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"If religion were true, its followers would not try to bludgeon their young into an artificial..."

"If religion were true, its followers would not try to bludgeon their young into an artificial conformity; but would merely insist on their unbending quest for truth, irrespective of artificial backgrounds or practical consequences."

- H.P. Lovecraft (via lazyyogi)

New person: what kind of music do you listen to? Me: the kind that makes you feel

New person: what kind of music do you listen to?
Me: the kind that makes you feel

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Are you against christianity? :/ because i really love your blog, But you recently posted a pic i was kind of confused about....was it a spliff made from a bible page? :(

I'm not actually, I was raised in Christianity, so though I don't follow it, there will always be a familiarity there.

About the photo, I reblogged it because it meant more to me than the initial "f*ck the bible" connotation. I saw it as a rejection of religious superiority and oppressors who use holy texts to justify their righteousness. Maybe you can see the other perspective now!

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"According to my people, I act smart, so I act white. So I can't be black and be smart because black..."

"According to my people, I act smart, so I act white. So I can't be black and be smart because black people are dumb? All this is is self hate! And to them its just acceptable because white people told us niggas not to read 300 years ago and now niggas telling other niggas not to read. What are we afraid of? It's like we think giving 100% means getting 100 lashes and my people don't even know that we are working with our oppressors. Just passing on the torch but we can't pass the bar. Because the bar has been set so low that we are crushing under the weight. And you expect me to cut class and get an F just to perpetuate the stereotype thats been instilled through this bullshit curriculum? Fuck I look like?!
I will never equate stupidity with my melanin nor will I ever sacrifice my skin for the white man's standards. So never ask that I speak for anyone but me, represent anything but what I stand for, and fight for anything but what I believe in. And if anybody ever expected me to do anything but be myself they got me fucked up."

- Kai Davis, Spoken Word

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There is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother's mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she's heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child's father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.

And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child's song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child's song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child's song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.

In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.

The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.

And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.

You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn't. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you'll find your way home.

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