Ramblings of an Old Old Soul 

I was on Sylix land picking popular buds the other day, when a curios woman walked by and asked what I was doing. 

I told her I was going to soak the buds in olive oil, and create a pain relieving balm for myself.

She then wanted to know how I learned about it.

 “From my Medicine People,” I said, thinking of  my siStars, who have shared earthly knowledge with me. 

“You have such a neat culture,” she said.         

I stared blankly, thinking, which culture is that?

She continued on her way, and I began to ponder...

I've lived too many lives to be this or that; A woman, a man, red, yellow, white, or black. 

I've lived in all four corners of the world and I remember.  I have lived as a slave, a queen, a healer, a hunter, a peasant. I know myself beyond this lifetime; beyond my experience,

beyond my culture, my race, my profession, and status in society.

I am not this or that. . I am both this and that,    for, I am That I am.

People are often curios about me and ask, “Where are you from?”

Seeking an explanation for the color of my skin and kink in my hair. The answer, London, Ontario, never satisfies.

They dig until my Jamaican heritage is revealed..

Wherever I go, people see a different culture in me. In Greece, I'm Greek,  in Spain, I'm Spanish, and In the Caribbean, they see my Ancestors in me.  The truth is, I am as the Jamaican motto states – Out of Many One People.  

I see myself in faces from all over the world. We are one.  Spirit having a human experience. Ego sees falsely, the separation of color and gender. 

Soul and Spirit, are color blind, gender-neutral.

I found myself picking popular buds, dreaming of a world where ego becomes transparent,  and Spirit shines through, to create a Soul filled world, where,

Humanity is Our Culture.

Mahada Thomas, 2015