It’s October 14, 2019, what many call “Columbus Day” and many more have reclaimed as “Indigenous Peoples Day.” It’s been a bittersweet, somber autumn day where the name “Columbus” has taken on in-depth conversation, satire, and conjured pain. So far I can trace my family lineage 6 generations from my genealogy research and my family include what is called “Aboriginal Indigenous” or first Americans. What would seem boastful is rather tinged with bittersweet feelings, anxieties, and uneasy emotions. For those labeled “Black” in America there is a hint of systematic emotional and historical repression.
We live in a paradoxical duality created by colonialist imperialism cloaked in a 527 year old New World Order. Columbus Day? It was the expulsion of the Moors from Al Andalusia in 1492 that set Columbus off to colonize pre-existing Moorish Empires and free aboriginal people of the Americas. Great trade routes and cities extending into South America, Central, and North America (North Amexem) became war torn zones existing over centuries. Illustrating the most massive continental genocide in human history set in motion by the sword of a pen and written stamp of The Doctrine of Discovery sanctioned by Pope Alexander VI one of many political, legal, spiritual Papal Bulls laying claims to land, identity and religious rights on the coasts and shores of the Americas. This would become a global phenomenon where the dark indigenous people of the world would become not only subjects, but wards of state, and sink to castes of animals and property.
For many of our Indigenous Ancestors both from the Native American (Bering Straits lineage) and Aboriginal Indigenous (“Copper colored” ancient lineage) they suffered some of the worlds most inhumane atrocities that continue to this day (as Native American and “Black” Americans) under the subjugation of modern White Supremacy steeped in the “legal, political and spiritual justification of land seizure and Christian superiority.” Let us not forget that it was Virginia law which legally reclassified thousands upon thousands of “copper colored” “mulatto” “free” people of Aboriginal Indigenous ancestry into “negro” “colored” “black” and ultimately “African American” classifications. Let us also presuppose that “black” is synonymous with the legal implications lacking any real civil rights, human rights, or sovereignty to land nationality. Thus having this mixed lineage genealogy as a status, identity, and nationality is where the real ‘blurred lines’ seem to stem — from a distortion of history and historical records.
Spiritual Warfare in the Americas
Supplanted Cognitive Dissonance. There’s been a powerful repression and oppression of voice, identity, and truth on American soil. Let us say that many of our Ancestors voices have been scrubbed from history books and a supplanted false identity, false historical timeline, and false memory has (or had) replaced their truth. Their stories have not been told on a large scale. To speak their names, i.e., tell the truth is often academic suicide steeped in taboo of labels, skepticism, and “pseudo” titles and name calling. Yet pull up (or rather dig out) any ancient American “first people” artifact from the lands of North American mound builders, civilized tribes (so called Seminole, Choctaw, Cherokee, Chickasaw, Creek), to Lenape or “First People” Mayan (Olmec), ancient Brazilian, or Peruvian and you will see thick lipped, wide nosed, kinky haired dark skinned and copper colored people who look very much like the myriad of mislabeled African American ascendents (decedents). We are the same people!
I am in college classrooms to date and hear no mention of the Moors contribution to architecture or ANY real scholastic honesty in probing “ancient” “black” “African” “Aboriginal” “First Peoples” contributions to world or global civilization. I am in a class of silence where I seem “to Know” in a sea of deadening deafening bodies of indoctrinated dogma. In fact there are more “alien” theories and conspiracies than any showing of real, bonafide artifacts which alone prove people who looked like me where already here hundreds, thousands, even millions of years ago in North America, South America, Central America, as well as, Africa, Asia and Europe. Because I am a student of Anthropology and reeducate my miseducation I am in contact with primary sources that show and prove the aforementioned and later – “we were here, we existed, we still exist, we are still here!”
Libations & Letting Go
First let me say, today, I lit a white candle, poured libations and spoke the names of My Ancestors from the continents of North America, South America, and the Caribbean whose journeys include Central America’s Gulf Coast and Atlantic Ocean (and the African Continent). Secondly, I will say, I have names and receipts! Yet just a few years back, not only did I faintly believe in the false plagiarized Haley Roots African-(only)-American ancestry history, I had debated with others about the validity of my own “Native American” ancestry or its existence thereof. “Your DNA is so mixed because you come from slaves.” I was told by a Facebook friend in 2016, “very little “aboriginals” existed in North America, blacks came from Africa by way of ships during the Trans Atlantic Slave Trade routes.” It wasn’t that I didn’t believe the Trans Atlantic Slave Trade existed at all, just NOT the way it was told to millions of elementary and college students. There was something that plummeted my solar plexus and I knew beyond a shadow of doubt that not only was that something not right, but my personal family story didn’t fit into that one-history fits all fictitious legend we had all agreed was fact and collective memory. I lit candles and I let go of the false histories.
