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The Journey of a Mutuality Warrior
By Uriah J. Fields
Monday, April 28, 2003

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How are we to live our lives reasonably safe from destructiveness without withdrawing or hiding to avoid things we fear and apparent danger? This is just one of a number of important questions that you will find the answer for when you read this story...and much more about how to live a victorious life.


Author's Note

Each Mutuality Warrior has his own journey-- his own unique mission--and, in a real sense, he must make it alone, just as is true with every human being. Be reminded that the most important things in life each person must do for himself. Surely there will be travelers on the way and there will be those in need of your assistance, and those who want to share, but the journey is the Mutuality Warrior's and his alone. This he understands, but for the new Mutuality Warrior a part of him that yearns for companionship and intimacy may remain for a while, to a greater or lesser degree, and in some measure throughout his lifetime. Knowing that life is a song will enable him to sing his own song of which he is the composer. He is a song.
The reader is invited to vicariously experience the Mutuality Warrior taking his journey. As you do, you will learn about Mutuality and the Mutuality Warrior who is the person best prepared to survive and experience meaning, freedom and peace.
The name of the Mutuality Warrior is Omoro Kinte, the same as the name of Kunta Kinte's father as recorded by Alex Haley in "Roots." He is an American of African descent in his early thirties who is about to embark upon the mission which his years of preparation have readied him for. He is keenly aware that his learning and growth will continue while he is on his journey.



Decadency, feelings of hopelessness, disease, pollution, poverty and corruption are present nearly everywhere. People are despairing and the garden once beautiful and nourishing is now barren. It is more like a cesspool than a river. There is so much to be done before the garden, our embattled and life-sucking world, may bloom again and dispense fragrances that will remove the bitterness we taste and keep us from becoming the modern dinosaurs of planet earth. We are the gardeners and the seeds which together have the power to bring forth a rich harvest, including our healing. Let us tend this life and our living with care that the harvest might be beautiful. Remember, it is in your hands, Mutuality Warrior. Unless you tend the garden there will be no harvest desirable for humans, no rejoicing, no victory over defeat and, just maybe, the end of hope.


Omoro Kinte, the Mutuality Warrior, had come to a national park, where he had found a place to be alone. For three days he waited, meditated, listened and experienced silence and stillness. Returning to the city he joined the Illuminati and city people who had gathered to welcome him in their midst during the ceremony that celebrated Martin Luther King's "They Killed the Dreamer but not the Dream" holiday ceremony. The ceremony had ended and the Illuminati and some of the people had departed.
Observing Omoro Kinte with his sword and staff at his side and his robes across his shoulders, the people inquired as to who he might be. But standing in a Warrior stance, he said nothing. Soon the people began to chant: "Who are you Mutuality Warrior?" Then that chant became a song, the first song that would capture and thrill the Mutuality Warrior's soul since he heard a master sing a song in the Temple three years earlier. Omoro Kinte and the people began singing and creatively composing a song. This was as moving an experience for the Mutuality Warrior as it was for all the people there. Omoro Kinte accepted this as his christening experience. For it was a deepening of awareness and enlightment experience which is possible only when hearts and minds meet in a climate where spontaniety, empathy, honesty and appreciation constitute the atmospheric condition. This is the song they composed and sang: "Who Are you Mutuality Warrior?"

Who are you Mutuality Warrior?
You said it...
I am a Mutuality Warrior;
That's exactly who I am,
I am a man of war and peace,
Of steel and velvet;
I stand ready to protect and defend,
To nurture and to give all to love.

Who are you Mutuality Warrior?
I'll tell you...
I am a Mutuality Warrior,
A responsible person
Committed to living a life
That makes a difference.
I seek neither the world's fame or fortune
But I'll gladly
Give all to be free.

Who are you Mutuality Warrior?
Do feel me...
I am a Mutuality Warrior;
And my presence permeates
and illuminates everything
in my surroundings.
When you are near me a special scintillating feeling saturates our beings.

Who are you Mutuality Warrior? In consciene..
I am a Mutuality Warrior.
As a consciousness raiser
I motivate people to practice commuinity...
Freely sharing their talents with others is
having essentials in common.

Omoro Kinte was now eager to begin his journey. His experience with the city peope had been a deeply moving one. He was aware, however, that some of the people doubted him and others accepted him. He thanked them all, extending to them a kiss of friendship, and departed from their presence. He soon left the city and began his journey.


