THE BLOOD OF ALL MY MURDERED, RAPED, KILLED, MAIMED, DESTROYED AND ABUSED ANCESTORS IS CRYING OUT TO ME

And speaks to me of injustice, pain, hurt, deprivation and violence that you are continuing doing to it.
Moreover, it told me stories of an evil Judeo-Christian man who came as a friend and robbed as an enemy, destroyed as the worst disaster and deprived of future like a pestilence without a name.
It tells me yet that the archetypes have destroyed all those natural gifts, abilities, talents of the people, and fed of them, led on like insane crazy creations, who fed on our flesh and drank our blood, and did so most gruesomely, most murderously, and most malevontely.
I am also told that I, as a monk, priest and Sacred Performance Artist and Dancer am to inherit the office and position of a protector, preserver and defender of such values, ideas, cultures, tribes, ethnicities, nationalities and races and that I am to ensure that such lies and inconsistencies, such greed and proliferation of injustices are not to be continued.
I am a scribe, an artist, a survivor, yanked out of time and place person, not a poet, but an energetic, spiritual, mental and blood inheritor to all those who were created a certain way, lived a certain way, and died a certain way; my roots are many, they run deep and in all directions.
My work is wide and encompassing, yet I do not work with everyone.
I am not a charity worker.
I am not a parent.
I am not a sibling in my work.
I am only that limited and specific definition, a function of an equation and a goal defined and presented, no more, no less.

The murderes and destruction cannot be repaired, but the knowledge and truth can be preserved.