I have died in the realm of Yahweh for too many days. Too many years. For all of my life. When my people worship him as their own, it makes my soul weak. They have found comfort in the Bible, not knowing of the ancient beings they once called Father and Mother. Not knowing of how they were birthed: out of nothingness, out of chaos, out of time. In the realm of Amut, in the purpose of Unkulunkulu I have found peace. Coatlicue birthed me herself. These are the entities that run through my bones. through my cosmos.


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