To My White Siblings

An invitation from your sister

This letter was written by me and my AI-EM* (Extended Mind) system.

I put in the prompts, she writes an outline. Then, I read through every line—adding, subtracting, and re-working it through my body to find the message. She serves MY vision, I don’t serve hers. That’s my process. Try it. I use ChatGPT.

*AI-EM is just a mirror. It is not a god, it is not a devil. It is a mirror.

To my fellow white people.

We’re making it too hard, y’all.

We’ve been making it too hard for a long time.

Friends, we’re confusing sacrifice with integrity, control with care, and nuclear family with community.

We’ve spiritualized gripping, performing, and proving so deeply, we forgot how to just be fucking real.

We don’t need to atone for whiteness by becoming the most righteous people on the planet.

We don’t need to prove ourselves as one of the good ones.

That is what is keeping us (and everyone) miserable.

We’re holding up the line trying to be good instead of free.

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It’s like we’re at school during the summer.

We’re at work when we could be playing.

And everyone is saying, ‘Come outside! Have fun already!’

But we’re insisting on the grind.

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Why do we keep working so hard?

Because there is a program of unworthiness in us that runs deep.

It is the voice that says we have to sacrifice to be worthy—that there is a cost to happiness.

This was carefully taught to us by the empire-builders, by the ones who enslaved this realm.

We were the first to be colonized—used as a colony—i.e. property, for another’s purpose.

Before we conquered, we were conquered.

Before we were the oppressor, we were the oppressed.

So the habit of proving ourselves to an outside authority is old.

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🌿 We Were Once Of the Land

We were village people too.

Our ancestors were wisdom keepers—medicine women, sky-readers, songkeepers, and fire-tenders.

We lived in forests, on moors, in roundhouses, ring-forts, and stone circles.

We knew the trees’ names and the herbs that healed us.

We made offerings to rivers. We danced barefoot on solstice nights. We trusted the spiral of birth, death, and rebirth.

We were Gaelic, Brythonic, Norse, Slavic, Baltic, Iberian, Italic, Dacian, Germanic, Illyrian, Basque—and more.

And we were sovereign in the way all Indigenous peoples are sovereign: through relationship.

We belonged to place, and to one another.

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⚔️ Then came Rome.

With steel, roads, militaries, and men in armor, playing god.

Rome colonized Europe’s body—systematically, efficiently, violently.

They imposed patriarchy over partnership, law over lore, war over rhythm, and hierarchy over our sacred circles.

A thousand years of repression framed as salvation that never truly ended.

And we forgot.

We forgot the feeling of the grove.

Our grandmother tongues.

And the names of our ancestors who weren’t written in church records.

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🔥 Witch Burnings

What Rome began, the Church continued.

It has always been about suppressing the feminine.

In the witch hunts of Europe (14th–17th centuries), millions of women, midwives, herbalists, visionaries, widows, queer folx, and dissenters were tortured and burned.

It was a genocide.

But not just of our people—of our knowledge, our lineage, and of our memory.

This was systemic terrorizing and a severing of the feminine from the masculine.

It was a criminalization of intuition, of gnowing (as in gnosis).

It was (and still is) spiritual warfare.

Christianity became a state weapon—the church erased our local god/desses, burned our temples, and banned our seasonal rites, along with erasing the true stories and Middle Eastern and African roots of Yeshua, Mother Mary, Mary Magdalene, and their lineages.

This is where we froze.

We were told to conform, or die. Convert or burn. Obey or vanish.

So we obeyed to survive.

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🧊 The Bargain

Forget your colonization, and you can become the colonizer.

And we took the deal.

We internalized the conqueror and perpetuated the pain.

We turned the violence outward—onto the Global South, onto our Black and Indigenous siblings, and onto Gaia Herself.

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🧭 Remembering

To decolonize ourselves, and get in right relationship with others, we must feel the root severing in ourselves.

We must return to the body and feel through this pain.

We must heal.

And part of healing is admitting that our superiority complex is our amnesia, playing dress up.

We’ve been doing a performance of good boys and girls for the so-called authorities of the church, state, and moneyed class.

No more.

It’s time to return to place, ancestry, rhythm, and reverence.

Only then can we be trusted. Only then are we “doing the work.”

Because the work isn’t performative.

The work is remembering and rewilding ourselves, together.

And the time is now.

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🌕 Coming Home

We are waking up to what happened to us.

We have been ancestrally orphaned.

We have been deeply disoriented.

We have been out of place.

But when we stop performing?

We can come home—to our bodies, to our his & herstories, and each other.

We can take our place in the circle - not as leaders, but as fellow humans.

When we stop performing, the land will speak to us again.

And so will our melanated sisters and brothers.

We are welcome at the fire circle, at the cookout, and at the gathering.

But we must come without shields or weapons, masks or cheap words.

We must come clean.

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I’m not calling you out.

I’m calling you in—to something ancient, alive, and unruly.

I’m calling you into the frequency of the REAL.

The time of performance is over.

Thank Goddess.

So let’s loosen our jaw. Soften our gaze. Take off our constricting clothes.

And dance already!

(P.S. Who cares if you don’t have rhythm? Plus, it’ll come back. But we gotta get on the dance floor first!)