolm, Martin and Garvey, Harriet Tubman and Sojourner Truth said yes. Fannie Lou and Rosa Parks, Betty Shabazz and Coretta Scott said yes. Mama and daddy said yes. Grandma and grandpa said yes. All the ancestors said yes. Forevermore, let go of no and say yes. Dance to yes. Shout to yes!
--Marvin X
Parable of a Real Woman
There was a man who had many women in his life. They had come and gone, with himself at fault most of the time. But he wouldn't give up, he continued his self improvement and search for that special woman. He talked with elder women about what he should do. One told him he'd never had a real woman! If so, she would still be with him, no matter what, through thick and thin, up times and down times. Well, he asked, how would he know when such a woman was in his presence. First, clean up your own act, she said. Scoop your own poop. Rid yourself of defects of character. Make amendments to all those you have harmed in life. It takes humility to do this.
Still, how will I know the real
woman? The older woman answered, you will know because when
she comes over your house and sees something amiss, she will take authority to
correct the situation. If your house is dirty, she will immediately ask if she
can clean it as a favor to you, as an act of love. She will not want any money
for her services. And she will clean your house as it has never been cleaned
before because she knows what she is doing. Yes, she is a pro, not only with house
cleaning but with every thing she does, including her love making.
She will make sure you are satisfied and herself as well.
She will demand respect and will
respect you. She will demand freedom and give you freedom. She will speak in the
language of love so smooth that it will be like a razor cutting to the heart. You will be bleeding
to death but not know you are cut.
You will do what she suggests and
do it willingly because it will not be a demand but a request said so subtle
you won't recognize it for what it actually is: a demand. And you will love
doing what she requests.
When you need space and time to
yourself you won't need to explain, she will pick up the vibe.
And you will do the same for her.
She will not be jealous and envious
of your talent and skills or how handsome you are to other
women. She knows she has you in her pocket because she is confident
of herself, and not worried about some other woman taking her man.
If you are taken by another woman,
it must be the will of God that you go. She knows God will replace her
emptiness with someone even better than you. But she will give you time to get
a grip on yourself and find your way back home. Just don't take too long and
when you come home don't be asking about what she was doing while you were
gone.
A real woman will put her resources
at your disposal if you are worthy of them, as the prophet Muhammad
was treated by the wealthy trade woman Khadijah. There is no selfishness in
love. All is for the beloved, but a wise woman ain't no fool. As the song says,
the greatest thing you will ever do is love and be loved in return.
The man thanked the elder woman
for her wisdom and departed on his search.
from the Wisdom of Plato Negro, parables/fables, Marvin X, Black Bird Press, Berkeley, 2012.
from the Wisdom of Plato Negro, parables/fables, Marvin X, Black Bird Press, Berkeley, 2012.
Comment on the Wisdom of Plato
Negro
The Wisdom of Plato Negro is for the forty something up. No persons who haven't lived a few years can appreciate the things Marvin X says in The Wisdom of Plato Negro. You need to be at least forty to understand, and even then, this is not a book to read in one setting, even if it is easy reading. It is a book to read in a relaxed situation, and then only read one or two of the parables at a time. They must be carefully digested, each one.
Think about them, what was the real meaning? Again, if you
haven't lived a few years, there's no way you can appreciate some of the things
he says. For example, the Parable of the Real Woman. A young man who hasn't had
many experiences with women cannot possibly understand this parable. If a woman
comes to his house and cleans it out of love, a young man cannot appreciate
this. He will tell her thanks, then go get a flashy woman who is never going to
clean his house, mainly because she doesn't know how. But the dude will go for her
because she is cute, but the real woman he rejects, the one with common sense
and dignity, who may not be a beauty queen.
--Anon Parable of the Preacher's Wife
There
was a preacher who had a most beautiful wife. She used to come pass
Plato Negro's street academy on da corner of 14th and Broadway, downtown
Oakland. She was so beautiful Plato Negro had to stop teaching whenever
she passed. Her skin was clean and glowing. Her clothes were of fine
cloth. Her legs were well shaped, her shoes expensive.
At
first she would take Plato's writings home to read. But she came one
day to tell him she could not read anymore of his writings because they
were not in accord with the Bible, specifically the King James version.
Plato
Negro asked her if she knew the history of King James, that he was a
pervert, murderer, robber, rapist who gave "his version" of God's word?
How could such a devil have a version of God's word? Would you believe
John Dillinger's version of the Bible? During the reign of King James
kidnapped Africans arrived in North America by way of the Good Ship
Jesus, captained by Sir John Hawkins, author of that Christian classic
song Amazing Grace. Yes, along with John Hawkins, King James I was among
the wretched gang of English slave traders.
The
preacher's wife said she didn't care about King James, all she cared
about was what Jesus said. How do you know what Jesus said, all you know
is what somebody said Jesus said, and we know how people lie? The only
time he wrote anything was on the sand. And we know what happens when
the tide comes in.
Plato
Negro was hurt when she refused to take anymore of his writings. He
told her she was too beautiful to be so narrow minded, and that truth
was in many books besides the Bible. Didn't Jesus say truth would set
you free?
I am free, said the preacher's wife, Jesus set her free and she didn't need to read anything else.
Plato
wanted to know how could she be so beautiful, yet so ignorant. She told
him some of her history, that she had been a dope fiend on cocaine, had
been tossed up by men in the dope house, but Jesus saved her.
You
saved yourself, Plato Negro told her. We know God helps those who help
themselves. If you take one step He will take ten. When you were ready
to stop being a dope fiend, you stopped, Jesus had nothing to do with
it! Plato sensed she was leaning on Jesus for a crutch, that there was
something still in her soul that was not right and she had more healing
to do.
But
my husband is a preacher, she said. So what, Plato Negro replied? He
has known many wicked preachers, so it was of no value that her husband
was a preacher. Every tub must sit on its own bottom.
The
preacher's wife was silent for a moment. She seemed to be considering
his words. He told her there is only one truth and that if it was true
for her, it was true for him. By degrees you shall come to see the truth
of my words, he said.
The
story of Jesus is a very ancient tale, told in many countries thousands
of years before the birth of Jesus. We know at least sixteen crucified
saviors, all had a virgin birth, stars were seen in the sky when they
were born, wise men came to visit the baby savior who later taught but
was eventually crucified, resurrected and ascended to heaven.
For
a moment, Plato Negro saw a light flicker in the head of the preacher's
wife. Beautiful woman, he said, go in the name of Jesus, if it is Him
whom you serve. Just know there is one mind, one truth, one spiritual
energy in the universe and we are all connected to that force, the just
and the unjust.
She said goodbye and crossed the street. Plato said to himself, "Cute but psycho!"
--Marvin X
4/1/10
For more information on the Savior myth, see The World's Sixteen Crucified Saviors by Kersey Graves; Anacalypsis, Godfrey Higgins; Man, God and Civilization by John G. Jackson;The Golden Bough by Sir James George Frazer.
from The Wisdom of Plato Negro, Parables/Fables, Marvin X, Black Bird Press, Berkeley Ca., $19.95. Available from Academy of da Corner, 14th and Broadway, downtown Oakland CA.
jmarvinx@yahoo.com
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