The adventure of a lifetime had begun for Omoro Kinte and he did not know what awaited him but he knew that he was in the flow. It was not long before a flash of intuition moved him in a forty-five degree angle, but he could tell that he was still in the flow. As he proceeded, he encountered an evil force which caused him to retreat, not because he had been attacked or was afraid but it was obvious to him that he would be attacked if he confronted a group of young hoodlums who were ready, even looking, for trouble. Wisdom dictated that retreat was the thing for him to do.
After summoning the power within, he faced his shadowy adversaries. As he approached them, one of them stepped into his path as if to offer a challenge to him. But the Mutuality Warrior was not intimidated. He stopped and stood in his Warrior's power stance. It was then that an accomplice of the would-be gang perpetrator pulled the coward out of the path of the Warrior. They all, feeling the power generated by the Warrior, became humbled and repentant. Wisdom suggested that the Warrior move on without saying anything to them except what was communicated by his power walk. That is what he did. But it was not long before they overtook him. These young gang members got out of their car and the person who had threatened to challenge the Warrior earlier said to the Warrior, "We just want you to know that we are sorry about what happened earlier." The Mutuality Warrior thanked them and wished them well. He could see that they were hurting from being in an identity crisis. As these young men returned to their car and proceeded ahead the Mutuality Warrior drew his healing power and released it, bringng healing to them.


Knowing of Omoro Kinte's uniqueness and deep spiritual consciousness, a group of ministers invited him to speak to an interdenominational ministerial group. They had heard that he was a Mutuality Warrior, and they did not know what new or radical venture he had embraced. Omoro Kinte was not a stanger to them, for he had served as secretary of their organization. They had admitted more than once that he was an excellent secretary and a man of integrity, but somewhat an enigma. On one occasion they had honored him with an award and he had been commended for being a "multi-talented man." But now he was to speak to them as a Mutuality Warrior about "The Way of the Mutuality Warrior." These ministers were people who said, almost in ritual-fashion, "Jesus is the way." Now, they were about to hear a talk on "The Way of the Mutuality Warrior.

The hour had come for him to speak to this interdenominational group of Christians, except for two Muslim ministers. The Mutuality Warrior did not wear a suit and necktie as did the other men present. He wore an African robe (dashiki.) He began his talk pointing out "the broadness and diversity in the term "interdenominational." "Flexibility, ecumenicity and inclusion," he said, "could be a part of what Christ meant when he said, "I pray that they all may be one." (John 17:11). Realizing that these ministers saw the Warrior as a soldier or fighter, espeically trained to use military or para-military weapons, Omoro Kinte quoting from the Bible said, "For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword." (Hebrews 4:12). He then briefly expounded on the word as a weapon.
Sharing with them the principles and methods of Mutuality, he suggesed that they consider how these Mutuality principles correspond to any Biblical principles. He named the seven principles of Mutuality: responsibility, freedom, love-power, creativeness, self-transcendence, commitment and enjoyment. And the two Mutuality methods are: dynamic insistence and alruistic pragmatism.
He again challenged the ministers to consider the value of applying Mutuality principles and methods in their endeavors to assist people in being more productive, creative and healtier. He also pointed out that employing these Mutuality principles and methods to the human condition will spare people of much misunderstanding and makes it less likely that they will get tied down with non-essentials while the essentials go unattended.
Omoro Kinte told them why we need Mutuality Warriors. "People in general," he said, "are not prepared to live in the present environment which is crime-infested, plagued with poverty in the midst of afflunece, drug-infested and polluted." We all must surely agree that the home, school and church are not effectively addressing the existing problems and conditions of the people. Warriors are prepared to survive, and to secure or maintain freedom and peace. They are prepared to fight and that means using Mutuality weapons, i.e., peace instruments, some of which people call war-weapons. Before departing he sang: "Who are You Mutuality Warrior?" the song that had been the prelude to his journey. For the encore he sang: "O Mutuality Warrior, Lift Your Right Hand Against Destructiveness!"

O Mutuality Warrior,
Lift your right hand against
Extend your left hand in caring.
With your right hand confront fear, oppose greed, deflate egoism, challenge laziness, disarm the abuser, expose the manipulator and deprive the parasite.
These are seven destroyers of life.
With your left hand administer compassion, embrace intimacy, engage in play, express uiniqueness, bestow praise, inspire oneness, and give all to love.
These are seven 'enhancers" of life.
O Mutuality Warrior, manifest your presence, permeate our surrounding, and promote cosmic harmony.
We proudly join with you as we lift our right hands against destructiveness
and extend our left hand in caring....
our right hands against destructiveness...
our left hands in caring.
O Mutuality Warrior...
O Mutuality Warriior...
O Mutuality Warrior...

