The answer to the question “why me?” is always “because you asked to be this person, and this is what this person has to go through, to become the person they’re meant to be.”
Any time you find yourself asking why you, remember that. I didn’t want to get raped, I didn’t have to get raped, but I did get raped. The fact that this happened – repeatedly – is all a part of the thing that makes me who I am. It’s an ugly part, but I think I’ve found a way to turn that ugly into something that makes sense with this blog.
I don’t know if the answer is God, for you, personally, I know it is for me. And Goddess.
For me, it’s many different spiritualities coming together to show me that literal majick is real and that it can be harnessed in the best possible way, for those who need it the most.
The idea that any God or Goddess could exist, gives me faith that human beings have the right to be whatever they need to be, to be happy, and to be of assistance to others.
I think that saying that humans are a reflection of the Gods they aspire to be is one thing, but actually behaving like a God is something else entirely. People love to talk about how arrogant the Gods are, how they don’t see God in their lives, and then they turn around and win an academy award, only to give thanks to the Audience.
No one stops to think that Gods are real, because we don’t see God in our lives, even as good things happen when we think that we don’t deserve to have good things happen. Are Gods real? I don’t know, probably, but I live as if they are because it gives me hope they might be. And I act accordingly because it feels like the next best right thing to do.
Me, I look around my community and I see Sikh people feeding the houseless, baking cookies until two in the morning, and serving hundreds of cups of coffee to stranded passengers.
I see Christians in my community creating safe spaces for people to sleep on cold winter nights, and I see all cultures working together to do the best they can for as many as possible, regardless of race, creed, color, nationality, size, or orientation.
The greed, the gatekeeping, none of that has anything to do with God. Or with a Goddess, it has to do with human beings wanting more than they currently have access to and doing anything and everything it takes, without boundaries, to get it.
When we set ourselves up for success with a small amount of gratitude, big things happen in our lives, and I know this because it’s happening to me even as I write this. I don’t know where I’ll end up ten years from now, but I know that what I’m doing right now in this moment, is going to be a part of whatever I become.
You can make adjustments in your life without God that will help you find peace, it doesn’t have to be the same Gods I believe in, but what’s most curious to me, is our inability as humans to accept that maybe, some cultures, know something we don’t.
Arrival. If you haven’t seen that movie – if you haven’t learned how many people need to work together toward a common goal – many people from many different walks of life, then I highly recommend you watch Arrival.
Because the problem with this planet is the “us vs them” mentality, that limits our ability to work together. We have to remember that we are a singular society, led by many people, who are supposed to answer to us, not the other way around.
Power to the people used to mean something, and it had nothing to do with God. It was all about the idea that certain people are attuned specifically to be able to be our leaders, and certain people want to be leaders but don’t have the skills necessary. That’s why we’re failing because instead of working together for a common goal we’re stuck in the “us vs them” mentality.
So many white folks think that Black folk hate them, in particular. There could be a white person reading this right now thinking “this person’s been abused by white people, she hates me, and they hate me.” This is how it starts.
This idea is that we have to hate each other, battle each other, and fight each other to be better, stronger, to be warriors. What if we’re meant to be artists and poets? What if we’re supposed to be frolicking through the hills singing and dancing and we only got here, because while fighting about whether or not God is real, we’ve forgotten to ask ourselves if we are?
Sending all my love,
Devon J Hall
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