5/12/2020 0 Comments ChristThis is what I have to say about Christ.
My Christ...would not come back and make me " say uncle ". My Christ...knows exactly how many have been killed " in his name ". My Christ...Is nameless. My Christ....is Ayoa. Aloha. Aho. Akua. Ashe. Allah . Alofa. Ase. Arie. Atooi. Apu. Acken. Aman. A....womb´ Ann. When I was young I was taught I had to pray to Jesus and always say, " In Jesus´ name, Amen " so that I could be heard and my prayer could be protected. As I grew, many, many, many would ask, " Who is your god? ". Later...as I became wombAnn..." In Jesus´´ name " began to sound like..." say my name, bitch ". Say my name and I will save you from all the havoc I have brought to your doorstep. Say my name and it will all go away. Jesus....Is an egotistical violent maniac. Not my Christ. I`´´ ´ve cried the tears in gnosis that my family and i are probably off to different heavens. I watch the Cosmic Dance Floor in my minds eye...and I picture them there...flowing...free in their more joyous, and creative forms. Dresses flowing....hair spinning...cheeks aglow. I´m weaving that reality quick as a stick bug everyday...But that doesn´t mean it will ever take root. Where I´m from...All the Avatars are Equal. Krishna is there. Buddha. Tara. Freyja. Lakshmi. Ganesh. Vesta. Quetzalcoatl. The god and goddess peacock. The Spirit of the Aspen. The tomato elves. The Golden Fish Queen. Yemajya and Pepper and Dr. Olive´´´´ Era the 3rd. Christ is here too. But he is a yogi now. He lets others speak. He ALWAYS hears me. And even though he has no name... He is the space between all the other names. He is all the tears that have been shed. We don´t make him talk about it. But sumtimes...he sings. And one thing is certain: he for damn sure isn´t coming to your aid to answer any more calls to violence. He´´´´´´´ is one of us. And together....we just gonna yogini on /\
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