Omoro Kinte stretched out his hands, quickly assumed the Mutuality Warrior's stance, and pronounced the Mutuality Warrior's benediction. Sensing some need beckoning him, gracefully he departed and moving into the Warrior-speed he continued on his adventure.


His next assignment was a special one, for he had been invited to speak to a group of prisoners concerning "Mutuality." arriving at the prison, just at the appointed time he found a captive audience waiting to hear him. He was introduced by a prisoner who was the leader of a prison group committed to "Self-rehabilitation." This man , in his sixties and gracious, was obviously in much agony.
Omoro Kinte began by playing his native American drum. Afterwards he said, "I want to sing a song made popular by Paul Robeson who was himself a warrior. Included in that song are these words, "I must keep fighting until I'm dying." Paul Robeson used this song as his fight song while endeavoring to bring about more justice in society. Omoro Kinte sang, "Ol Man River," to the delight of the audience.
"Mutuality," he told the prisoners, "is a way of life--a better way of life." Continuing he discussed the principles and methods of the Mutuality philosophy. He admonished the prisoners to go within and find what many people seek externally but miss. "There is a freedom and peace," he said, "that nobody or no situation can deprive you of. Those who understand this, even though in prison, they are free."
No sooner than the question and answer period began several prisoners, in near-unison, requested that Omoro Kinte play his drum and sing another song. He complied with their requests. Several prisoners complained that they did not have adequate books in the prison library. Omoro Kinte told them that he had brought two of his books with him for their library, namely, "Mutuality: The Full Life Process" and "The Twenty-First Century Salute to Paul Robeson." The prisoners wanted to continue the question and answer period but the employee in charge said that the allocated time for the meeting had been spent and that the meeting would have to adjourn.
At the close of the meeting Omoro Kinte was approached by the man who had introduced him. This man thanked him for being there and told him how he, a realtor, had been framed and fallen a victim of racism. His enterprise had been taken away from him and he had been sent to prison on trumped-up charges. He wanted to know how he could contact Omoro Kinte. He would be released from prison after serving another six months.


Continuing on his journey Omoro Kinte had other meaningful encounters, including those with juvenile offenders, drug addicts and gang members.

As Omoro Kinte's pace slowed down he reflected on those gang members he had encountered. Suddenly his mind focused on values and on Africa. "Americans of African descent," he said to himself, "need to go back to Africa." He didn't mean that they should necessarily go back to Africa physically, but that they should go back and claim and embrace those values Africans had, including what their free foreparents had, when they were a proud people...when they rocked the cradle of civilization, built empires and practiced community. Then he bagan to sing, "Coming Home to Africa."

Coming home, coming home,
We're just coming home;
Africa is our home,
We're just coming home.
It's not far, just close by,
'Cross the deep blue sea.
Here too long we're gotta go
Going to fear no more;
Mother's land O' Africa, Father's faith is there;
Lots of proud folk are there,
Folk who look like us;
Folk who look like us.
We're coming home.
Minds made-up to come;
No more allibis;
No more blaming you know who,
No more crying poor and black;
Going to leave right now.
Africa we're on our way
Coming home to stay;
Freedom's light is in sight,
Real life soon begins
There's no trurning around,
Just a moving on;
At the break of day
We'll be home for good.
Coming home, coming home;
We're just coming home;
Africa is our home;
And we love our home!
We're just coming home!
Coming home to Africa!


Facing the setting sun and viewing the rainbow bedecked sky, Omoro Kinte stretched forth his arms toward the horizon and stepped into the Warrior-speed syncopated stride. As the lengthening shadows greeted him he danced a waltz-like dance to the beat of the moon light and gracefully moved toward his next adventure. Aware that his journey would soon end and that his most important task stilll lay ahead, he shifted from dancing to galloping. He began singing "Praise, Praise, "Praise," a song which he had sung in part, but not in its entirety, several times since embarking upon his journey. This time he would sing it in it's entirety.

Praise, praise, praise...
It's praising time.
I will give praise
And I will do it now.
Praise God, the Creator, giver of every good gift; and the Supreme attraction of my affection;
Praise the people, my brothers and my sisters, You are beautiful, my friends in jubilations.
Praise the earth and all that is in it, mountains and valleys, rivers and streams, fields and woods.
Praise the Heavens above, the stars, moon and sun...
Space, Heavenly inner space and beyond space,
Praise yourself you are worthy to be praised,
I am praising myself, I am worthy to be praised.
We will praise each other,
We are members of a mutual admiration society, we call it mutuality
Praise everyone and everything,
I resolve to praise, praise, praise.
It's praising time,
Give all to praise...
It's praising time.


