Horses need to run free. Birds need to fly over the sea. Some people will try to take away your freedom. Don’t believe their good intentions. Blinding lights tricking your eyes. That’s what they will try. And you feel something ain’t right. So defend your territory! Put them in their cage! Criminals! Put them in their cage! If there’s not another way to live your life with some grace. Put them in their cage! Aha ah! Put them in their cage! Aha ah! If they misbehave, I’ll show them their place. Put them in their cage! Lock them up, lock them up!
Recorded: 27 October 2021
If you would like to hear this song, click on the video above. It’s an a cappella ballad like most of my songs and it feels a bit like reciting a poem to me. I wrote this little song when I was 13 years old in May or June of 1992, so that’s a long time ago, it was one of the first songs I wrote in the English language because English is not my native language, but I did make a few changes to the lyrics in 2021 when I decided to re-record this song. I no longer have the original recording from 1992. To be honest, I had forgotten this song for a long time, but a very special dream from 2017 reminded me of this old song again. In this dream I tried to protect a sweet and innocent horse from a very evil man. Horses have often appeared in my dreams since childhood. This started back in 1988 when I was 10 and was bullied at school. Usually I met a black horse on the beach near the sea, but sometimes also in the city (in dreams). I believe God sends them to me. They are my guardian angels in this life. So here’s the dream from 2017 that I would like to share with you. Actually, I had already posted this dream on my blog in 2019, but in this older version some details were missing and I also found some errors in the use of English words, so I decided to post an updated version with a more accurate description of this dream and also better English (hopefully). If you’re interested, you can read my dream below.
On 20 June 2017 I got another dream about a funfair. At the fair there is a very large and eye-catching horse. This horse is taller than an African elephant. He is my companion at the fair. It’s my job to take care of him. During a break the giant white horse is standing on a small field next to the fair. I sit on the ground behind him while combing the extraordinarily long hair on his tail. His wavy hair lies on the ground and resembles a four meter long wedding veil. After a while the evil boss of the fair appears and walks to the horse. This guy is a giant too. He has the body of a human being, but his skin resembles the skin of a lizard or a snake. The big boss stands right next to the giant stallion while speaking to the horse in a very commanding way. I can feel the gentle giant horse is scared. I hope the evil boss won’t be able to see me behind the horse’s body, because I’m much smaller. Secretly, I try to continue trimming the hair evenly on his tail, but I don’t have enough time to finish the job, because the evil giant has seen me and starts walking towards me. Suddenly his giant body grows even bigger and taller: maybe 30 meters tall. Obviously, he wants to intimidate me. His skin is green and his head is bald. The evil boss uses his giant foot to step on me like I’m just a little mouse and then he wants to walk on like nothing happened. I feel humiliated, so I get very angry and take revenge. I stretch out my arms to hold on to his big foot and then I pull his big leg up in the air as I start flying higher and higher. By the way, I’ve had the ability to fly in dreams for decades. So the evil giant loses his balance and falls on his back on the ground. I let go of his foot and then I start using the power of my mind to tie him to the ground. The startled giant screams desperately: ‘What the fuck is happening?!’ Magically, the earth under the evil giant changes into a little prison or grave pit. From the earthly ground multiple chains appear, tying his arms, chest and legs to the pit, so that he can’t move anymore. His body is half buried. He looks at me and knows I have defeated him for all eternity. The tables are turned. I’m the boss from now on. I start flying in circles closer and closer to him. The skin of the evil giant has become red or orange. It looks like the skin of a lizard. I can see the fear in his yellow eyes as he looks at me. The tamed evil giant doesn’t look so very large anymore. He looks much smaller now, maybe 4 meters tall. Then this devil starts using the power of his mind to discourage me coming closer to him, so it becomes a mental telepathic battle. But I persist and keep flying closer and closer to his grave and when I’ve come really close to his big head, I raise my right hand to slap and scratch the cheek of his face. But only one second before my hand and fingernails reach his face, I suddenly wake up in my bed. Everything is back to normal again. The dream has ended.
Horses continued to appear in my dreams in the years after 2017, so I would like to share one more special dream I had on 28 January 2024. Like a seagull I am flying near a big sea under a dim sky. From the sky I see a large and dark brown or black horse lying on the ground in front of an unknown large building that is only about 50 meters away from the sea. I also see an unknown male figure standing right next to the horse. He tries to encourage the insecure horse to get back up. I know and remember that the horse used to be able to fly, but due to a serious trauma he stopped flying in the sky, so that’s why he has been on the ground for a long time. Surprisingly, the tired horse finally gets up after a few minutes. We feel so relieved. As soon as he gets back on his four legs, he starts walking again. The horse walks away from the unknown male figure and walks towards me. Then I start to wonder if he would be able to fly again. The dark horse walks slowly at first, but soon after he starts walking faster and faster until he’s running like a pro again. The color of his coat changes from dark to orange-red and he begins to radiate more and more light. So the risen beast is surrounded by a large aureola. The horse is running to me, he comes closer and closer, and then miraculously two large bird-like wings, hidden all the while in his thick red coat, pressed flat against his body like a bird’s, become visible. So the hair of its coat is thick and long. Then suddenly the great horse speads its enormous wings in front of me, takes off and begins to fly again through the air and over the sea, shining like a white light. I’m so happy for him and start yelling loudly, just to cheer him on and celebrate his victory. Then the big horse suddenly stops for a moment while floating in the air (above the sea) and looks at me lovingly. I’ll never forget. There’s something human about him. It feels like a man is looking at me, but not an ordinary man. This being is celestial. Maybe extraterrestrial? The risen horse is now fully illuminated, giving him a white ghostly appearance in the dim sky. Then he suddenly starts flying again and flies right past me, in what looks like a kind of dive. I also start flying again near the sea and coast and keep yelling loudly like a seagull. The dim sky turns into daylight and thousands or millions of sea animals emerge from the sea: leaping dolphins and other large fish and giant creatures that resemble dinosaurs from an ancient era. All these sea creatures are so very happy and are jumping and swimming in the same direction towards the shore. They all celebrate the great return of the flying horse. It is the biggest party I have ever seen. Then I wake up from this wild dream and look at my clock. It’s 9:56 AM. After a few minutes I get up and walk to the table in my living room and write my dream on a piece of paper.
Was it just a dream? I absolutely loved my dream, but about two weeks later (in February) I told this dream to my mother Patricia and her reaction was quite sad. She was afraid that this meant that someone we love would say goodbye and leave us. Well, she was right.
