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Mystical Vocation

Oluwatoyin Vincent Adepoju

Compcros
Comparative Cognitive Processes and Systems
Exploring Every Corner of the Cosmos in Search of Knowledge






Daily you call to me, though I know not your name.

More intimate to me than my own blood, inseparable by far more than my own
skin, yet I know not what you are.

I close my eyes in meditation and sense you at the culmination of a tunnel
formed by my inward vision, a blaze emitting heat I can sense though cannot see,
a blind man who feels heat though cannot see the fire.

You are that power that will not let me rest ever since you awoke within me
through my probing search for you under the impetus of Abdrushins In the Light
of Truth that spoke of you.

Countless have been killed in defenses of you though you are beyond that.

What are you?

I dont know, though you are as the heat of the sun on my face, a heat inwardly
sensed.

What is your name?

None and all that humans give to you.

The Constellator You Are, the Integration of Totality Within the Womb of All.

The One with No Name, Who is Yet All That is, Was and May Be.

The Beacon of Aspiration, Nullifier of Interface Between Aspiration and Reality.

Do these descriptions of mine suggest that I know you?

No.

They only describe what I sense.

They depict the aspirations of the force that possesses me as a mother holds the
child in her womb.

Does the child know the mother from within the nourishing darkness of the
amniotic sac?

I wonder.

How can you know what is beyond your conception and yet is you?

In silence, I sense you.

In silence you become subtly palpable.

The heat from you calling from a distance.

No wonder your devotees describe you as beguiling.

Some depict you as a woman sought through much effort.

Others as a spouse they dare much to reach.

Others as a daemonic force at odds with human being, for what you are is
alignable only with difficulty with the structures through which the earth
dwelling ones try to shape reality, thinking to confine infinity in a puddle.

No wonder riddles and parables are preferred forms of expression among your
acolytes, because how else may they express their balance of puzzlement and
allure?

We walk on two feet but would be free of that necessary limitation to soar
without body, beyond mind.

All who seek to look beneath the rock of existence are your devotees, though
they may say it not.

No wonder are you described as beauty, both ancient and new, as the Christian
thinker Aurelius Augustinus put it so well.

No wonder are you known as the alluring Sophia, the name given to you by
Aristotle, Plato and their ancient Greek counterparts, recognizing you as the
embodiment of their search for wisdom.

No wonder are you Agwu, the Darkness Within, Before and Beyond All, as
Anenechukwu Umeh presents the driving force of Igbo Afa.

Odu, the Darkness Both Nourishing and Beyond Knowing, the Core and Form of
the Calabash of Existence, Awo of Igba Iwa, Deadly Potency and Inalienable
Power of Yoruba Ifa.

Mistress, both lover and dominator, the force unstoppable, the power that
commands total devotion even in the midst of challenges to the self, the one who
has to be reminded that the one hidden in your womb or you in his womb
remains human, unlike you, and so must be sustained as a human being, the fire
that consumes everything and yet may feed everything, the home forever beyond
final reach, though its walls form around us, only to expand as we settle within it,
its configurations changing as the space undergoes reshaping in alignment with
our growth in being, the horizon ever receding.

Images
Top
Adinkra symbol from Ghana known as He Won Hye, The Unburnable or That
Which Cannot be Burnt, indicating the immortality of the innermost form of the
self.
Bottom
Adinkra symbol from Ghana called Nyame Nwu Na Mawu which
means Could Nyame[the Supreme Being] die, I would die.
It bears a relationship to the proverb from Twi, the central language of the Akan
ethnic group in Ghana, Onyankopon nkuni wo na odasani kum wo a,wunwuda
Unless you die of Nyankapon [another name for the Supreme Being], let living
man kill you, and you will not perish".
The second image and its associated proverbs comes from J. B. Daquah's The
Akan Doctrine of God : A Fragment of Gold Coast Ethics and Religion.