Omoro Kinte had been commissioned to establish and illuminate a Center for enlightenment which would focus on self-discovery and human developmet, so that other truth-seekers might have a guiding light and a sanctuary to assist them in their journeys along the paths of power. As he came near to the place where this Center was to be established, he took seeds from his satchel and in keeping with an African blessing practice sprinkled some of them in the entrance to the Center and threw some of them toward the Heavens. He was aware that some of the seeds thrown toward the Heavens did not fall to the earth and he knew that was a sign that everything was going to be all right. It was then that he saw the sanctuary emerge before his eyes.
While rejoicing and celebrating he acknowledged the four vortices of the four-dimensional path: the Teacher, the Healer, the Joker, and the Warrior centers of power. Waving his arms in clocklike-fashion, he dispensed life and light outward in a powerful wave and invited seekers to come into the Center for Self-discovery and human Development for the dedication and celebration.
As the people approached, Omoro Kinte extended welcome and embraced them, knowing they would experience the joy of entering a place of peace, love and compassion. After greeting and embacing the people he faced the standing-room only audience and said "Beauty in diversity." Following a pause he raised his hands high above his head and then lowered them; Then he sang jubliantly this welcoming song:

My dear friend we welcome you;
We are glad you are here,
Partake freely of all the gifts
We have for you
And feel free to share yourself with us;
We are honored by your presence;
Your love permeates our surrounding
And we are inspired because you are here.
We greet you with a kiss of friendship
And extend to you our love...
And extend to you our love... .

Omoro Kinte invoked the power and light from the heart of the Cosmos and declared that many seekers will have their consciousness raised who enter this sanctuary and learn how to love. He blessed the sanctuary and all the people. Expressing gratitude he said, "I am thankful to you; I am thankul to myself; And above all else I am thankful to God."
Bowing and extending a holy kiss to these, his beloved brothers and sisters, he released into the hands of the chosen guide the keys to the Center for Self-Discovery and Human Development. "This Center," he said, "shall be formally known as "The Mutuality Center for Creative Living,." Omoro Kinte, having completed his journey said:
I am a singer, I make music. I have songs, Yes songs for all seasons
I sing songs in the night and I sing songs in time of joy.
I have my own songs--songs to celebrate, love songs, fight songs.
If you want to know me, listen to my melody,
If you want to communicate with me sing with me but sing your own songs because nobody can sing my songs like I can sing them;
You see, I am a singer.
And you are a singer.
Sing your own songs.

Then he performed his final act before returning to his abode where he would await the dawning of a new day. He sang, "The Mutuality Warrior's Song."

I write the song, I sing the song,
I live the song, I sing about.
It's the song of my journey as a Mutuality Warrior.

That journey takes me far and near,
But most of all it is a journey within;
That journey though at times a battegorund engaging my Warrior
soldiering power in a fight for my survival...
Yes, I can say, Sweet is the journey on the Warrior's road
And I wouldn't take anything for my journey.

I see the people reaching out
And I hear them say, "Oh Warrior, please stay." I share with them as best I can before moving on to be alone listening to life sing the song that says we are one...
Yes, I can say, Sweet is the journey on the Warrior's road
And I wouldn't take anything for my journey.

That journey is an encounter
With life and death and celebration of life;
My journey gives me hope that travelers like myself will demonstrate how real love makes whole and sets free all who are unfree..
Yes, I can say, Sweet is the journey on the Warrior's road
And I wouldn't take anything for my journey.

As Omoro Kinte was leaving the guide who had received the keys to the Center and all the people joined in singing this "Goodbye for Now" benediction:

We are leaving here with hearts inspired;
Our lives have been enriched.
As we depart let us shake hands...
let us shake hands...shake hands...shake hands...
Let us shake hands and bless others gathered here.
Goodbye for now we're shared our hopes and dreams;
We ask in faith that we may share again

The time we spent here was time well spent;
It showed us how love can meet our needs.
Goodbye for now Let us go away rejoicing,
Goodbye for now
Let us live life in all its fullness;
Goodbye... ( Ending) Goodbye.

Now before we leave this hallowed place;
To go our separate ways;
Let us extend a warm embrace...a warm embace...embrace...embrace.
Let us embrace to express how much we care.
Goodbye for now we've learned, we've lived and loved.
We now depart better than when we came.


To learn more about "Mutuality" and "The Mutualtiy Warrior," purchase your copy of "The Mutuality Warrior" by Uriah J. Fields (138 pages.) Please send $9.95, plus $3.00 shipping charges (check or money order) to:

Uriah J. Fields
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Copyright by 2003 by Uriah J. Fields

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