Sadly, my godmother (Aunt Wine) passed away suddenly on 23 February 2024. She’s one of the most loving women I have ever known in this life. I have known her all my life. On 6 January 1980, when I was 1 year old, I was baptized in a Catholic church in my hometown of The Hague in the Netherlands. My mother Patricia chose Aunt Wine, her brother’s wife, as my godmother because they were close like real sisters. Aunt Wine was the best godmother you could wish for. But in December 2023 she suddenly felt very unwell in her own home in Paramaribo, the capital of Suriname, the country where my parents and other family come from. It turned out that she had an illness and therefore had to be hospitalized for weeks. The chance of survival was very small, but she miraculously managed to stay alive with the love and support of her family in Suriname. Eventually she was allowed to go home, but she still had to stay in bed all day because she was very weak. We were all hopeful that she would be able to recover, but then she suddenly passed away. We were all in shock. One of the saddest days, weeks and years of my life. So my mother called me in the middle of the night to tell me the terrible news. I’ve never heard my mother cry so loudly, even louder than when her own mother (my grandmother) passed away at the age of 95 in July 2019. It’s painful for my mother and me because after Aunt Wine’s hospitalization we did not have the chance to see her alive again. The Netherlands is far away from Suriname. But we were present at her funeral in Paramaribo on March 4. The ceremony in the Cathedral of Suriname was beautiful. It’s difficult to accept her sudden death and I often feel sad. For example, I have not recorded any new songs this year. But sometimes I still see my aunt or hear her voice in dreams, so that gives some comfort. My aunt and I visited a butterfly farm on the island of Aruba in 2012. That was her idea. So I believe she must have become a butterfly and flown to another, more loving, beautiful and peaceful world in the afterlife. God will take care of her.
Even though my godmother passed away this year, I still believe that my dream about the flying horse means something more than saying goodbye. I sincerely believe that this angel tried to tell me that something phenomenal is going to happen soon in this sad and war-torn world. He has risen from the ashes and will return to put an end to all injustice. God sent him to me so that I know there’s more between heaven and earth. There’s so much more than just material things. People are so focused on what they see on the outside. When they look at me, they see a brown or black man who is gay and that has become my main identity in this world, but what they don’t see is my spirit, my soul. God loves everyone, no matter what you look like or who you love, as long as you know the difference between good and bad. In other words, don’t be a sadist. Let another person or animal be free. Have morals, there’s nothing wrong with that. Yet I believe I won’t find God in a church, mosque, synagogue, temple or a so-called holy book. I’m not saying that a holy place where people gather is bad because it is possible to find some inspiration there, but I simply don’t consider it the ‘official’ house of God. I don’t like it when people impose their religion on me because I know that many of them are pushing a political agenda. They want power and money and want to take away the freedom of others. For thousands and thousands of years human beings lived happily without books. Now suddenly they need a holy book that tells them how they should live??? I believe there’s only one place you can find God and that is in your own heart and soul, because your spirit is a part of God or could be a part of God. So allow yourself to see what is not immediately visible on the surface of the sea. Don’t be afraid to go a little deeper. Dare to follow your dream. I’m aware that not all dreams are good as there are demonic entities that will appear in some or many dreams. I have seen them and know they will try to distract you or even harass you. But there are also good dreams. Yes, there are angelic beings in the universe. So don’t stop dreaming! Especially today, we must continue to believe that love is possible.
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Ryan Maurice Roemer Written on 20-22 November 2024
Below are two old family photos from childhood.
Baptism, 6 January 1980, from left to right: the priest, my mother Patricia, Aunt Wine and my father RamonMy baptism on 6 January 1980. My Christian name (baptismal name) is Johannes Paulus.
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Crying… Tears of blood… Tears of blood… It’s raining blood. Blood falling out of the sky. My face covered with blood. My heart… My soul… Crying!
I wrote this little song on 6 January 2012 and the video was shot on 2 February 2012. I was thinking about abused animals when I wrote it. People should treat animals with more respect, especially large animals. They don’t belong in a small cage (e.g. gorillas) or swimming pool (e.g. orcas) and should be allowed to live freely in the wild. Domestic animals such as cattle and horses should also not be used for entertainment and sports. I don’t like bullfighting and hope this sadistic ‘sport’ will one day be banned worldwide. The matador thrusting a sword through the body of a bull is one of the most gruesome images I’ve seen. I’m glad I saw this on my TV screen and not in real life, but even though my viewing experience was limited to a TV screen, I can’t unsee the horror. I can’t forget what I saw. It feels real because what happened was real. It reminded me of what happened to the body of Christ.
My parents separated in the Summer of 1983. Around Christmas 1984 or Easter 1985, my mother and I visited my father who had come to the Netherlands on holiday and was staying at his sister’s house in Oud-Beijerland. I’m not sure which date is correct as it’s been too long, but Easter 1985 seems more likely to me. In the evening my mother and I went home (in The Hague) and during that night Yeshua (the Christ) appeared in my dream. I was 6 years old and knew very little about him because I did not know the Bible and my mother and I never went to church or said prayers, even though I had a rosary on the wall in my bedroom. I often looked at the male figure on the cross of my rosary and wondered who that dead man with long straight hair was. I knew my parents called him God or the Son of God, but I often wondered why they believed this and why he was crucified. I thought it was so sad and cruel. Well, my dream explained who he was. In this dream Yeshua, my father Ramon and I were together in a small flying machine high in the sky. I looked out the big wide window and saw clouds everywhere and thought I was in heaven! Then I walked to a bench behind me to sit down. Next to me, on my right, sat my father, whom I rarely saw in real life. He sat near the window. On my left was Yeshua, wearing only a loincloth, sitting directly across from me on another bench. He looked very tired and leaned with his back against the wall as he talked to my father, I don’t know what they talked about. Then Yeshua moved forward and stretched out his arms and showed me the stigmata in both hands. I was shocked and felt so sad for him when I saw a hole in the palm of his hands. I could see right through both holes. He was in a lot of pain because the wounds in his hands were still fresh, although I don’t remember seeing blood on his hands. Maybe a little? I’m not sure. I think his hands looked clean. I understood that he was the godlike man who died on the cross and I assumed that the crucifixion must have taken place recently because he was still recovering from the pain. It’s the first childhood dream I can remember.
So this dream taught me about the resurrection of the Christ, but when I was six, I had no idea that people called Yeshua’s rise from death a ‘resurrection’. In my native language (Dutch) this would be translated as ‘opstanding’. I didn’t know this word. For years I believed that the ‘resurrection’ of Christ occurred only in my dream and not in his real life on Earth because I did not know the Bible well, even though my father gave me a children’s Bible when I was a little older. Most of the time I just looked at the illustrations. I was too lazy to read the stories. When I was a teenager, maybe 14 or 15, I finally discovered that the resurrection was a real event in the life of Christ according to the Bible. For the first time I read that Christ’s tomb was empty and that he continued to walk around Judaea showing people the stigmata. I read these stories in school because I went to a Catholic high school. That’s when I slowly started to realize that my 1985 dream was not just a dream. The Christ was really trying to tell me something. It’s not that I didn’t care about this dream because I wrote it down on paper in the Summer of 1990 when I was 11 years old, but I simply underestimated the power of my dream. Perhaps there’s another reason that Christ appeared in my dream. In the summer of 1984, while vacationing in France, I first learned that death exists. I was five years old, and until then, I had thought I would live forever, but then my stepfather told me that life ends when someone dies. It was the first time I became aware of death. The fact that life would eventually end made me sad. So I wonder if Christ appeared in my dream, just a few months later, to tell me not to worry, because there is life after death.
