An Open Letter to One I Love About Us

Good morning wonderful!!

How doth thoust dooth? jajaja

First things first, that deleted message ... if I don't tell you certain things, I can't trust that you have learned them; though I'm choosing to write the message instead.

Don't lie, about anything, it's not worth it. And there is an energy about lying ... you don't want to carry that energy. Though that's not always easy.

The Wheel of Time, the Aes Sedai are not able to lie, like they literally cannot do it ... so you learn how to artfully use words ... for instance, if someone were to ask, "When's the last time you talked to Canin?"

You could say, "We're not talking."

Because we aren't, we're sending each other messages. I use this only as an example, of how to artfully use words so as to not have to lie, while conveniently making environments easier to navigate.

(And the inverse of which, you learn how to ask the right questions ... what question do you need to ask in order to not allow someone to evade reply?)

Next, today is the day that white people celebrate the extermination of our people, and genocide overall. We don't need to throw it in their face, but ... that's the sentiment.

We can also remember that this is a time of harvest for those in the North, and we can celebrate that as well, the coming of the Winter Solstice ... the gathering of those we love, whether that be in our presence or in our hearts ... to give thanks for another year of work and growth and learning and togetherness.

In our hearts that is where we can be, while recognizing what is happening around us. You know that I have my political opinions, I do not wish to make them yours; you hopefully will grow to have your own.

Just don't be like Kamala Harris ... ahhh ...

That brings me to my next point ... When you visit, I will take you to Barrio Antioquia where you can get all the drugs you want ... then we'll walk by the set of hotels I walk past on my way to the Metro station, where the prostitutes work.

I want you to see them as real people capable of beauty, though forced to live in pain. You need to realize that you are the most privileged of our lineage, in all things; you do not need to carry guilt for that, but joy, we all worked our asses off so that you could have the opportunities that you do.

So now ... two things ... Black people ... for the most part, I get along with them quite well ... better the more time I spend in Colombia because we can see each other eye-to-eye ... we both know the game, it is what it is.

It is my privilege to not need to look towards Black nor white people as a source for my sense of direction as a human, I have my own ancestors upon whom I can rely. I do not expect anyone to implicitly trust me, though I am able to trust myself ... and diamonds are made under-pressure.

Ergo a unique relation can be maintained between Black and indigenous people.

We realize that people addicted to drugs, or who do crime, or other things like that, are not bad people; but that we are all struggling, and the work is to help each other, to have patience, to be kind, and to have discernment. It is a delicate balance, but that's the game.

On the other side ... why did I think of this ... because before I wrote this email, I smoked a quarter of a joint. I'm not sorry ... though I am trying to quit; you should know this too.

But I am also still resting. When I say that we worked our asses off, we also deserve rest, and reprieve. And we deserve joy and laughter; we deserve, and are worthy of it all.

As it is not just for us, but when we celebrate ourselves, and hold ourselves, with love, and compassion and sincerity, and integrity ... we celebrate our ancestors, we love our ancestors, we share in that love, we hold compassion for their struggles, and at times, we celebrate because we are able to do so with the integrity they could not, but likely also did want, for themselves and for us.

And so in our hearts, that is where we are today, or where I would hope for us to be.

All of my love,
c.