I’m so thankful many are truly awakening in this woke Aquarian Age. We are here to remember who are Ancestors truly are; to awaken their memories, their stories, and speak their names restoring their proper personas and identities. Truth be told, They Existed. Truth be told, We Are our Ancestors. We are the memories. They exist within us. We are not separate from them; but One With!
I’m just 24 hours· after “completing” my Mississippi Mound builder archeology project and I use· that word· loosely these days , because I am always finding (discovering) new information that expands my perspective, knowledge, and understanding of our human past· and familial lineage . What turned out to be· only 12 pages turned into a whooping 50 pages leaving my Lyft driver to question· if i was in a graduate degree·program· or undergrad program· . What happened is the more I ‘dug’ , the more I found , and had to add· to the project· ! (And I wanted to add MORE ! ! but time· and technology wouldn’t permit· me to do· so ! )
I am so thankful I went through the ups and downs in this class· . As I reached the end· , my Mac gained incredible supernatural-paranormal powers which seemed to interfere· with even editing these PowerPoint and Word documents . (I recorded it because who would believe me!? haha)
Mississippi Mound Builders test animation
My recent test with animating the Mississippi Mound Builders project found an app that so far is working pretty well. Writing a script and adding sound hopefully in the same app or iMovie or Premiere. Be right back…
Final Project Grades
In the end, however , I got a whooping B+ (only because I turned it in late· with all the issues I had). Not my usual A+ but, nevertheless , like my first and second anthropology· courses have enriched my life in such a way that I no longer see our world, history, or our story the same ! I plan· to share· more… will keep you posted !
I don’t allow society or the ‘norm’ whatever that is to dictate my health, mind, or body – “She” belongs to me! ~ Ria
Seeing Your Hard Work Take Shape
So I woke up this morning no alarm slightly sore but glowing! Last night was an emotional day. I was releasing some unacknowledged pain and sadness I thought I’d already released during this New Moon, Full Moon, Moon Eclipse, Equinoxes, Blood Moons (- smirking- ) these past few months have been eye-opening and full of personal truth and resolution. Spiritual transformations and physical transformation! I was feeling a bit sorry for myself, when I decided to pick up my bags (literal and metaphorical) and head for a swim. Surely that water would help clear my head and aid my spirit. I looked at my app and realized I had another work out before my Rest Day. Yesterday being Leg Day, I was still slightly sore but in need of some transformation. Day 9, Chest and Triceps!
This facility I hadn’t been to in months (maybe a year aside from the pool) had expanded. I was so surprised and excited once I discovered they had added new equipment even though tiny in room size, this gym was equipped with everything and more. Kettlebells, dumbbells, free weights, olympic bars, curl bars, tricep bars, hex bars, smith machines, mats, medicine balls, Bosu balls, exercise balls, weighted balls, massage balls! :‑O
It was an athletic dream aside from the Marine base gym I visited last year. This gym for the local public was dope! And I’m thinking how to make this a permanent gym while in the area because Planet Fitness is “ehhh!”
I’m so amazed at how this transformation is taking shape- literally! ~ Ria
Knowing What You Need and Listening to Your Body
In addition to the workout above, I added an abdominal routine! That left me sweating before my swim and jacuzzi session. I will do this routine at least 4-5 times a week because it made my total routine complete. My abs are the hardest for me to loose and I realize that if I don’t focus on their development “it aint gonna happen!” After twin boys and a daughter and several C sections my abdominal wall split from its natural anatomy and unfortunately my pregnancies left me with extra skin that never stretched back to shape. Something like a Kate and 8 the mother (Kate Gosselin) who had the 8 babies and had to have an abdominoplasty to return her stomach to its original size, look, and aesthetic.
My Secret Body Shaming
I was told by plastic surgeons I have a 6 pack under my extra skin! “Yuk,” “Yikes” and “Wow!” all at the same time. I was blown away at their comments “We had another very young women your age who did quite well! You have a fit body type.” This was at my 150lb body-weight at my initial consultation. I’ve pretty much been in a secret self body shaming cycle for the past ‘few’ years since taking on fitness and gave up a few times because my abdominal section just wouldn’t budge beyond the rock hard underneath the childbearing scaring.
I kept this in dire secret never telling a soul and its affected so much of my life including my sexuality and intimacy! I’ve since decided to say “Fuck it! I‘m gonna keep going no matter what and see what happens to the rest of my body!” I have to see how far I can go. No, I have no interest in competing professionally or turning into a professional body builder! I just want to be REALLY FIT for my body type and my ideal look and feel, sorta like a Jada’s-mom-fit, Angela-Bassett-fit aesthetic look! I have to defy my “age” and the societal norms that say being over 40 is old, and being ‘old’ means out of shape and struggling with dis-ease. (Especially in the Black community!) I say “NO” to the mental programming. I am choosing a lifestyle that is serving my highest good and the rest will follow and fall into place. This is for no one else but me – I owe myself this opportunity to shine!
