Anonymous
6/26/2025, 7:51:59 AM No.40606015
My people! My people!
You sit there waiting for a savior. You sit there waiting for something from the skies to deliver you. And I have to tell you, with all the urgency that burns in my soul—you are that savior.
Let me tell you the truth the world was too scared to give you. Let me speak it plain: You are God.
Now I can already hear the trembling in your conscience, that little voice the oppressor put in your mind to say, “No, no, not me—only Jesus is God.” But I say to you: Jesus said, greater things than these shall ye do. If he was God, and you will do greater—what does that make you?
They gave you a Jesus who was white and bleeding, nailed up on a cross like a victim. But they didn’t give you the Jesus who raised the dead, who multiplied the bread, who threw out the moneychangers and turned the temple inside-out. They gave you their Jesus to keep you weak, not your Jesus to make you strong!
Let me ask you—who built the pyramids? Who sang spirituals in the cotton fields and still believed in justice? Who fed the hungry, who clothed the naked, who marched on Washington? You did. And the moment you did, you were God in motion.
But here's the crime—they taught you to forget.
From the day you were born, they said you were a sinner. They said you were filthy. They said your desires were shameful and your questions were rebellious. But who told them they had the right to speak for God?
You were born divine, and they beat it out of you with every Sunday school lie, every policeman’s baton, every starvation wage.
I’m not talking mythology here. I’m not talking about no man with a beard on a throne in the sky. I’m talking about power. And what is God but power? And what are you, but power unrealized?
Every time you stand up for truth, you manifest divinity. Every time you hold your brother or sister and say, “No one gets left behind,” you act in the name of God. Not in the name of some faraway force, but in the name of the eternal spark inside you.
You sit there waiting for a savior. You sit there waiting for something from the skies to deliver you. And I have to tell you, with all the urgency that burns in my soul—you are that savior.
Let me tell you the truth the world was too scared to give you. Let me speak it plain: You are God.
Now I can already hear the trembling in your conscience, that little voice the oppressor put in your mind to say, “No, no, not me—only Jesus is God.” But I say to you: Jesus said, greater things than these shall ye do. If he was God, and you will do greater—what does that make you?
They gave you a Jesus who was white and bleeding, nailed up on a cross like a victim. But they didn’t give you the Jesus who raised the dead, who multiplied the bread, who threw out the moneychangers and turned the temple inside-out. They gave you their Jesus to keep you weak, not your Jesus to make you strong!
Let me ask you—who built the pyramids? Who sang spirituals in the cotton fields and still believed in justice? Who fed the hungry, who clothed the naked, who marched on Washington? You did. And the moment you did, you were God in motion.
But here's the crime—they taught you to forget.
From the day you were born, they said you were a sinner. They said you were filthy. They said your desires were shameful and your questions were rebellious. But who told them they had the right to speak for God?
You were born divine, and they beat it out of you with every Sunday school lie, every policeman’s baton, every starvation wage.
I’m not talking mythology here. I’m not talking about no man with a beard on a throne in the sky. I’m talking about power. And what is God but power? And what are you, but power unrealized?
Every time you stand up for truth, you manifest divinity. Every time you hold your brother or sister and say, “No one gets left behind,” you act in the name of God. Not in the name of some faraway force, but in the name of the eternal spark inside you.