Religion. It’s a full sentence, and I mean that in a couple ways.
I am descended from deeply spiritual people who were forced into a bad version of Christianity. I don’t think most people with certain Indigenous or African roots realize how deeply spiritual their ancestors were.
Sometimes, when I pray, my ancestors push into me and I start dancing and chanting and it never wants to end. Never.
I know my ancestors spent hours upon hours in reverent dancing and chanting… real worship. When it pushes into me, I can see them dancing. Dancing with the trees, dancing with one another.
The women. Do you know how much endurance they had?
If you’ve studied American slavery, you must have some idea. What other peoples, than African peoples, could have endured that level of torture and still built families and cultures?
None. This is a fact, not a desire to glorify those who were vilified by European Americans.
Africans weren’t the first attempt at American slavery. My Indigenous Cherokee ancestors were used beforehand. They died, they ran off, they rescued their people. This was their home and the trees were thick and on their side. And, they could not keep up with that level of monstrosity. They could not endure.
Bringing Africans here and using them was strategic. They knew the plants, they were physically larger and stronger, they were masters of so many skills. Entire civilizations of the type admired by Europeans had been built by them. European knowledge had come from them. Africa just worked better as the foundation for a new country.
Who else has that level of strength, power, and endurance?
Sometimes, I imagine what America would look like if those of us who descend from African ancestors threw off the yoke of Abrahamic religion.
I see a lot of dancing.
This world praises us for dancing and singing in the name of capitalism. Imagine if we did it only in the name of Source.
I dance and chant and hear the drumming.
I’ve heard true drumming in California, but mainly in my bedroom. The ancestral drumming that entrances you and keeps you moving. The drumming that shapes your body’s movements, so that the energy released by the drum finds companionship in your legs, hips, arms, and legs. They are in harmony.
This kind of drumming and dancing helps you understand a basic truth about life: though the energy manifests in different methods, it is the same energy.
With my ancestors, males come through as well as females. I know what it means to say we are all one.
And, yet, the variety in our representation… this is beautiful and extremely significant.
Just as Source is multifaceted, so are we. Of course. Because we are merely (and significantly) representations of Source.
3 persons in 1.
1000s of names.
All represent the same energy. And people get so caught up in their beliefs, the face they’ve given Source, that they miss that they are surrounded by all the other faces of Source.
Yeshua said to love your neighbor as yourself because your neighbor is yourself. To think you can separate the colors the prism creates just because you have a preference for certain colors is not only ignorant, but dangerous.
I often wonder how many religious people know how dangerous and inherently violent they are, simply because of the beliefs they embody.
Your beliefs can turn you into a sword. And because your belief system is so messed up, you’ll convince yourself it’s good to be a sword.
This is the inherent danger of religion.
But when the dance takes over…