Finding the Right Facility for Your Goals
I usually try to cover up during my workouts, I wear hoodies and zip up to my neck! While at Planet Fitness this week around 11pm (after work) I was surrounded by group of young Arab men who continuously commented on my physical “attributes.” Their comments made me so uncomfortable I gathered my water bottle and exited the gym. This new facility, however, was safe and well equipped for the novel fitness person as well as for the school athlete or military veteran all of whom were present yesterday evening. It’s important to find the right facility for your goals and comfort level- not all are created equal so be objective, envision, and plan for your workout sessions accordingly.
I say “NO” to the mental programming. I am choosing a lifestyle that is serving my highest good and the rest will follow and fall into place. This is for no one else but me – I owe myself this opportunity to shine! ~ Ria
The Heart of Transformation
When I woke up and looked in the mirror my arms looked like well-sculpted parts of someone else’s body!!! I was blown away at how I had changed since January being closer to 150 lbs at 5 foot 0 inches. I don’t have a morning pic but a photo from last week I will share (pictured above). I’m so amazed at how this transformation is taking shape- literally! I am determined to be 50 and fabulous (in just a few short years ahead!) I really didn’t mind my 150 lbs body to be honest, “thick” is trendy and desirable these days so women at almost any size feel appreciated, loved, and happy with their body type and weight. For me, however, I wanted to simply ‘see’ what transformation looks like on me. I am proving to myself that I can go all the way to make significant gains on my own terms and in my own “time.” Plus I have a goal (image) in my head that wont disappear no matter how lazy or non motivated I get from time to time. I get back up and get back in and keep it moving. I keep hearing the voice “You can do better! You’re more than this!” And its this voice that keeps me on this focus of self-transformation and consistency.
I really didn’t mind my 150 lbs body to be honest, “thick” is trendy and desirable these days so women at almost any size feel appreciated, loved, and happy with their body type and weight. ~ Ria
Fit in Progress Pics
I can actually see the difference in my body shape taking form. I was afraid my arms would get too muscular and have me looking like a little man woman but they are actually looking good, still feminine, but slightly defined and toned. I love ♡ it! A few more tweaks and it’s all maintenance from here!
If I can inspire just one person to eat healthy, exercise, and continue to learn (mentally and spiritually) then I’m doing my job here on this planet Earth!
Neuroplasticity speaks to the ability to rewire the brain through forming new connections via stimuli (expanded environment) activating synapses to strengthen cortical organization systems, synaptic (neuro) connections, and even cortical remapping.
“Pushing our self past our boundaries of limitation and extreme, sometimes to something that knocks off our comfort zone, it creates new neuro pathways with our brain, we become smarter, wiser, more clarity, our life becomes more fulfilling. Only because we have a totally new experience. We get a new brain with that. Neuroplasticity” ― Angie Karan
wisdom of the elders
As I was walking from The Mall (Washington, DC) to the metro, I was approached by an older woman with a mix of glowing goddess, mother wisdom, and dingy crone. Ironically, she looked eerily like an older sister (or cousin) to Jada Pinkett Smith so much so that I not only asked if they were related, but insisted that they being from Baltimore had to be secretly related! Her mannerisms, her voice, eye color, facial features, finger pointing, head rolls, foot stomps, and satirical laughter all told my spirit this was a far off cousin to sister Jada (and it spooked me when she said they had no family ties). I still don’t believe it! I will call her Jada’s Twin and Tridevi (interchangeably throughout this story).
She looked like she had walked a few miles covered in body sweat and with a shirt unusually dirty for just a walk or jog around The Mall. Initially, I mistook her for a homeless woman, but what she afforded me was one of the most priceless spiritual encounters I’ve had to date! When you begin to elevate your life in such a way that you start living on a higher vibration those encounters with people take on a whole new meaning; impressions, experiences, and the people you meet speak to you very differently than the norm. Messages are strongly felt. You wonder how in the hell she knew exactly what you were going through or where you are in life. You can’t believe this person is offering you the best advice and wisdom you’ve ever received for right now in the now. And you realize it’s not only coming from her, but through her from a higher source. That you are indeed experiencing a magical moment in time.
Jada’s twin soul spoke to me the way a mother speaks to a child with respect, nurture, and strength! When I revealed my age, she laughed, “Girl imma have to get your ID, on that one? You remind me of my younger days with the hot pants and the head-wraps of the 70s! You looking like you stepped right out the 70s!” Her stories were examples of what a woman must live up to (at any age), the power we posses, how it our duty to give back to our community creatively – to reach and teach the young, to connect with the generations after us to fill the void that social media and fake news has programmed and socialized human behavior.
She spoke of our unique struggle in America from her days in the 60s of the Civil Rights Movement to what is happening to our collective psychology and women’s self esteem, identity, and distorted perception of self. She reinserted the need for our activism in the beautiful struggle we are born into while residing in America and as global citizens around the world, the responsibility and accountability we must continually be winning no matter what challenges we face. We are to get back up, strategize, and play our part with love in our hearts, carrying our deep sense of knowing within us, stand on our square, and speak for our Ancestors and Children’s children.
