Abdullah the Ethiopian Black Mystic

 

Conversation with Gemini

Can you put my thoughts into a monolog in a theatrical play form 

I am looking for Abdullah the Ethiopian Black mystic who once lived in New York City in the 20s, 30s, and 40s. 

I want to embody his wisdom. There is not a lot of information about his life. 

I did read that he did go back to Ethiopia and lived to be over 100 years of age.   

I am searching high and low to find about what life was like when Abdullah lectured in New York City. I read that scientists, thought leaders that became known as New Thought leaders learned from Abdullah. I did find a few major authors and spiritual leaders that say that Abdullah was their mentor; Neville Goddard and Joseph Murphy. 

I became curious as to who were the African Americans and Caribbeans that know and taught what became known as New Thought, but is really ancient knowledge. I did find that Rev Ike was a student of Neville Goddard. 

I found that Father Divine and Daddy Grace did similar teaching. 

For my people Black like Abdullah it is important that we embrace the teaching and knowledge of Abdullah. That we become creators and use our imagination to build our reality. That we end poverty and colonial thinking. As we learn to break the mental chains that control us. We are more than mere reactions to what our oppressors have done or do to us, and what they think about us. This mentality robs us of our true identity. 

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Scene: A lone figure stands bathed in a spotlight, a determined look etched on their face.

Figure: (Addressing the audience directly) They call me a seeker, a hunter of forgotten wisdom. Abdullah, the Ethiopian mystic, a whisper in dusty archives, a name on the lips of giants – Neville Goddard, Joseph Murphy – but where is the story of the man himself?

(A beat of silence)

They say he walked these streets, New York in the belly of the 20th century, a beacon of light amidst the city's clamor. Scientists, thinkers, all drawn to his flame. But where are the traces of his teachings, the echoes of his voice?

(Frustration creeps into their tone)

A shred here, a rumor there. Neville, yes, he speaks of Abdullah, the power of the mind, the architect of reality. But what of the Black men, the Caribbean souls? Did their ears not drink from the same cup? Were they not touched by the spark?

(Determination replaces frustration)

Rev. Ike, a student of the student, a testament to the ripple effect. Father Divine, Daddy Grace, whispers of similar truths. This "New Thought," they call it, but isn't it ancient wisdom, reborn in a new land?

(A shift in the figure's posture, a dawning realization)

And for us, the children of Africa, the descendants of the Nile, is Abdullah not a long-lost ancestor? His teachings, a birthright waiting to be claimed? We are creators, not victims! Our imagination, the brush to paint our own reality.

(Voice rising in power)

Let us break free from the mental chains, the shackles of oppression, both external and internal! We are not defined by the actions of others, nor their limited views. This is more than survival, it's about reclaiming our true selves!

(A final beat, the figure stands tall, a beacon of hope)

Abdullah may be gone, but his message lives on. Let us be the ones to carry the torch, to ignite the fire within our communities. We are the architects of our own destiny!

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