Little did she know it was exactly what I was doing! I entered the Masonic Temple for the first time in long memory. As I entered the hall that rivaled a fancy hotel or synagogue, I was overwhelmed by the long since gone that recognized me as my father's child. My Daddy, a man who was honored by the Masons. I remember helping him prepare his Prince Hall speech for if memory serves, Prince Hall Day. I was so proud as he spoke! My Daddy the handsome, sharp dressed orator.
Since that time the same Christians that had Masons & Easter Stars as highly coveted organizations now cried sacrilege & rarely even speak of them. Or the people that studied, worked & supported what they were taught was a noble endeavor.
As I took in the marble floors, grand staircase and furnishings I set my intention to dance down oppression, division, discord, dis-ease, fear and lack. In my Daddy's name I raised my hands above & gave thanks for the man that he is. I gave thanks for his complete recovery and longevity. Flashes of favorite moments with him came, words of warning and wisdom flowed past. The African drums began to pound as another song was included in the mix. I saw my ancestors standing looking across a great area of green spotted with jungle life. They laughed at the hypocrisy of our spiritual practices being stolen & synchrotised. They showed me symbols and sigils - secret meanings. And I new there was no malice. There was no evil agenda. There was only ignorance and fear, from the same hypocrisy that took my roots was now rewriting some of their own history and traditions.
I spun for Africa, I twirled for the US. I slowed to honor and acknowledge then added speed as I went into a praise dance. I praised for wellness, wholeness, longevity, peace, overstanding, compassion. I praised for my family & friends. I praised for my body which serves me well. I praised for my gifts & manifestations. I danced with Freedom.
Then in a state of ecstatic bliss I knelt down and listened. I listened to the music. I heard the breath of those around me and the whispers as the Divine met me in stillness to share all knowing.
So, I danced on my own grave against the fear of loosing those I love, fear of creating what I want, fear of the Christian hell. I danced on my grave and became magik~
