The day before I was kidnapped in 2017 I was mopping the floor. I had a vision about a school in Honduras I had applied to teach at in 2016. I was supposed to be there by the end of August to begin teaching but my passport had been stolen and there was obstruction in my efforts to acquire a new one. I had seen that in the meantime they had hired an administrator who "looked" sort of like me. It was reminiscent of events that occurred at the end of 2008 through the end of 2009. It was the story of Q-Co and T-Poc. Do you know it?
The first time I met T-Poc he was being led in dance by a woman. The first time I met Q-Co in dance he was being led in dance by an elder man. I had no problem dancing with T-Poc; it was with Q-Co that my "problem" evolved. I asked to join the circle with the woman for T-Poc and she consented. It was in my temple, or rather, our temple. It was what it was. When I asked to join the circle the day that Q-Co was the dance, I was told later that he was "visiting" from elsewhere.
I knew the moves instrinsicly when she led; but I could not get my body to move in any manner comparable to the way the others were moving when he led. He said out loud that I "had to take responsibility for entering the circle." I was disturbed; I was offended. He did not want to hear it, I am sure, but my instinct was that SHE was supposed to be leading the circle, not him.
Later I kept having these problems with me and the "elder man." I would sit where it seemed natural for me to sit only to be told to move because it was the place for the "elder man." The next time, I actually was wearing the same clothing as the elder man. What happened? The first time I was a woman; I cried the whole time. I recall thinking "I do not know my language" so I could not sing the songs; l I just made sounds in rhythm. I was told at the end that that was considered to be a sacred thing. But after that...
I was the elder man in a woman's body. No one ever saw me dance after that second time in the circle.
Perhaps the problem I have is the elder men they let be the elder man.
They permitted slavery. They were slavers. And, it seems, so were some of the women.
And I cannot abide slavery.
I do not care how long ago it was. I do not care if there were those at the time who thought it was "part of our culture." You know, when you ask, you receive. In every instance just about, however long it takes, you find the evidence of the resistance to slavery.
Like that morning before I was kidnapped. See, at this school they said the youth were "medical translators." It did not hit me until that morning -- the school was allowing for the youth to be specialist translators for what? School credit?
Do you know how much a "medical translator" makes? I do. I used to know some. I listened as she talked about her "labor issues." I had even just spoken with a woman in the place wherein I was about assisting me with translation and that I would acknowledge her for credit at the rate of a medical translator; she told me after seeing my English presentation to use Google.
There is no such thing as "artificial intelligence" or "machine learning" and you all know it.
Before you are an elder man you are a young man. Before you are a mature woman you are a young girl. It just happens that way. Some of us are blessed with more than one ancestor to look after us. We each have an entire cosmoverse of stars that aligned special for each of us at the time we are born. Yes, each of us is that special. No one has the right to steal your stars and say they needed a "loan" on your stars, or that you are supposed to have other stars because someone, what, deserves YOUR stars more than you? A birth certificate is just a piece of paper, but it is also not just a piece of paper. It is also promise.
It happens over and over again.
I apologize. I am not available for Sam to stud out. He is using that piece of paper to try to "rent a boy" or two into a way of being they are not prepared for using someone else's stars.
Unfortunately, because he refused to honor his own I am refusing to be one of his stars and I am refusing to let him be one of mine.
It's that simple.
There is a whole universe that we needed to get to know.
Sam is the one who needed to get out of the circle.
Insofar as he insists on jumping the gun, I am deconvening the circle.
3:51 pm CST
July 6, 2022
CCC
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