It’s easy to find differences,
If you’re looking for them.
But it’s hard to find similarities,
If your heart has contempt for them.
So, let’s try harder to find—
What unites us,
Instead of what divides us.
Let’s learn from history,
And not to repeat it.
Or else we’ll be the excuse,
For our kin to join in.
By: ElRoy © 2020
“It was not witches who burned. It was women. Women who were seen as Too beautiful; Too outspoken; Had too much water in the well, yes seriously; Who had a birthmark. Women who were too skilled with herbal medicine; Too loud; Too quiet; Too much red in her hair. Women who had a strong nature connection; Women who danced; Women who sung or anything else, really. Sisters testified and turned on each other when their babies were held under ice. Children were tortured to confess their experiences with ‘witches’ by being fake executed in ovens. Women were held under water and if they floated, they were guilty and executed. If they sunk and drowned they were innocent. Women were thrown off cliffs. Women were put in deep holes in the ground.
The start of this madness was years of famine, war between religions and lots of fear. The churches said that witches, demons and the devil did exist and women were nothing but trouble. As we see even today, there is often a scapegoat created. Everything connected to a women became feared, especially her sexuality. It became labeled as dark and dangerous and was the core of the ‘witch trials’ throughout the world.
Why do I write this? Because I think the usage of words are important, especially when we are doing the work to pull these murky, repressed and forgotten about stories to the surface. Because knowing our history is important when we are building the new world. When we are doing the healing work of our lineages and as women. To give the women who were slaughtered a voice, to give them redress and a chance of peace.”