I can’t unsee what I saw in this dream. Yeshua is alive! I can’t pretend he’s not real because I’ve seen him in this dream and many more dreams over the years, but he only showed the stigmata once and that was in my first dream and never again. In this dream from 1985 Yeshua looked like an Arab Palestinian man with long straight black hair, even though he’s not a Muslim and there were no Muslims in Judaea until the 6th century AD and the name ‘Palestinian’ was probably not used around that time. On the other hand, I assume that many Palestinians are mixed, so they probably also have genes from the Jewish and Christian communities of Judaea (the Pharisees, Sadducees, Essenes and Nazarenes), so perhaps the historical Yeshua did look like some Palestinian men today. I think the Christ wanted to look recognizable to me, so he appeared in my dream with long straight hair, a short beard and a loincloth, because that’s the man I remembered from my rosary.
But in some other dreams, when I was a few years older, Yeshua looked like a North African man (ancient Egyptian/Nubian/Berber) with short curly black hair (like an afro), although Arab Palestinians can also have curly hair. By the way, there’s also a small community of black Palestinians who often claim to have lived in the Southern Levant (Judaea/Canaan) for thousands of years. Anyway, Yeshua looked different in some dreams, so it took me a while to realize it was the same man. I believe that the Jewish and Christian communities of Judaea and their ancestors, the ancient Israelites of Canaan, are descended from the ancient Egyptians. Judaism started in Egypt. So this might explain why Yeshua looked African in other dreams. I think he decided to reveal his real appearance to me when I was a teenager. For example, in April 1996 I was 17 years old and dreamed that I was on a small island. I was there with a male friend. It was the same type of man that I had met in my 1985 dream. Only this time he looked a bit younger, like a man in his 20s, and he had shorter hair, no beard, and was wearing a T-shirt and shorts. So it felt like I had always known him, even though I had never met him in real life. My friend and I decided to leave the dark forest, so we carried our wooden raft to the beach. I looked at my friend for a moment as we stood on the sunny beach, with our feet in the water. He was a few inches taller and had a brown complexion and black curly hair. I was a little surprised because just a few minutes ago (in the dark forest) I thought or assumed he was a light-skinned man with straight black hair, but then on the beach I realized he was actually a man of color with African hair type. It felt like I could see him clearly for the first time in daylight. Then I turned my attention back to the wooden raft. We were in a hurry, so we climbed onto the wooden raft and sailed out to sea. While we were sailing, the sea suddenly became very wild with huge waves (as high as e.g. the Eiffel Tower), but those waves did not harm us, so miraculously we were able to sail on quietly. Then I woke up. For a long time I wondered who that mysterious friend was, but later in life I realized that it was the Christ himself again. I also learned that he was able to calm a storm on the Sea of Galilee. The wooden raft in my dream might have been a symbol for the cross that Yeshua carried. In 1996 I made a color drawing of this little island surrounded by waves, but I did not save it, so I don’t have it anymore. Eventually, I realized that the racial ambiguity of my island friend could also be a reference to my black (biracial) father, who left me and my mother in summer 1983, and my white stepfather who had raised me from the age of four. I did not have a good relationship with either of them when I was a teenager, so I guess that’s why Christ decided to act as a guardian or a sort of father figure.
Since October 7th (my birthday), so many children have died in the Gaza Strip. According to multiple news sources, thousands of Palestinian children have been killed in the Israel-Hamas war. The deaths of Israeli children on 10/7 is also heartbreaking, even though their numbers are much smaller. I just can’t believe that the ancient land of Canaan has become the center stage for the worst atrocities in the world and in human history. It’s also the least safe place for children. Just like animals, children are the most vulnerable creatures on Earth. They need our protection and deserve a good life. I believe that God loves all children: black, white, brown, gay, straight, bisexual, male, female, androgynous, hermaphrodite, crossdresser, Christian, Jewish, Muslim, Buddhist, Hindu, etc. People who deny a child a safe environment and support an apartheid regime (Israel) that continues to bomb, injure and maim Palestinian children, both physically and mentally, should be a wake-up call to all of us. We must be more vigilant than ever before and try to stop this suffering once and for all. I consider this an attack not only on the Palestinians, but also on the land and the spirits of Canaan. Being a child in this world, especially in Gaza, is often a terrible and traumatic experience. I’ve seen horrific images from Gaza on the internet. For example, a young girl lying on her back on the ground because her legs were blown off and an 8-year-old boy shot in the head in Jenin, West Bank. The sadism is frightening and intimidating. Now that we’ve seen it, we can’t unsee it. We can’t look away anymore. Sadism is real and it’s a mental illness that destroys all morality and humanity in this world. I don’t understand why all these wars go on and on and on and why many psychopathic war criminals have thousands or even millions of followers. It’s hopeful to see so many demonstrations worldwide in support of the Palestinians, but I still sometimes wonder: Is hatred stronger than love in this world? Is homo sapiens a failed experiment?
So this is my final post for 2023. What a terrible year for humanity! It’s gonna be another sad Christmas.
Ancient Spirits of Canaan and the Levant! I’m calling you! You have inhabited these regions for thousands and even millions of years, long before humans existed. Rise from the clouds, the mountains, the forests and the depths of the seas and unite and let your roar be heard! Get ready for 2024!
I like the elements of nature. Listen to the sounds of streaming water. Beauty is everywhere. The Earth is my home.
In the sky I hear thunder. In the sky I see the lightning. I know how it feels to be accompanied by the thunder.
I like to walk around in nature, watching the trees giving me shelter. Flowers grow everywhere. This world is my home.
In your heart I hear thunder. In your soul I see the lightning. I know how it feels to be accompanied by the thunder.
Song written by Ryan Maurice Roemer. Audio recording on 10 August 2023.
I started writing this song in January/February 1998 when I was 19 years old. I guess I felt the need to romanticize the forces of nature. I wondered how it would feel to be close to forces such as lightning which I considered a manifestation of divinity and the incredible creative power of the Universal Spirit which some people call ‘God’. Well, you’d better be careful what you wish for, because exactly 10 years later on Sunday the 20th of July 2008 I was struck by lightning during my vacation in Suriname. I was 29 when this happened, the most dramatic and wonderful event of my life. Me, my mother, stepfather and half sister went on vacation to Suriname to visit our family there. I had not been to Suriname for almost a decade. The last time was in July 1999. So it felt good to be back in Suriname with my family and on the 20th of July 2008 we decided to visit Colakreek, a blackwater creek in Para (= district of Suriname), which is a very popular recreation park for people in Suriname. My maternal grandmother, uncle, his wife (= my godmother) and two cousins came with us to visit Colakreek. It was a warm sunny day with a clear blue sky. We drove from Paramaribo (= the capital of Suriname) to Colakreek in Para District. When we arrived at Colakreek, we were welcomed by a Native American family who are friends with my uncle and his wife. This family owned a nice bungalow there with two beautiful gazebos in the garden. Me and some relatives decided to sit down under a gazebo right next to the small river. On the land on the other side of the water I saw several groups of people sitting under gazebos. There was a large crowd in the park that day. I guess over 150 people spent the afternoon there and many of them played in the water. Everybody seemed to feel happy and enjoy nature there. It was a hot day, because the sun was shining so brightly, but the tropical trees and gazebos provided some cover. I didn’t want to swim in the water because of the mosquitoes, so I stayed under the gazebo with my mother and grandmother.
