One of my jobs in this world, I say, is to restore people to their racial, ancestral identity.

I have been watching youtube videos and movies for a few days now… The focus is becoming more and more on being who you are… being true to that… and inside that seemingly limited “arena” be the most you can be, the best you can be.

One of the great evils perpetrated on us humans is the dogma that we are all one, 1 and that was also made to mean sameness.

Horse shit.

I am not same with you… I am the end of a blood line of thousands of years of persecution on one hand, sharpening the skills to live in a hostile environment on the other. A tradition where what is in your head counts… because it cannot be taken away. Everything else can be taken away, but who you are, and what you know cannot.

How could I be the same as you when you only care about your money. When you think you are your money…

This is just one example… but as you can tell, my pump went up.

In my coaching practice, the most successful are the people who are able to reach deep down and become proud and guided by their ancestral heritage.

And those that have none, or deny that it’s important, struggle.

I just finished watching a few documentaries on Nina Simone, a black musician who was a rousing advocate of the same for the Black people…

This great evil came from India… along with a lot more harm, a lot more Tree of Knowledge.

I passionately hate Indian gurus. I even hate Osho… he is a guru I have learned a lot from.

But unless we can love ourselves with all our differences, we can never love anyone else. We can preach love, like all the cults do, Christianity is one of these cults.

Or peace, Islam is famous for that lip-service.

Any religion, any race, any ancestry that uses who they are, what they believe, to dominate, control, oppress, or try to change another is EVIL.

There is beauty in diversity, and on the Tree of Life it is peaceful and a yes to life.

But this one-ness/sameness sand in your eyes hogwash is a destroyer of self, a destroyer of self-respect, a destroyer of human power.

The sniveling Chinese who wants to look Caucasian… and loses all advantage of the many thousands of years of diligence that is the Chinese heritage…

The fearful Black Moslem who denies that it has anything to do with his identity can’t turn up the courage until he faces the music.

Of course, some of my students were born into the whitewashing of who you are… to bring you closer to The Brave New World’s Alpha, Beta… programmed no-personness… I don’t know how to get them catch the spark.

Your core needs to be solidly formed by your ethnicity, your ancestry, your heritage and the values inherent to all.

When for whatever “high reason” you are asked, you are suggested, to deny it: you know it is Evil in action that is asking you.

Even if your ethnic culture is restrictive, and many are, especially to women, when you fight it you are choosing something that weakens your moral fiber.

In many Moslem cultures women have less freedom, a lot less than men.

But freedom is recognizing your limitations and becoming the best and the most inside them.

It is a great allegory for life. Life has its limitations, inside or outside of culture. The laws of physics are great limitation. And yet humans have managed to create greatness inside them.

It is my conviction that you can become the most if and when you learn how to be all you can be inside the limitations.

It is like learning to dance in a ball room full of other dancers. Or full of columns that you need to clear or you smash into them.

Freedom, growth, is about mastery of yourself, not clearing the decks, not moving to a freer country, even though I have done that.

When I look at the younger generation that has less boundaries, instead of seeing more happiness, more joy, I see hopelessness, I see undefined.

I asked my sniveling Chinese born student to read up on her heritage… which is not quite Chinese.

She didn’t…

You cannot be true to that which you don’t know. And consciously even your parents don’t know.

I didn’t learn from my parents. I learned the essence of being a Jew from books. My parents could not have taught me: they weren’t taught either.

But your genes know, and your genes and your soul will fight with you if you fight with them…

Don’t. Learn to be the best with what you got.

And no, looking at your parents you can’t even smell your heritage. Maybe even your grandparents are unsuited to be your mentors. But books, documentaries… they are great mentors.

Learn from them. And start growing along the lines of your kind. It’s rewarding, it brings peace to the soul, and tears of “at home-ness” to the eyes.

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  1. Don’t get all out of shape… I do believe we are all human. I do believe we are in this together. I do believe that only if we cooperate we can save our race and our Earth… But I also see that people who preach this are intolerant, uncooperative, and hateful. And I suspect if you got bent out of shape, then you are one of those…

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2 thoughts on “One of my jobs in this world, I say, is to restore people to their racial, ancestral identity.”

  1. This really speaks to me, Sophie. I’m one of those people who tried to be become empty bland and nonspecific before the eyes of the Lord. I tried a few different versions of self denial. I come from a culture that is super proud of its heritage (Greek) and I played that down while growing up. I also specifically felt awkward about being “ethnic” around my rather All-American friends. (An oscillating structure…neither/or.

    Now, not resisting, but allowing and even cultivating the specifics of what I am? Not the descendant of Pericles the Warrior-Statesman or Phidias the Sculptor, but maybe the descendant of an olive farmer or a shoemaker or something like that. I do think about trying to live up to and honor my ancestors especially my grandfather and grandmother who came to America and worked so hard.

    Oh, to dance a little and to not be afraid to love life. To work hard and to try to build something. To bring some value to the community, and to enjoy your family and friends. That would be lovely. And quite Greek.

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