In our short time together we spoke of grace and she reminded me that walking with humility and empowerment is also surrender to god, the higher force within us all. How to listen and obey god and the art of surrender was necessary to balance our spiritual and emotional well-being, physical health, and maintain success.
What was so remarkable to me was her way of speaking and teaching through a story of example. She never said “this is what you should do” or asked” what role are you playing Sis?” She only referenced her personal history, her daughter’s struggle in the corporate fashion world and how (because of her mother’s and grandmothers strong beliefs and teachings) she continues to stand firm on her square to be a voice for those who don’t either have a voice or the consciousness to understand.
As we walked from the gold sandy dirt off the National Mall grounds, she led me South West to the edge of a beautiful outdoor garden I had never seen or known to reside. It was unlike the other gardens I had been that week, this one was not only appealing to the eyes, but allured with the most inviting aromas which I wanted to taste as I did as a child when I’d pick flowers to eat while in the woods alone. This Tridevi had afforded me with a luxury of wisdom to chew on as I made my way to the metro and driving back home; i ate and pondered, ate and agreed, ate and released, ate while reconciling, ate and gave thanks that this magical meeting occurred at just the right time, on just the right day, at just the right moment in my life. I am forever grateful and realize the power of making sacred kinnections (connections) while on your journey. And look forward to when I can be of service and pay it forward to a younger sister in need of Tridevi ageless goddess wisdom. 😉
Ria Sweetraw | NaturalSelfGoddess ™♥ Blog travels to Washington, DC to visit the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History, Annenberg Hall of Geology, Gems, & Minerals. In awe of the massive gemstones and minerals from around the globe, particularly the amount of stones from Brazil (Brasil), Mexico and South America, this montage pays hommage to those Ancestors. The autochthonous tribes of the Ancient MesoAmerican Indigenous cultures and ancient Mayan Inca Aztec tribes in Mexico, Costa Rica, Guatemala, and Panama whose origins and bones are buried deep within the land of those regions. Feeling compelled to not only remember but to share their memories with everyone. I am another You! xo ~ Ria ( Daria)
Happy August! That Blood Moon ( Full Moon Eclipse) has provided some powerful shifts and I’m so thankful for this growth, wisdom, sight, and the myriad of opportunities! So much has been happening since my last post (so much I don’t post). I am working on creating a blog post schedule to keep up with my daily life, what I’m doing, eating, writing, studying, etc. Everything brand new! (Wink) I’ve been beading making new waistbeads with greater gratitude and intention, beaded anklets, men’s bracelets (from some requests), and getting back on my fitness routine for the ending of summer into the autumn time.
I know I’m late to the party, but I just discovered the delicious Oyster Mushroom (Fake Fried Chicken) dish! Oh heaven (haha!) I also have fallen in love with Sunwarrior plant based protein adding this to my green drinks! Chlorella is my best friend (the supplement of choice). I’m crazy over Wolfberries aka Goji Berries as a snack! I’ve been studying vibrational medicine and the vibration of Essential Oils in healing through my Aromatherapy Practitioner certification course! Im also retaking some earlier alternative healing courses like Herbalism and Wild Harvesting, Crystal Healing, Nutrition and Vegan, Plant-based courses, Yoga, as well as, new courses like REBT Life Coach certification, Reiki 1, 2, and Master Certification, and others,to explore, discover, and retouch upon knowledge and recertification.
I will be able to offer some of these services and create classes for community as a way of giving back (Karma Yoga). What other form of gratitude could one have but to give gifts of healing, love, and creative abundance!
Over the weekend I had the pleasure of witnessing my niece, Allison Tellez, age 8, compete at The Royals Invitational at Stafford High School.
It was my first-ever live gymnast meet and to be honest, I’m rather hooked. I wish my kids were still young enough to learn and join in the fun. At the age of four Allison and her younger sister were proving to me that they could do every yoga asana I showed them. But this weekend it was Allison who asked me if I could do the Natarajasana, full splits and Padmasana! I was embarassingly sore from that morning’s body sculpting session and did a poor attempt at “Cosmic Dancer” leaving a cracking sound in the air which drew giggles and ridicule. Of course, a flexibility challenge has ensued where all 3 yogi poses will be accomplished by yours truly per our next gymnastics meet. (I better be ready, cause this cutie is brutal! lol)
Congrats to Allison who won 5 medals at the Royals Stafford Invitationals. Unfortunately, she refused to wear her 3rd, 4th and 5th place medals because according to her mother, Faja Tellez, “she’s used to winning 1st and 2nd place medals, this is rare!” I, however, thought she did a fantastic job representing her team, gymnastics school and family! Goo Allison!