After some hours the weather changed suddenly. First it started to drizzle, but then suddenly it started to rain very hard. It was a typical tropical downpour. The hard rain came so unexpected that many people had to quickly seek shelter. I stood under the gazebo near the water, watching some people still in the water. Then suddenly out of nowhere lightning struck the water just a few feet away from me. So I could see the lightning bolt right in front of me and that was an incredible view! It’s the loudest and most intimidating sound that I have ever heard. Of course, everyone knows the sound of lightning, but to hear and see it from so close is very different. I’ll never forget that view and that sound. First I heard the electrical sound from lightning and then I heard the explosive sound from the thunder. I guess it must be similar to a bomb explosion. Everything happened so fast. I let out a cry of terror (that actually sounded kind of funny), because suddenly my arms went up from the electricity. My arms and legs became completely stiff and this lasted for a few seconds. It took a while before I could move my arms and legs normally again. I realized that I had been hit by a spark from that lightning bolt and that I must have had a serious electric shock. I was surprised that the electric shock didn’t hurt at all. I never felt any physical pain. I only felt a soft tingling in the skin around my right chest and shoulder. I told my mother that I had been struck, but she could not believe me. She remained in denial for a long time, so I guess the shock and the idea that her son had been struck by lightning was too much for her at that moment. Then I unbuttoned my shirt so I could get a better look at my right shoulder. I didn’t have any injuries. My skin looked normal, but after a few minutes the red veins under the skin started to become more and more visible. Eventually the veins started to look like a landscape map that stretched from the right chest and shoulder to the top of my back. Now my mother, grandmother, godmother, sister and niece could clearly see that I had been struck by lightning. Everybody was in a state of shock. My mother later admitted that she had seen a flash of lightning right next to me, but at first she thought it had missed me. My godmother started to cry and my grandmother asked us to pray together which I normally never or rarely do, but this time I agreed, because my mom and godmother looked so scared. So we said the Lord’s Prayer: ‘Our Father in Heaven’. My grandmother was a Christian and believed this was a sign from God. We all lay down on the floor, because my family was afraid that lightning would strike one of us again. Only my grandmother stayed in her chair. We could not leave our gazebo, because it kept storming.
My uncle, nephew and uncle’s friends were forced to stay under the other gazebo in the garden at a distance of about 30 meters from us. They wanted to come to our gazebo, but they could not leave because of the dangerous storm. There was thunder and lightning everywhere. My stepdad, who was still standing in an unprotected spot in the garden, had to run quickly to the car parked next to the house so that he could take shelter inside. That’s what he later told us after all the drama was over. He had to hide in the car for a long time, because the storm continued to rage for quite a long time. But after a while, the storm slowly began to subside. When I looked at the water again, I noticed that some unknown people were still in it. Two of them had passed out in the water, for they were closest to the lightning strike on the water. I assume they must have had an electric shock. Their families or friends came to rescue them and pulled them out of the river and carried them to a gazebo on the opposite river side. When the storm finally passed, my stepfather, uncle and nephew were able to come to our gazebo. They were shocked when they saw what had happened to me. My uncle’s friends told us they had never experienced anything like this at Colakreek before. The electricity was also out everywhere in the park. No one dared to go into the water anymore. After a while an ambulance arrived at one of the gazebos on the other side of the river. The ambulance took one of the fainted victims to the hospital. I felt so sad for this young man and hoped he would recover soon. Luckily I had no serious injuries, so me and my family decided to drive back to Paramaribo. My mother told me she believed that Mother Nature wanted to touch me. Those words stayed with me. Maybe she was right. I guess this was her attempt to turn something negative into something positive. While I was in the car I looked out of the window and felt very good like I was reborn. Then I noticed that the red veins under the skin around my right chest and shoulder were already starting to fade. When we finally got back to the city after a long drive, the visible veins on my chest, shoulder and back had completely disappeared. This little miracle happened within two to three hours. I felt so relieved! In Paramaribo we drove past a doctor and she took a look at my skin and asked me a few checking questions and then said I’m okay. She told me I was lucky and that my injury cleared up so quickly because it is in the mildest category. So that was the end of my adventure on that special day.
Exactly one week later, a sunny afternoon on Sunday the 27th of July 2008, I happened to meet my biological father in a supermarket parking lot in Paramaribo. I had not seen him for 11 years. The last time I saw him was in October 1997 when I had just turned 19 years old. So my father and I were right next to the supermarket and talked for a few minutes while my stepdad, uncle and niece were waiting in the car. My dad hugged me and said I’m always welcome. That was the last time I had seen him alive. Exactly 10 years later, on Saturday the 6th of January 2018, my father passed away unexpectedly due to diabetes. Nurses at the hospital were not able to save his life, because they didn’t have enough insulin for him. Healthcare is very bad in Suriname. I didn’t attend my father’s funeral in Paramaribo because I did not have a close relationship with him.
I felt so lucky and blessed after surviving the lightning strike. I knew the Christ had protected me that day (20 July), because I didn’t feel any pain when I was struck by lightning. Yeshua started appearing in my dreams when I was about 6 years old (in late 1984) and he kept appearing in dreams when I was a teenager and an adult. Just a few days before flying to Suriname in July 2008 I looked at a special photo that I had found on the internet. It was a photo of ‘Cristo Redentor’ (= Christ the Redeemer), a statue of Christ in Rio de Janeiro in Brazil. Of course, I know that the historical Yeshua actually looked completely different from the representation of the statue, but I still found the picture of the statue interesting, because it shows how the statue’s head was struck by lightning on Sunday the 10th of February 2008. The statue looks so indestructible at that moment. I saved that photo on a USB stick before flying to Suriname. So when the same thing happened to my shoulder only two weeks after looking at that photo, I knew this was no coincidence. Being struck by lightning was the most dramatic, the most terrifying, the most beautiful and the most revealing event of my life. It showed me that Christ is real and much more than just a man who appeared in my dreams. Thank you for touching me, Mother Nature. I feel stronger now! Your lightning is part of my DNA now. And thank you for keeping me safe, Yeshua. On so many occasions you showed me that, even though I’m an androgynous gay man who faces a lot of discrimination in this mortal world, I will never walk alone in the universe. You have always been by my side and accepted me as I am, because you love all children of God.
