RELIGION
Jesus, Maria, Mohammed & Flying with Our Feet Glued to a Rock
Sorry guys, religions are outdated
I’m fast becoming a misunderstood person on this platform. Woehoe! That’s my intention! Misunderstood is good. It makes people think about more than they already knew.
And I have only one message.
Black Mums for President!
’Cause the whole world will be a better place…
What’s this about religion? My uncle O. is an astrophysicist. So, I know that we are spinning at 1670 km per hour through the universe with our feet glued to a rock. With gravity and Van der Waals powers called after some European science guy.
Something to do with hairs and directions. And geckos walking on ceilings…
The rock we are glued to is Gaia. Our planet. Our home. Mother Earth.
1670 km. Think about it. Feel the G-powers! Feel the spin! 1037 miles per hour. I’m a racing fan of Max Verstappen. But I’ve never gone that fast.
I just know that I feel the speed in my bones…
Gaia is not called for nothing our Mother. Sun is our Father. Earth is our Mother. And we are the child. She takes care of us. Give us drink with her rivers. And makes us grow during the night Moon.
Pulls our ebbs and floods.
Jesus, Maria & Mohammed
Our world is full of symbolism. It’s how we give meaning to our lives. And in patriarchal societies, it’s how men still want to curtail emotional, hormone-influenced women.
Men come from Mars. And they wanna return there if I understand Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos well. Good riddance… Women come from Venus. And we’ll just stay on Earth. Cloning ourselves or having sex with other women. Or with ourselves. Who cares?
And men call themselves intelligent?
In the past, they burned witches. And they made Maria Magdalena into a whore in their stories. Although, she was in reality, one of the Apostles. Black Apostles of course.
Jesus was living in the Middle East, not Europe.
Well, let’s not talk about Mohammed either. He gives young men the idea that many virgins are waiting for them in heaven. The idea… It’s just virginity he meant, silly guys!
Virginity means a blank page. Nothingness. Innocence. Whiteness. Light. Enlightenment. Wisdom. Women. Love. Embrace by space.
Death = Virginity
It has nothing to do with literal virgins and having sex with them. Sex seems to be the only thing on a man’s mind. Duhuh. The thought…
And men call themselves intelligent?
Although, I must admit the Sufis are great, and they just spin with the planet until there’s no end to the spinning…
Enlightenment
Some religions understand it well. You immediately feel the light energy when you enter their church, mosque, or synagogue. Have you ever noticed how these are often buildings with lots of flowers inside, plants outdoors, and much light and ventilation?
The light churches are most often run by women. Black women.
Lively communities without too much dogma. Lots of dancing, joy and singing. Social values instead of oppression.
Caring instead of spreading fear.
I really think ALL religions would be much better off with singing Black women in the lead.
The light churches are most often run by women. Black women. Dancing. Singing.
Women Who Run with the Wolves
This is my personal taste of religion, my friends. My storytelling. My myths. My books of truth and wonder. My fairytales full of wisdom and personal growth without spreading fear.
Clarissa is the female, American Carl Jung. A first-generation American psychoanalyst. She’s full of intuition. Gives me all the recipes for ‘Do it myself’. Independence. Daring. Courage. Guts full of microbes. And the vast wisdom of my black and white uncles and aunts.
“It takes a village to raise a child”
And I’m glad my May (5) is not only raised by me… or by God or Mohammed. Let her be raised by all Maria Magdalenas and decide for herself if she wants to be a sex worker or not when she grows up.
Maya Angelou was a sex worker’s Madam. She protected prostitutes.
And she’s my all-time favorite poet and wise woman.
“Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room”
— Maya Angelou — Still I Rise
Oil wells, yesssssssss…
Black lava coming out of the earth. Lotus flowers grow best in dirt and mud and soil microbes. Yes-nodders are pumping out the black gold to be poisoning our rivers…
Stupid yes-nodders… These machines must be white males.
Hihihi…
No, thank you. I’d rather think for myself and pump up my own oil…
Wanna know more about the spinning rock? About why my May has no father? Or about me?
Buy me a coffee. Talk to me. Let’s be friends…