In June, I took an impromptu road trip through the state of Georgia. Unlike Virginia, I knew very little of the back roads, paths, rivers, creeks, state parks and landscapes Georgia has to offer. And i was in “need” of some form of Nature relief so I packed my trunk with what was initially a ‘day trip’ turned into a 3 day adventure from Augusta to the mountains of Amicalola Falls to the coastal marshes of Tybee Beach Savannah Georgia. I wanted to search the waters of Georgia and to feel out this land and its historical past. The past of my father’s ancestors and find more connection.
I was in my last week of my fitness program and surging full steam ahead. Emotionally I was feeling drained from the mundane and needed a “Soul+filled” experience centered around Nature. As a child, nature had always shared with me a glimpse into a kind of symbiosis – a deep healing thankful breath and whisper at the trunk of trees, a hug or thankful smile I might offer for simply being in its presence, extreme gratitude and love for each variety of species my eyes would discover. Nature had taught me to meditate when I was just eight years old turning inward from a very highly emotional dysfunctional family environment I learned that inward breathing not only slowed my nervous system but awakened me to the wondrous world around me. Nature was my ally, teacher and church. And throughout my adult years, I would always find my way back to her /him when the modern world whirled in confusion and left me feeling anything but centered in peace. So I put on my workout gear, packed my car, filled my gas tank and set out for the unknown. A mini road trip into the mountains of Georgia was calling me and off I went. GPS set for Amicalola Falls through Dawsonville, through Etowah country, through Dahlonega country, in the Chattahoochee National Forest, through Cherokee Native American land. And with all the markers and talk of the Appalachian Trail I instinctively knew without having to google or search an internet keyword that some historical atrocities had taken place where I now stood.
I was later reminded I was in Cherokee and Yamasee indigenous land. Ive always been a ‘special’ child with ‘special’ vision you can call it bit psychic with much empath intuitive gifts. As a child I could tell you insights into the future, see events of past, present and future but as an adult these gifts became more like a burden and I closed them off to mere feelings and visions rather than visits or direct talk with the dead or other shamanic abilities. Perhaps this was in my own folly at not truly recognizing my own unique gifts and empowerment. Or that such “gifts” could in fact be used to serve humanity and help others but as I was drawn into the norms of working society ideas of shamanism closed to day to day survival for my family. And an age old tradition was closed off (for a time) by smaller bursts of these mystical ‘insights’ and flashes of ‘truth’ and visions and dreams that connected me to Indigenous tribes, communities and healers who in the Dream World showed me miraculous secrets of the world we choose to be blind to in our day to day mundane tasks. But here I was being called by “spirit” once again to a place unknown to me in this lifetime to Amicalola “Tumbling Waters” as the Cherokee called it. Where I later learned was also part of the Trail of Tears. Dahlonega the “Gold Rush” town in North Georgia was in fact a starting point for this push off, out and onward toward Oklahoma where over 20,000 Chicksaw, Creek, Cherokee, Seminole, Choctaw, Muskogee and other tribes and Black and Brown people of color walked and perished between 1830 and 1850.
What I felt and saw were brown and black people (ancestors) traveling the most rugged terrain and extremes during very difficult oppressive times in America. These Native Americans and Free Blacks and escaped Slaves who were forced to leave their homelands for the unknown—those who made it and those who died along the way! In some ways, I could feel their agony and others their resilience. The deep lines of Americas historical extremes were strong in that national park once marked as indigenous sacred land in a very different time. When I looked over the man made railing it was so steep that anything that would mistakenly trip would surely fall feets to its death. Only in movies like Indiana Jones or Romancing the Stone had I ever seen any type of terrain like this almost an amazonian type of depth with less dense forestry. Even in my native Guadeloupe rain forests and Soufrière mountains, I hadn’t (to date) come across land as steep in these Amicalola mountains 729-foot falls of the 829 – acre lands. I was both enchanted and horrified simultaneously.
I kept saying silently ‘this land is sacred’ looking up at the healing waters and wanting (naturally) to enter these waters to cleanse or even baptize my over burdened spirit. The duality of hatred of skin, race and culture carried upon the backs of these Colored Trail of Tears were embraced with a kind of unconditional ever-flowing love of Mother Earth and all her children flourishing upon the very deaths of those warriors, victims and survivors. As I witnessed both tragedy of the past and beauty of the present butterflies came to play and dance while Bees extracted nectar from blossomed flowers — each partaking in the rhythmic exchange of life! Such immense beauty exuding beyond the historical darkness. And what struck me most were these seemingly opposing forces melded together in the harmonic essence within the forest. What was once tragedy was blissfully flourishing. And in this pristine well groomed well guarded space I realized and saw this for myself with my own eyes, heart and soul.