Usually I publish the lyrics of my a cappella songs on this blog, but today I’m going to do something different. Since I have a particular interest in history, I’d like to draw your attention to an important and historical event in the Netherlands (Europe). Recently, the Dutch King apologized for the Netherlands’ role in slavery in Suriname (South America) and some Caribbean islands. Since I’m an African Surinamese man myself, I’d like to respond to this and elaborate on the topic of racism. Where do we go from here as a black and colored community, but also as a multicultural society, now that anti-woke sentiments are rising in our country? Anti-woke conservatives always hate on diversity, feminism and LGBTQI in mainstream media and social media. This movement has become extremely popular. It’s very worrisome. I would also like to discuss the role of so called ‘Christians’ who have been relentless in perpetuating and maintaining the ‘white savior’ complex. What a lot of people don’t know is that African slaves (prisoners!) were not allowed to practice their own religions in Suriname. They were Christianized. All other religions became pagan and nudity became a sin too. So slaves lost much of their African cultures. I will also discuss my own relationship with Christianity, because Christ started appearing in my dreams when I was a child. By the way, English is not my native language, so forgive me if I make language mistakes.
WARNING: In this article I will talk about some sensitive topics in our society. You’re welcome on my blog, but if you are easily offended, then maybe you’d better leave. I’m going to speak my truth, unapologetically.
1: National Slavery Monument, Oostpark Amsterdam, the Netherlands. Photo taken by R.M. Roemer during Keti Koti Festival on 1 July 2017.
Every year we celebrate Keti Koti in Suriname and the Netherlands on the 1st of July. Keti Koti means that the chains are broken, because on this day in 1863 the Dutch government abolished slavery in Suriname. So this year (2023) marks the 160th anniversary of the abolition of slavery, but actually it’s only 150 years ago, because after the abolition in 1863 African slaves were forced to continue working on plantations until 1873. Last year on the 19th of December 2022 Mark Rutte, the Dutch Prime Minister, apologized for the Dutch government’s active role in slavery and crimes committed against Africans. Now 7 months later on July 1, on the occasion of 150 years of the abolition of slavery, the Dutch King Willem-Alexander also apologizes for the role his family played in slavery in their (former) colonies: Suriname in South America and some islands in the Caribbean such as Curacao, Aruba, Sint Maarten, Bonaire, Saba and Sint Eustatius. This is a historical moment and a very emotional moment for a lot of people, especially for the descendants of the African slaves, including myself. Finally, there’s an official recognition of this crime against humanity and all the suffering that slaves and their descendants endured for centuries.
2: Monument of 11.0000 names, Oosterpark Amsterdam, the Netherlands. Photo taken by Ryan Maurice Roemer during Keti Koti Festival on 1 July 2017.
This monument depicts the surnames of freed African slaves in Suriname. After slavery was abolished in 1863, they were given names by their former slave owners. My paternal grandfather’s surname ‘Kort’ can be found in the list of surnames. I don’t have any other information about him, because he died when my father was two years old and my father’s parents were not together anymore.
3: Monument of 11.000 names, Oostpark Amsterdam, the Netherlands. Photo taken by Ryan Maurice Roemer during Keti Koti Festival on 1 July 2017.
My maternal grandmother’s surname ‘Roemer’ is in the list of surnames. My grandma’s grandparents used to be slaves working on a plantation in Para. Para is a district in Suriname. My grandma’s paternal grandmother’s name was ‘Roemer’ and her paternal grandfather’s name was ‘Bova’. Her grandpa was a ransomed slave before the abolition of slavery. Bova and Roemer were not allowed to get married during slavery.
My parents come from Suriname. Both my mother and father are African Surinamese, although both of them are also mixed (interracial), but most black people in Suriname are mixed. The point is that we identify as black people. My father passed away in 2018, but my mother is alive and doing well. I know this historical moment means a lot to people of my parents’ generation. My mother still has clear memories of the 100th anniversary of the abolition of slavery in Suriname on 1 July 1963. She was almost 10 years old at that time. My maternal grandmother died in 2019, she was 95 years old (born 1924), and when she was a little girl in Suriname, a lot of older black people who used to be slaves in the 19th century were still alive. My grandma’s father (Roemer) was black and her mother was mixed. Of course it was the same situation for my maternal grandfather (Refos, born 1914) when he was a little boy, even though his ethnical background was different, because his mother (Refos) was a mixed woman from Suriname and his father came from China. Even when my mother (born 1953) and father (born 1943) were small children in Suriname, a few freed slaves were still alive, but of course they were very old. So for people of my parents’ and grandparents’ generations, slavery is not that long ago.
My mother migrated to the Netherlands in the 1970s, because she was a student. Actually, a lot of Surinamese people moved to the Netherlands in the 1970s. My father never migrated, but he often came on vacation in the Netherlands. My parents’ relationship already started in Suriname in the 1960s, but I was born in 1978 and raised by my mother in the Netherlands, so I also went to school in this country. Honestly, during history lessons Dutch teachers (who were white) rarely talked about the Dutch government’s role in slavery. Most history lessons were about the first and second world wars. I understand that there was a lot of suffering for many European people during these wars, but when I was a teenager at high schooI I always thought it was strange that the history of my parental country (Suriname) was almost non-existent in Dutch history books. Teachers also never mentioned the role that Suriname played in WWII. My maternal grandmother worked as a soldier when 2000 American soldiers came to Suriname in 1941 to help the Dutch protect the borders of Suriname, especially the bauxite industry, against the German Nazis. My grandmother worked as a truck driver for the American soldiers. The absence of Suriname in Dutch history books made a lot of black people feel invisible in the Netherlands. I can relate to that, because as a black gay man I have often felt invisible in Holland. I often feel that my life, my happiness doesn’t really count in this country. I’m just a ‘nigger’, just a ‘fag’.
In 2013 I made a video about the racist character Zwarte Piet, also called Black Pete or Blackface, who is the servant of Sinterklaas (similar to Santa Claus). I criticized this racist Dutch tradition through satire and published my video on social media. I received a lot of hateful comments from Dutch people wishing me dead. For many years some Dutch people with a lot of power have tried to suppress my video on YouTube, because they don’t want it to get views, but somehow the video still managed to get a lot of views. Since October 2017 I have been shadowbanned on YouTube. They manipulated the algorithm in such a way that my video was not able to get any views anymore. It went from thousands of views per day to zero views. So this is the state of the Dutch society today. This is what might happen. If a black person stands up and wants to give his or her opinion about an important topic, there’s still a big chance that white supremacists will try to silence us. And it seems that the number of white supremacists is increasing, probably stimulated by the popularity of some right-wing extremist political parties. But this is not only happening in the Netherlands. Something is changing in many Western countries. In the past certain groups of people were called ‘neo fascists’ or ‘right-wing extremists’, but today many people refer to themselves as ‘anti-woke conservatives’. It sounds interesting, but what does it really mean? I’ve watched a lot of interviews with anti-woke politicians, reporters and influencers and I’ve come to a negative conclusion. Anti-woke conservatives are (closeted) racists, misogynists and homophobes. They want people like me to fail in society and in fact they would like to return to the 18th century when discrimination ruled the world. Anti-woke conservatives are often narcissists and emotionally disabled and unable to feel empathy for minorities. For some reason they believe that the white ‘race’ is in danger, but it’s really not (if you ask me) or maybe they just want to pretend that the white race is in danger and put fear in the hearts of white children. Fear mongering! They often create the most bizar conspiracy theories and want to make people, especially young people, believe that the ‘wokists’ (a new discriminatory label for people like me) want to oppress straight white men and women. Today you can read the word ‘woke’ all over social media. It’s a new hype! A similar thing happened in Germany in the 1930s when the Nazis started blaming innocent and hard-working Jews for everything that went wrong in society. They became the scapegoats.
