First Americans Remembrance
It’s October 14, 2019, what many call “Columbus Day” and many more have reclaimed as “Indigenous Peoples Day.” It’s been a bittersweet, somber autumn day where the name “Columbus” has taken on in-depth conversation, satire, and conjured pain. So far I can trace my family lineage 6 generations from my genealogy research and my family include what is called “Aboriginal Indigenous” or first Americans. What would seem boastful is rather tinged with bittersweet feelings, anxieties, and uneasy emotions. For those labeled “Black” in America there is a hint of systematic emotional and historical repression.
We live in a paradoxical duality created by colonialist imperialism cloaked in a 527 year old New World Order. Columbus Day? It was the expulsion of the Moors from Al Andalusia in 1492 that set Columbus off to colonize pre-existing Moorish Empires and free aboriginal people of the Americas. Great trade routes and cities extending into South America, Central, and North America (North Amexem) became war torn zones existing over centuries. Illustrating the most massive continental genocide in human history set in motion by the sword of a pen and written stamp of The Doctrine of Discovery sanctioned by Pope Alexander VI one of many political, legal, spiritual Papal Bulls laying claims to land, identity and religious rights on the coasts and shores of the Americas. This would become a global phenomenon where the dark indigenous people of the world would become not only subjects, but wards of state, and sink to castes of animals and property.
For many of our Indigenous Ancestors both from the Native American (Bering Straits lineage) and Aboriginal Indigenous (“Copper colored” ancient lineage) they suffered some of the worlds most inhumane atrocities that continue to this day (as Native American and “Black” Americans) under the subjugation of modern White Supremacy steeped in the “legal, political and spiritual justification of land seizure and Christian superiority.” Let us not forget that it was Virginia law which legally reclassified thousands upon thousands of “copper colored” “mulatto” “free” people of Aboriginal Indigenous ancestry into “negro” “colored” “black” and ultimately “African American” classifications. Let us also presuppose that “black” is synonymous with the legal implications lacking any real civil rights, human rights, or sovereignty to land nationality. Thus having this mixed lineage genealogy as a status, identity, and nationality is where the real ‘blurred lines’ seem to stem — from a distortion of history and historical records.
Spiritual Warfare in the Americas
Supplanted Cognitive Dissonance. There’s been a powerful repression and oppression of voice, identity, and truth on American soil. Let us say that many of our Ancestors voices have been scrubbed from history books and a supplanted false identity, false historical timeline, and false memory has (or had) replaced their truth. Their stories have not been told on a large scale. To speak their names, i.e., tell the truth is often academic suicide steeped in taboo of labels, skepticism, and “pseudo” titles and name calling. Yet pull up (or rather dig out) any ancient American “first people” artifact from the lands of North American mound builders, civilized tribes (so called Seminole, Choctaw, Cherokee, Chickasaw, Creek), to Lenape or “First People” Mayan (Olmec), ancient Brazilian, or Peruvian and you will see thick lipped, wide nosed, kinky haired dark skinned and copper colored people who look very much like the myriad of mislabeled African American ascendents (decedents). We are the same people!
I am in college classrooms to date and hear no mention of the Moors contribution to architecture or ANY real scholastic honesty in probing “ancient” “black” “African” “Aboriginal” “First Peoples” contributions to world or global civilization. I am in a class of silence where I seem “to Know” in a sea of deadening deafening bodies of indoctrinated dogma. In fact there are more “alien” theories and conspiracies than any showing of real, bonafide artifacts which alone prove people who looked like me where already here hundreds, thousands, even millions of years ago in North America, South America, Central America, as well as, Africa, Asia and Europe. Because I am a student of Anthropology and reeducate my miseducation I am in contact with primary sources that show and prove the aforementioned and later – “we were here, we existed, we still exist, we are still here!”
Libations & Letting Go
First let me say, today, I lit a white candle, poured libations and spoke the names of My Ancestors from the continents of North America, South America, and the Caribbean whose journeys include Central America’s Gulf Coast and Atlantic Ocean (and the African Continent). Secondly, I will say, I have names and receipts! Yet just a few years back, not only did I faintly believe in the false plagiarized Haley Roots African-(only)-American ancestry history, I had debated with others about the validity of my own “Native American” ancestry or its existence thereof. “Your DNA is so mixed because you come from slaves.” I was told by a Facebook friend in 2016, “very little “aboriginals” existed in North America, blacks came from Africa by way of ships during the Trans Atlantic Slave Trade routes.” It wasn’t that I didn’t believe the Trans Atlantic Slave Trade existed at all, just NOT the way it was told to millions of elementary and college students. There was something that plummeted my solar plexus and I knew beyond a shadow of doubt that not only was that something not right, but my personal family story didn’t fit into that one-history fits all fictitious legend we had all agreed was fact and collective memory. I lit candles and I let go of the false histories.
I’m so thankful many are truly awakening in this woke Aquarian Age. We are here to remember who are Ancestors truly are; to awaken their memories, their stories, and speak their names restoring their proper personas and identities. Truth be told, They Existed. Truth be told, We Are our Ancestors. We are the memories. They exist within us. We are not separate from them; but One With!
Happy Peace Day on this Indigenous Peoples Day!
Ria aka Daria Daniel