It was a hot day when I arrived in the Falls and miles leading up to the park were confederate flags hanging from homes and shops that not only caught my attention but spooked me into an uneasy “i better get out of here” type of vibe. Although the park had lodging, I felt vulnerable and almost like prey in territory I was unfamiliar. It saddened me and I inwardly smirked that this kind of energy was so prevalent in such a once sacred site. Within my being I knew that Native and Indigenous peoples came to this Falls for healing and sacred ceremony where steep mountains celebrated with the mysteries of the waters and birthed a kind of life and rejuvenation- this was Healing waters that I needed to taste, to immerse my spirit, my body to heal my mind, my body and soul and yet there were signs and gates everywhere telling us we could not enter that in a way we were not truly welcome. And it seemed more like these “nature” energies were being held hostage then being preserved or even free. It saddened me that man was not able to self-govern himself or his behavior from destroying this land and being at peace or one with it and had to have such drastic measures to ensure its ecological survival. But surely if he could not value human life how could this kind of mind and spirit value plant life or water life or air life? When truly they and we were (are) all one web of life. It saddened me that I didnt feel welcome on land that was once maintained and guarded by other brown and dark people who looked like me and members of my family. This is the legacy that is kept alive in America for which it is paying for today. Instead of true healing and holding shame and resolve for its brutal past, the entitlement of such savagery is upheld as a tradition of pride and place in society among the diverse people of this land and country. In a way this is a perfect July 4 article raising questions to past present and the future of where our country is heading. There are the young and so many others who wish for this country to move forward and beyond the mental, political, physical, socio-economic, racial hatred of the past and yet the underlying legacy of this indebted slavery upon which this country was founded pops up all over the place all the time reminding you sometimes subliminally but too often in your face front and center to the very core and heart of your being. It is like the dark satan we were brainwashed into believing to be flaming his pit of fire in the depths of hellish moments of time when the real demonic force is truly everything and anything that opposes life, love, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, growth of responsible technology, trees and the equilibrium of bees!
In my love of Nature and love of Man, I truly pray (affirm) that we one day come together in respect for our survival, equality and equilibrium in this very delicate web of balance of our ecological systems, monetary systems, health and mental body systems, technology and spiritual systems. It may not be in my life time but I am hopeful that these cycles the ancients spoke and wrote of will come to pass and this new age will lift the debts and burdens of our ignorant past into an true age of enlightenment in which the all thrives in more harmonic states of being.
In Love, In Light, In Courage, In Freedom! (happy 4th of July) 😉
Question to Mr. Henry Louis Gates, Jr.
“WHY DON’T YOU KNOW
YOUR REAL HISTORY!??”
(after watching a few episodes of his show, Finding Your Roots,
with Bill Hader and Keenen Ivory Wayans, Mr. Gates, You Pissed Me Off!)
Race Rant #1: No black people are not all descendant of slaves Mr. Henry Louis Gates let us remember the Moors in Europe hence Queen Charlotte and De Medici of Rome, why this man exhausts me with his “I’m helping you reveal your DNA Ancestry! Oh you have African in your DNA –ohh that was some slave late night going on?” chuckling.
How about the dialogue with Keenan Ivory Wayans. “We found that on your Mother’s side your DNA shows no African DNA, but South East Asian DNA, yes, by way of the slaves of Madagascar! (?)
Wow Mr. Gates, you honestly telling me you did not do ANY real history training up at Harvard?
Why don’t you know of the Mons, the Xia, the Naga, the Funan, the Mani, the Olmecs, to name a few Dr. Gates?
Okay so let’s just skip the Moors who birthed the Renaissance prior to their expulsion from Granada (1492) and let us take a look to South East Asia ( 1500 – 1000 AD). Simply take a tour to Angkor Wat Khmer (Land of Khm) let us look at the etymology of the word “Khm” and its many derivatives “Khem” “Kham” Kem” as in “Khemit” “Kemet” derived from “KMT” in what modern man calls the same region Egypt. The phonetic value of Km has no less than 24 terms the primary meaning “Black” while “KM.T” was known as the “land of the Blacks”.
In fact, it is noted by many scholars that the name “Angkor” it self is derived from
“Ankh – Hor” or “Ankh-Horus” (Life Force of Heru) Horus or Heru being the Kemetic God of Osiris (Asr) and Isis (Ast) of its sister city Egypt.
During this time, the Mayan and many Ancient Americas pyramids were also constructed and erected. In fact these temple sculptures are perfectly mathematically ‘aligned’ to temples all across the planet, including Angkor Wat, Teotihuacán (Pyramid of the Sun), Chichén Itzá, Giza, Mounds in Ohio, Machu Pichu, Thames, and so many more from Europe throughout the Americas (South and North), Asia, and Africa, along ley-lines, meridians, and vortexes around the world.
I just wish the new Google filters allowed me to find the rich information and data I was able to find back in 1999 and in the early 2000s! Nonetheless, this will be a project for me when I visit or return to the DMV (Washington, DC, Virginia, Maryland area) and renew my Library of Congress, Main Room, Researchers Library Card. 😉
But okay back to Angkor Wat and Angkor Thom, both in Cambodia, Mr. Gates check out ancient China, Vietnam, Korea, Thailand and Nepal what do they all have in common? The Black Buddha! This is NOT an Ego fest it an illustration of just some historical facts and data that are already and readily available despite the decades of attempts to distort, hide, and deface the truth of our global history.
