I was meditating on the entire concept of "reparations"- just looking out on the world, seeing all that has happened so far, I was wondering to myself why we are still pursuing this task, when we could have anything we want when we learn to master the spiritual arts and sciences our Ancestors left within us.
And then someone tapped me on the shoulder.
I was sitting inside one of my astral fields, a holodeck I built with my mind, a place I often go to meditate and reflect on my life. Now suddenly next to me stood a much older White Male, long light and dark gray hair, standing crocked holding on to a wooden cane.
Erasing the profanities, I asked him what was he doing here. He said to me, "I am one of your Ancestors, you have never called on me, never acknowledged I was even here in this place. But I am the reason your Mothers, Grandmothers, Great-Grands are so tricky with money, they learned it from me you see. But I was also very wealthy Man."
He pointed his finger to show me some others who were sitting under a tree talking. I noticed a few White Women, and some Asians. "Wait- don't start this with me" I said, "I do acknowledge my Asian bloodline sometimes"
"Sometimes" he said, giving me this look of disappointment. "You think everything about you is African?"
I cannot deal with everything that was said right now, so I won't write it. But I will mention this.
"I am your reparations." This White "Ancestor" said. "I have bled for you, from the time I have been here. What about these Christians you have there, don't they see that either? That we are here bleeding because of what we have done? I am not angry because I am here, I am not bitter. I am saying that, I know how to beat them. I know them, I am them. And I owe you a debt. I speak to you and turn away from me. I call you and you act like I do not exist. But if it's money that you want- look, my blood, my soul, my life has been cursed because of it, my need and my desires for it. I would give up all my power over money for the smallest bit of peace and forgiveness."
A Warrior is not soured by the sadness of his enemy, but what about when that enemy is an Ancestor?
I need the help of our great Destee spiritual minds to clear this up. Who else has heard of this? Who else has wondered about this? Should we acknowledge white Ancestors?
And then someone tapped me on the shoulder.
I was sitting inside one of my astral fields, a holodeck I built with my mind, a place I often go to meditate and reflect on my life. Now suddenly next to me stood a much older White Male, long light and dark gray hair, standing crocked holding on to a wooden cane.
Erasing the profanities, I asked him what was he doing here. He said to me, "I am one of your Ancestors, you have never called on me, never acknowledged I was even here in this place. But I am the reason your Mothers, Grandmothers, Great-Grands are so tricky with money, they learned it from me you see. But I was also very wealthy Man."
He pointed his finger to show me some others who were sitting under a tree talking. I noticed a few White Women, and some Asians. "Wait- don't start this with me" I said, "I do acknowledge my Asian bloodline sometimes"
"Sometimes" he said, giving me this look of disappointment. "You think everything about you is African?"
I cannot deal with everything that was said right now, so I won't write it. But I will mention this.
"I am your reparations." This White "Ancestor" said. "I have bled for you, from the time I have been here. What about these Christians you have there, don't they see that either? That we are here bleeding because of what we have done? I am not angry because I am here, I am not bitter. I am saying that, I know how to beat them. I know them, I am them. And I owe you a debt. I speak to you and turn away from me. I call you and you act like I do not exist. But if it's money that you want- look, my blood, my soul, my life has been cursed because of it, my need and my desires for it. I would give up all my power over money for the smallest bit of peace and forgiveness."
A Warrior is not soured by the sadness of his enemy, but what about when that enemy is an Ancestor?
I need the help of our great Destee spiritual minds to clear this up. Who else has heard of this? Who else has wondered about this? Should we acknowledge white Ancestors?