But I do understand the frustrations of angry white people in the Netherlands and the rest of Western Europe. They are not happy with the large numbers of migrants coming from Africa and Asia. White people have the feeling that they are losing their countries. Dutch white people are afraid that we will steal their best jobs and they’re also angry that a large proportion of crime, especially in the big cities, is caused by black men (from Suriname / Caribbean) and Arab men (e.g. Moroccans). It’s not my intention to justify criminal behaviour of those young black and colored men, because crime is always wrong, but a lot of them can’t find jobs and feel lost in the Netherlands. Many ‘foreigners’ face discrimination in the labor market. Not only people of color but also white people from Eastern Europe (e.g. Polish people) can’t find jobs. It shouldn’t be a surprise that the Dutch respond to migrants in this way, because it’s human nature to feel fear of the unknown, the other, especially the ‘dark’ other, but the truth is population movements have taken place all over the world for thousands if not millions of years. Animals do the same thing, e.g. elephants, birds and fish travel thousands of miles by land and sea, always looking for food, a better place to stay. Nobody leaves their home without a reason. Many people are war refugees, so they were forced to leave their countries, but some other people are just looking for adventures and want more land. That’s what Western Europeans did in the Americas and Australia. They stole all the land from the indigenous pre-Columbian peoples and Aboriginal peoples. The Arab Muslims (from the Arabian Peninsula) did the same thing when they conquered Egypt, Morocco and the rest of North Africa, as well as large parts of West Asia. We live in a world that continues to change due to population movements. Probably, you won’t like that, but there’s not a lot you can do about it, so you just have to accept that people will always keep moving around the world. It’s the nature of the beast. Nothing will stay the same forever. Our society will never be the way it was 100 years ago, because everything changes. People are afraid of change and many of them are unable to adapt to new times and new situations.
So who are the wokists according to the anti-woke conservatives? Well, they want you to believe that the so called ‘globalists’ want to create a new world order and want to educate people about diversity, gender and sexuality. In other words, empowerment for minorities such as black people and other people of color in the Western world and also more visibility for members from the LGBTQI community and more opportunities and equal pay for women. People who used to be discriminated a lot in the past and are still facing a lot of discrimination today. It makes you wonder: Is it really such a bad thing to empower these marginalized groups of people and make them more visible? Do you really have to ban books educating children about the existence of LGBTQI people on this planet? Most children know a gay or bisexual aunt, uncle or cousin in their families and yet these anti-woke conservatives don’t want any gay characters in children books and movies, because they want to ‘protect’ children. Oh, really??? For example, when I was a small child, I knew that my favorite aunt was a proud lesbian or bisexual black woman, because she openly lived with her black girlfriend in the 1980s and 1990s. But there are so many other LGBTQI people and black/colored people who just want some respect, freedom and visibility. We exist! Don’t you want them to achieve a little more autonomy and financial independence? Are we allowed to be happy and fully enjoy our humanity? We just want to be seen as human beings and we want more equal opportunities. It’s not our goal to discriminate or oppress white people and straight people. Because the anti-woke conservatives pretend that white people and heterosexual people are now the new victims. God gave this world, this planet, to all of us. We all have the right to enjoy the fruits of life. Listen, you anti-woke conservatives! Nobody wants to hurt you! Stop being such a cry baby! And stop fear mongering! You straight white men and women still get the best and highest paid jobs in this stupid hierarchical world.
Even more bizar is the fact there are many black people and other people of color who are interested in the ideas of the anti-woke conservatives. I guess it won’t surprise you, but there’s a lot of racism within the black and colored communities. There are plenty of black and colored people who don’t like interacting with each other, simply because they have an aversion to other black and colored people. In other words, they don’t like their own ethnicity. They are not proud of their African roots and natural looks and try everything they can to change that, so called ‘acting white’. That’s one of the reasons why the emancipation of black and colored people is going so very slow, because a lot of them don’t support each other. The darker your skin is the more rejection you will experience in the black and colored communities. Dark-skinned black women in particular have to deal with racism the most in their own communities. Black men reject dark women all the time. They always look for light-skinned women as partners for marriage. It’s a very painful topic for many women and we don’t really talk about it in our communities, but it’s there and we all can see it, because it’s so obvious. In recent years I’ve seen the word ‘colorism’ a lot, but I don’t like this word, because I think it’s an understatement and it downplays or hides the existence of racism in black and colored communities. These black men are not colorists. They are racists! Just call it what it is. Many of them don’t help dark-skinned black women raise their children and they don’t help them move to more expensive neighbourhoods. They only help light-skinned women and they prefer light-skinned children too. Even my own father, every time he came to the Netherlands for a holiday, he spent more time with his light-skinned cousins than with me. By the way, they had good hair (straight and wavy). I remember…. when I was a toddler I started crying when my father played games with my much older cousins in the living room of his sister’s home, because he didn’t look at me and didn’t seem to be interested in playing games with a toddler. Eventually, my mother broke off their engagement in 1983. Now that I’m older I do understand that my father was probably conditioned to prefer light-skinned people, because all his half brothers and half sisters were white. He was the only biracial child of his Portuguese Surinamese mother (De Freitas, born 1906), the only child with a black father. After some time my mother married a Dutch white man (Elting, born 1950) in June 1985. During my childhood I didn’t have a good relationship with him, partly because it was difficult for me to accept a white man as my stepfather, but he has always been there for me when my black father wasn’t. My stepfather was there for me at important moments such as learning how to ride a bicycle, learning to swim, helping me overcome my fear of deep water, learning how to skate on ice and him talking to the school principal when I was bullied at high school. He is still a part of my life today.
Another reason that a lot of black and colored people have joined the anti-woke movement is because there’s a lot of homophobia in families of African, Asian and Middle Eastern descent. The Bible, the Quran and the Torah in particular have fueled a fear of LGBTQI in many people. So I have to confess that as a black gay man I almost never received emotional support from other black and colored people. Also black and colored gay men have not been supportive to me. There’s no unity or harmony in the black and colored communities in Holland according to my opinion. Probably because there are so many different ethnicities and cultures within these communities. But the African Surinamese and African Antillean communities in particular have been torn apart. They don’t really work together like the Moroccans and Turks do, because these two population groups often create their own companies in the Netherlands. But black people (including myself) often continue to work for a boss, because we are afraid to start new business. I don’t have a bad job and I can get by just fine, but I work for the Dutch government and I feel like I’m just a little pawn in a huge bureaucratic machine and I see that many other black people are in the same position. Why can’t we come together and create a new business? Black people are often so insecure, confused and messed up mentally and emotionally, which hinders our creativity and productivity, partly because of the slavery and colonial past, but also because of our discriminatory religions suppressing the power of our souls and our obsessive search for white beauty and a ‘white savior’. But is Christ really white? Or is that a lie?