Arent we just ready to move the fuck on? Confront all the pain, loss, rape,
Surprise Mr. Gates! There is evidence of Black people who did NOT descend from the anals of the Atlantic Slave Trade but there is more on (pun intended) documented evidence that these Blacks in Asia were of Black Royalty and celebrated and venerated as Spiritual Gods (the Blue-Black Blooded Ancient Ones) who foundedBuddhism, Confuciusism, established the royalty in Asia, who taught the healing sciences, alchemy and chemistry, architecture, and mathematics, agriculture and even Martial Arts just to name a few.
Even ancient India had Mohenjo Daro, Harappa, Mehrgarh, Lothal and of those cities nations, the Naga supernatural “draco/dragon” tribes of Lanka (Sri Lanka) (among many others noted in the Ramayana and Mahabharata ) where Krishna (the Blue-Black One) originated from ancient India’s Indus Khush, these regions were noted as being identical to the Ethiopian aka “Egyptian” Napata Kushites in Africa!
In fact, Krishna of the Hindu, Rig Veda was identical to the God Amen (Amon-Ra/Amen-Ra) of Ancient Egypt (Kemet/KMT) in Thebes. To my amusement Keenan Ivory Wayans reply was laughter with a “I’m a Black Chinese!” Uhh perhaps ‘he’ did further his History research Mr. Gates cause you sure as hell have not!
This is just but a tip of an iceberg waiting in plain site to avalanche the whole of our dummed-down, hum-drum inaccurate history that you so easily perpetuate as fact Mr Gates, we also have temples and ruins that bare jewels of mystic mathematical and astronomical questions and answers screaming to all mankind that ‘WE WERE HERE, WE ARE STILL HERE, and we were the Masters and Genius of Thought and Spiritual application using stars, sciences, and buried mysteries that have long been purposefully forgotten and secretly practiced by the powerful elite.
Speaking of the Power Elite, I lived directly across the street from the Scottish Rite Masonic Lodge in Washington, DC without even knowing what it meant until some 15 years later! On a side note, Washington, DC is a mathematical sacred geometric little Egypt on the Potomac and was designed by or rather completed by (no ‘diss’ Pierre Charles L’enfant) who by the way conveniently worked closely with Banneker during the “design” phase whom L’enfant has been credited for designing. Did I not mention Graham Bell has been quietly discredited for inventing the telephone? It was found out that he paid someone in the patent department to steal the light bulb patent initially invented by Antonio Meucci ! (Im just sayin’)
The Free Black Moor, Benjamin Banneker (Astronomer, Inventor, Scientist, Mathematician, Tobacco Plantation Owner, Author, Master Architect, Clock Maker, Land Surveyor, ) who designed 16th street and the whole of Washington, DC along meridian ley lines and power grids! He was no different than his predecessors (Ancestors) who designed and constructed Cordova!
Let me point out that during the constructing of both land and law of the United States in the 1700s, the so called founding fathers, George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, to name a few slave and land owners housed and befriended FREE BLACK AFRICANS like Banneker and Senator John Hanson (First Black President of the U.S. Continental Congress, 1781) who were both noted as being from Mali, Iberia and other FREE African nations AND of African Royal Blood families. Hence, during the preset of the American Atlantic Slave Trade these gentlemen and others whom history fails to mention were actually not enslaved along side the thousands or millions of misfortune slaves of the triad holocaust.
Why were they, unlike their contemporary captives who were sold and documented like chattel on the steps of the Capitol Hill and New York’s Wall Street, permitted t be separate, different and allowed the Rights denied by others of the same exact black skin that they too possessed? Because these men and many other unnamed historically forgotten Black men were among a social elite group of Free, African Royals, let’s suppose, a ‘Moor’ ( meaning ‘Black’) class who did read, write, add and subtract, legally own property, hold early public political offices, owned plantations, acres of American land, even purchase their own slaves!
These free men were integral parts to the formation of what we now consider early America from land architecture to political policy ! Before racism became the tool to control the global economics of and spiritual bodies (literally) of humanity. Some two thousand years after the expulsion of Moors in Spain’s Andalusia in the late 15th century. Free Black Men AND Women and their descendants lived freely in all parts of Europe (711 AD to 1491)!
