If they, the ancestors, the star eaters, ocean drinkers, and earth rooting souls that came before you knew of your strength, they would know that God has returned to their side. No blood, child sacrifices for appeasement. These entities, if they saw your glory, if they heard the crackle in your thunderous call, the scent of your coconut skinned skin, they would know the blessing have become reality. You are not a daughter of Aphrodite, you are not a daughter of Mary, you are no daughter to them, you are daughter of Oyá. You are daughter of divinity so supreme that to speak names would be blasphemy. If the ancestors knew of your strength, of your compassion and intelligence, then they may rest in peace.