Despite some discriminatory texts against gay men in the Bible, I still believe in Christ, because he started appearing in my dreams, as far as I can remember, when I was a 6 year old child in 1984 or 1985. In the first dream I can remember, Christ showed the stigmata in his hands to me. At that young age I did not know the resurrection story, because my Catholic parents never read the Bible to me and we never visited churches, so all I knew as a 6 year old boy was that Christ died on the cross, because I had seen that image on my rosary. So even though I did not know the resurrection story, the resurrected Christ still appeared in my dream. That’s very special to me. I think he wanted to come close to me, because he wanted to prove that he’s real and probably because he was concerned about my well-being. I know it was really him, because there’s simply no one like him. His presence is so divine. I’ve never seen such a humble man who is so majestic at the same time. I have seen Christ in many more dreams, but honestly, in a lot of dreams I didn’t recognize him, because he looked so different. Based on those dreams, I think this must be his true appearance. So I’m pretty sure what the real historical ‘Yeshua’ or ‘Yehoshua’ (maybe his original Hebrew name?) looked like and I can tell that he looks different from the bearded white man with long dark or blond hair that you see in biblical illustrations, paintings, documentaries and movies. Surprisingly, in most of my dreams he had short dark (curly) hair, a (light) brown skin color and often no beard or only a stubble beard. It wasn’t until I grew up that I finally realized that the colored man with short dark curly hair was also Christ! I guess that’s what the real historical Yeshua used to look like. Actually, that’s what some dreams revealed to me in the early 2000s. It made me realize that internalized racism was also present in me. Because of my brainwashing, I couldn’t recognize the short-haired and brown-skinned Yeshua as Christ in my own dreams for so many years!!! Nevertheless he was always very kind, respectful and supportive to me. That’s how I know that he loves LGBTQI people. When churches tell you that Christ disapproves of gay people, you should know that’s a lie made up by hateful priests! For centuries demonic entities have tried to change and suppress the true identity and the true loving message of Christ. The truth is he loves outcasts and will always support them.
Christ was of Middle Eastern descent…. or maybe not? Because the Middle East is a name coined by Western European colonists in the late 19th century. So, which ethnicities lived in the Southern Levant (Judaea) over 2000 years ago when Christ walked there? I assume that North Africa was originally inhabited primarily by black people (in the 2nd millenium BC and earlier) and the Arabian Peninsula was mainly inhabited by non-Muslim Arab people, so I guess the Southern Levant was a meeting place where black Africans and brown Arabs met. Most inhabitants spoke Semitic languages (e.g. Aramaic) and possibly also Classical Greek and/or Latin (= the languages of the southern European colonists). Let me remind you that ancient Egypt (originally called ‘Kemet’) and Canaan, which were inhabited and ruled by black Africans for a long time, changed a lot after it was conquered by the Assyrians (from Mesopotamia), the Macedonians (from Greece), the Romans and then by the Islamic Arabs. I think all four ethnicities looked quite similar with (light) brown skin and black hair (curly, wavy or straight), although Assyrians and Arabs were probably a bit darker than Macedonians and Romans. The Southern Levant (Canaan) was originally part of ancient black Egypt, for example during the New Kingdom of Egypt (1570 – 1069 BC), before being conquered by Assyrians, Europeans and Islamic Arabs. So I conclude, around 2000 years ago, the people of the Southern Levant (Judaea) must have been a mixed (multi-ethnic) population group, with brown, dark brown or light brown skin and mostly black hair, which could be kinky, curly, wavy or straight. I assume that Yeshua was not part of Egyptian culture, although according to the Gospel of Matthew he may have lived in Egypt for a while, but based on my dreams I think he did bear a strong resemblance to the ancient Egyptians. I’ve been to Egypt (Luxor) in 2019 and I think Yeshua could definitely blend in with the current local mixed population there (Egyptian, Nubian and Arab). I also believe that the ancient Israelites in Canaan were descended from the ancient Egyptians. They had brown skin and black hair (kinky or curly), like most North Africans at that time. I’m inclined to think that they are the ancestors of Yeshua. So I strongly believe if Yeshua walked on the Earth today, a lot of people would not pay attention to him, simply because he doesn’t look like a white man from Europe. Millions of so called ‘Christians’ would reject him simply because of his skin color and kinky or curly hair texture. Many black and colored people would also reject him, because they don’t like that hair type. All of them are racists, but that’s just my personal opinion. Finally, I would like to point out that in the Ethiopian Church, which is one of the oldest Christian institutions in the world, Yeshua has always been seen as a black African.
The King of the Netherlands apologized for Holland’s slavery past. What will this mean for the future of black and colored people in the Netherlands? Of course an apology is just a ceremonial formality. I do appreciate it, because it has a lot of meaning, but it will not change our lives. So what’s next? First of all, it’s important to know that excessive force against black and colored people still happens today, especially police violence which is often the result of racial profiling, and many of them are really innocent. That’s why the Black Lives Matter movement is so important today, because it tries to raise awareness in the hope that something will change. Even though this movement comes from the United States of America, it also matters for black/colored people living in Western European countries. Don’t listen to anti-woke conservatives trying to demonize the Black Lives Matter movement and claiming this movement was created by the so called ‘globalists’. That’s not true! Secondly, I think the best thing black and colored people can do is look within themselves. Deal with the racism in your own heart, because during slavery times a lot of slaves copied the racist ways of thinking from their white masters. In 1873 there came an end to physical slavery for black people in Suriname, but there’s still a lot of mental slavery among black people today. Will black and colored people be able to set themselves free from mental slavery??? Because in their minds they still think and act like slaves, but that’s just my personal opinion again. They often suffer from a low self-esteem. So I’d like to say to them: Look at yourself in the mirror! You are beautiful and smart. As long as your minds are not really free, you are still slaves, sadly. And my message to all black, white, colored and mixed people: Set your mind free! Learn to think with your heart. Everything you see in this world is only temporary. Physical beauty is only temporary. Material success is only temporary. Fame and fortune are temporary and followers/subscribers are temporary too. We don’t need 10.000 friends or subscribers. Nothing lasts on this mortal planet. Thank God! We should be grateful that death exists, because this is a very nasty world to live in. So my message to people is: Love your soul and take care of it! It’s like giving water to a flower. Prepare for the afterlife (if you believe there’s something more)! Free yourself from all the lies that your families, friends and local churches or mosques told you and all the burdens that they placed on your back and shoulders. I know your cross is heavy.
