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One artist that is basically my mentor said to me “when our ancestors came here they had nothing so they had to unpack themselves”. She attributes this quote to someone else tho. I forget how much of who I am is just my DNA coding, baked into my fiber. Like when we “pour some out” for the beloved and departed that’s just libations, the heavy bass/drum (although artificial) takes me to the war drum of the continent. I simultaneously mourn the incalculable theft of potential and greatness of our deeply alive people, land and world while also understanding the cyclical nature of being. I’ve just been seeing myself reflected and us all reflected in the brilliance and strength of our ancestors. So much of who we are is literally encoding within us and manifests in these extremely creative and beautiful reflections. So then Sankofa is just rearranging our reflections to see the truth, divinity, beauty and supreme in us. I think about how we are all aspects of the Supreme, or like, extensions of this Source. Fragments -or at least that’s how I see it at this point in my development. But I feel deeply blessed to be a Black human, a Black woman. I mean I can’t blame everybody for stealing our identity .. I would be clamoring for a different history if I came from caveman beasts and then discovered us too. But as I grow – I expand, learn, apply the knowledge, ascend and then be forced to deconstruct everything just to build on what’s the most true from an elevated place (until infinity) I wonder what our Source is learning about itself. I genuinely wonder how the Sun sees itself.