So Mr. Gates why do insist of playing the cane-toting bafoon elder of our global history? (smh in sadness and disgust) exhale. [end of rant]
Okay.. Leo Full Moon surely I can let go of these ‘tiny’ slaps of injustice, it’s just the build up piled up like dog shit in a runners park after while the air of “entitlement” just gets outrageous and must be corrected for the balance of ALL along the path. (smile) Until then I will continue my mission of food justice, organic equality and the love train. (wink)
I guess I will be THANKFUL for You Mr Gates, Had you been a truly responsible elder in your position of power and authority I would have not responded so passionately and would not have spent my day gathering this quick research of facts and gorgeous Ancestral memory. It only reminded me of where I truly come from Cosmic Royalty, DNA that has Blue Black Royal Blood, DNA of Masters of Architecture, Mathematics, Astronomy, Maritime and Navigation, Irrigation and Agriculture, City Builders and Temple Spiritual Priests and Priestess, Ancestors who traversed 360 of this beautiful planet from West, to East, North and South, from the pole shifts of what has been buried beneath the ice and sea levels, from the core of planet’s center in Africa. Africans are the OLDEST so called race on this planet and have been here forever!
I will simply say “Thank You Mr. Gates! We know who we are and where we must go to truly be free of all Illusion.”
It’s 3 am and I am sipping on an eclectic array of African seeds I purchased this weekend while searching for a liquor store for my Ancestors. The later I’m sure sounds anything but normal but as in most African-centered religions or those by way of the Far East offerings of fruit, liquor, and other human delicacies are a close familial tradition of thanksgiving to Ancestors, the Dead and in truth the Immortal. So in my liquor hunt as the only spirits I indulge in are often watered down almost koolaide sweet Moscatos. I refrain from harsh liquors, alcohols and other substances that may alter my consciousness not for any religious restrictions. I am not religious. I’ve just always been ‘different’ kind of close to the Earth, sensitive to energy and the metaphysical phenomena. Those gifts I’ve had all my life quite naturally so I always figured why mess with what is natural? –So it was no surprise to find in the far right corner from the liquor wholesale store images of hookahs that caught our attention. It was as if the Ancestors were leading the way! Right next door there was this local market!
Herbs, Spices, Seeds, Fruits and More
There in that corner was a treasure trove of Ancient African, Indian and Middle Eastern seeds, spices, incense, figs, cashews, the most interesting short brown basmati rice, shelves of curries, cumins, corianders, chutneys, peppers, cinnamons, dates, dried apricots, more rows of incense and Ayurveda medicines! I was like a kid in a candy store, like my herbalist days at Howard on Georgia Avenue in the Blue Nile seeking the Elders advice. But this time with all that excitement, I let my “Instincts” do the choosing. I found the infamous Black Seed Kalonji oil, Argan oil from Morocco, Tea Tree, Eucalyptus, Neem oil, Neem powder, Neem toothpaste- (exhale). I was in awe of all the herbs and medicines I knew and the prices that seemed not only reasonable but especially non-gmo! Boom what a subtle treasure, i thought!
The Sum of Me In Kind
In this small very Southern town, the absence of Ethiopian Merkatos, African markets, Bodegas and Botanicas, and other international stores I have felt quite isolated from real culture. I never knew just how diverse and global I grew up. My lifestyle consisted of many different people from ALL walks of life; artists from Spain who played Cuban and African drums, decedents of ancient Mayans from Guatemala, Senegalese and Malian griots and dancers, Jamaicans, Eritreans and Ethiopians, Orthodox Greeks, families from Poland, Germans, Italians, of course aristocrats from France, not to mention the islands of every colonized tribe. I am truly a Rainbow Daughter feeling kinnected to the many, regardless of racial and tribal differences. And it’s evident in my food choices! The fact that I have a real preference for Nag Champa incense (Satya Sai Baba) version. Or that I’ve been chewing Fenugreek seeds for over 20 years had me in a kind of awe. I didnt grow up on these spices, these Mediterranean -Ancient Egyptian- old African foods that I cherish and I love! I re-introduced myself to them when I became a yoyo Vegetarian many years ago. Finding these spices in this traditional market allowed me to see aspects of my life journey. And I am thankful!
Grasping the NOW + Living In It!
I meant to share (post) over the weekend. I am learning to live more in the NOW then to try to overthink and orchestrate some marketing or blog type strategy. Social media is a phenomena I choose to indulge in ONLY in a way that allows me the Zen-like freedom if that can exists harmoniously. I’d rather be True to Self, Authentic, and Be Inside the Moment as it happens! If I can share these feelings, passions, ideas, moments with you – I will do so and allow for greater more intense expression, that is real and close to my heart. Less thinking, and rethinking, less pretense! There is so much I have held back for years! It’s the right time to simply be all that I am – no matter how contradictory I may seem. My day consisted of Working Out, then editing @Home Fitness videos where I’m envisioning myself transforming into my favorite Superhero and secretly sharing with a few Fitness Trainer friends how much I’m feigning for the Gym meanwhile I’m sipping on Cardamom and Fennel seeds thanking my Ancestors and realizing WE are all forever eternal in this Cosmic Dance of life, death and rebirth. I am inspired by beauty, by art, by spontaneity as well as deep thinking and blueprints.
And Loving this creative messy, tacky fumbling learning wrapped inside of wisdom and deep compassion is joy! So much Gratitude + Love ~ Ria Sweetraw Takharu 🙂