I grew up always enjoying that there were people of other colors. My background would be considered “white” as my Mom’s heritage was a Russian Jew Father, German Jew Mom, and my Dad’s heritage was English/Irish/German. My Mom had experienced discrimination and my Dad’s dad wasn’t excited about him marrying a Jew. My Dad’s sister married a Japanese man in the 50’s, so that challenged my Grandfather, too. But my family mostly seemed to not differentiate between races. The small town I grew up in seemed to be divided though between north of the tracks and south of the tracks. We had some Latino migrant children in my elementary school and they were treated poorly by some of the other students. That behavior just never made any sense to me. I was always sticking up for them and asking for more understanding from others.
Over the years my activism grew. If you’ve read any of my other posts you’ll know that I was always very different, at least inside. I tried to fit in and played in my neighborhood like the rest of the kids, but with my experiences since age 3 of remembering past lives of torture and horrible deaths because of working to shut down the dark, knowing my mission this life time and my many spiritual experiences, I just couldn’t share this stuff with anyone. When I did, I was labeled crazy. I went through my own discrimination experience when a club against me was started at the beginning of my 5th grade experience and lasted the entire year, with no students in class talking to me. But my experience, although extremely damaging and painful, was quite minor compared to what people of color experience every day, in all aspects of their lives.
Just like these flowers though, even though they are different than flowers I’ve seen in the past, they are each unique in their beauty, their fragrance, the light they bring to the world.
Each deserves to be cared for, tended, protected, and nourished so they can grow to their potential, enjoy a full season of life, and in that way, they thrive and share all their beauty with all who see them.
Shouldn’t every human have those same opportunities? Shouldn’t every human have a place where they are safe, honored, respected, just the same as all other humans? Shouldn’t they be able to live their seasons of life safely, fully and completely without it being cut short?
The sun shines on all these flowers, even though they aren’t a rose, a daisy, a pansy, or an orchid. The rains come or the watering can to feed and nourish them the same as a lily or gardenia. They are tended, cared for, viewed for their beauty even though they are different. They were chosen for these gardens for their difference, for the diversity.
How wonderful it would be if all humans were treated the same – held in honor for their difference… Blacks, Latinos, Asian, Native Americans, appreciated for their uniqueness…..valued for their humanity, just as Whites, all part of the human race. Just as these flowers are all a part of nature labeled blossoms. Some prefer more sun than others, some thrive in other climates than others, and some prefer more water than others. But they are all flowers. They are all beautiful. They are all special.
I’m looking forward to the new timeline of Oneness and Abundance, where we all recognize we ARE all One. There is more that unites us rather than divides us. A timeline where we recover our Oneness with Source and all the power, capabilities, and gifts that includes. A timeline where we accept our stewardship of this beautiful planet while we welcome other civilizations from other planets and universes that although they might look differently than us, might have different views, skills, and knowledge, we recognize the spark of divinity in all, thus see them as One, too. A timeline where abundance, safety, respect, a home, clean water, electricity and all needs are taken care of for all.
My life and work are dedicated to this. May we soon see this realized in the physical. I’m sending on much love and appreciation to you all. Thanks for reading, commenting, liking, sharing, following and sharing this journey of life with me.
Love, katelon
All photos were taken by me with my older model Samsung Galaxy phone.