The moral of my story is that nobody wishes to be a beast of burden. Over the centuries this has happened to so many people who were captured, dehumanized and forced to live and work as slaves. This already started thousands of years ago. Even in the postmodern era, there’s still a lot of modern slavery such as trafficking in women and children. But trauma also happens to intelligent animals today, such as gorillas, elephants, horses, donkeys and giraffes. They have feelings too! There’s so much animal abuse. Animals that are forced to live in cages in a zoo or forced to perform in top sports and circuses or used for heavy physical work. A lot of those magnificent animals don’t even know what freedom feels like, because they were born in captivity. Luckily, I know what freedom feels like and I know it’s a human right, but it’s also a privilege, because not everybody is allowed to be free. That’s why we should never take freedom for granted. It’s something we must protect at all costs! Stay vigilant, because there are many anti-woke conservatives who are old-fashioned racists and some of them anonymously post very racist comments on social media, expressing their believe that the white race is far superior and that slavery should never have been abolished. So even today there are some white folks who think that way. That’s scary. How is this possible? I guess there are a lot of angry white people on social media today, because they are losing their white privilege in a world that’s changing. So is there a chance that history (slavery) will be repeated? Well, only time will tell. And how could we prevent that history will be repeated? Read the warnings on the wall and raise awareness in people, especially young people, because they are the future. Let them read books that tell the truth. But most of all, teach children to show compassion for people who are weaker. My African ancestors were not free for a long time, because they were not seen as fully human. So what does it take to be seen as human? And why are only humans allowed to be free and animals not? Why are their feelings less important to some people? Why are creatures with a lower IQ not allowed to be free? They still have feelings and need love. Just because you’re more intelligent doesn’t mean you have the right to enslave less intelligent beings. People with the highest IQ could use their intelligence for so many good causes and yet they often choose to use it for bad things such as selfishness, greed and lust for power, and sowing division and war. Well, that’s just monstrous, barbaric and cowardly. Those sadists must have a very low EQ. What could you do when you meet that type of person? Stand up to him or her! Do not ever accept toxic behaviour! Protect the weak, the homeless, the disabled, the ones who are not able to speak up for themselves. Back in 2004 I visited a zoo in Berlin (Germany) and saw some gorillas in a cage behind glass. A gorilla and I looked at each other. Somehow I got the feeling that I was looking at a human being. It was her eyes, her body language, the way the mother gorilla held her baby in her arms, and I just felt so sad and ashamed that she had to live like this. I’m able to express my feelings with words, but she can’t. So I wonder: How did she feel?
Ryan Maurice Roemer, 9 July 2023 Art History graduate, Leiden University
In loving memory of my maternal grandmother (Heligonda Roemer) who died on the 9th of July 2019. She was 95 years old and a devoted Christian woman. I think the King’s apology would have meant a lot to her.
He takes me beyond this door, beyond this neighbourhood, beyond this city where I lived all my life. He takes me beyond this country, beyond this continent, beyond this sea where I ran to all my life. I feel safe in the palm of his hand. His love is like an elevator lifting me up. He lifts me up!
I wrote this song on 25 September 2012. Filmed on 16 February 2013. I was 34 years old in the video.
With this song I would like to remember Ascension Day. I found this old video from 2013 in my digital archive. I wasn’t happy with my performance at the time, but now 10 years later I’ve grown to feel more positive about it. It wasn’t so bad after all. The song is based on dreams. Christ started appearing in my dreams when I was a child growing up in the 1980s and 1990s. He’s the kindest and most loyal man I have ever met. This might surprise a lot of people, because I’m a gay man. As a child I was bullied because of my girlie voice and manners. As an adult I still get a different treatment by a lot of people. The Bible calls feminine men like me an abomination. People think it’s alright to mock gay men, especially effeminate men and transgender women, because the Bible calls them demonic. It saddens me that Christ is misunderstood by so many people all over the world. They keep using his name to justify their discriminating and hateful actions towards people who are different, people who are outcasts. Christ has always been kind to me in dreams and never disrespectful and he never gave me the feeling there was something wrong with me. He has always accepted me for who I am and never tried to change me. He knows that homosexuality, lesbianism, bisexuality and hermaphrodites have always existed. Same-sex relationships not only occur in humans but also in animals. It has always existed and will continue to exist whether you like it or not, because it’s part of nature. Anyone with some common sense knows that. You don’t have to be an academic to understand this. The reason that a lot of people deny the truth is because they are brainwashed by a sick dogma that has torn apart people for centuries. Anyone who discriminates LGBTQI people in the name of Christ is not a real Christian. First of all, because Christ is not a hater and has always chosen love. He would never bully or mock another human being, for he would always show compassion to outcasts. The hatred lives in you, not in him. The Christ that people see in images in the mainstream media is not the real Christ. Nothing but lies. His name is not Jesus, because Christ never had an English name. He also never had long hair on his shoulders and he was not blond. It’s more likely that he was a black or brown man with dark hair (of black North African or Arab West Asian descent), probably initially an adherent of the Jewish faith (the Essenes) and a follower of John the Baptist and later the leader of the Nazarenes (Christians), who lived in the Roman province of Judaea, which was originally part of the black North African culture in the New Kingdom of Egypt (1570 – 1069 BC). And last but not least, Christ loved outcasts. Deal with it!
He lifted me up in dreams. He made me fly. With this song I lift him up on Ascension Day. After all the abuse that you’ve endured, fly away, Christ!
The biblical god is a typical alpha male bully. Especially effeminates deal with a lot of discrimination. We have to let go of this evil god. All effeminate boys deserve respect, love and some fun. Treat another person the way you would like to be treated yourself. If you’re not able to love an effeminate man, then you don’t deserve to be loved either.
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PART 1 OF THE TEXT
OLD TESTAMENT, Leviticus chapter 18 verse 22.
The false Hebrew god speaks to Moses:
‘You shall not lie with a male as lie with a woman;
it is an abomination.’
OLD TESTAMENT, Leviticus chapter 20 verse 13.
The false Hebrew god speaks to Moses:
‘If a man lies with a male as with a woman, both of them
have committed an abomination; they shall surely be put
to death; their blood is upon them.’
NEW TESTAMENT, Romans chapter 1 verse 26-27.
A letter written by Paul the Apostle to the Romans:
‘For this cause God gave them up unto vile affections:
for even their women did change the natural use into
that which is against nature: And likewise also the men,
leaving the natural use of the woman, burned in their lust
one toward another; men with men working that which is
unseemly, and receiving in themselves that recompense of
their error which was meet.’ (King James Version)
NEW TESTAMENT, Romans chapter 1 verse 26-27.
A letter written by Paul the Apostle to the Romans:
‘Because of this, God gave them over to shameful lusts.
Even their women exchanged natural sexual relations for
unnatural ones. In the same way the men also abandoned
natural relations with women and were inflamed with lust
for one another. Men committed shameful acts with other
men, and received in themselves the due penalty for their
error.’ (New International Version)
NEW TESTAMENT, 1 Corinthians chapter 6 verse 9-11.
A letter written by Paul the Apostle to the Corinthians:
‘Know ye not that the unrighteous shall not inherit the
kingdom of God? Be not deceived: neither fornicators,
nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor effeminate, nor abusers
of themselves with mankind, nor thieves, nor covetous,
nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor extortioners, shall
inherit the kingdom of God. And such were some of you:
but ye are washed, but ye are sanctified, but ye are
justified in the name of the Lord Jesus, and by the Spirit
of our God.’ (King James Version)
NEW TESTAMENT, 1 Corinthians chapter 6 verse 9-11.
A letter written by Paul the Apostle to the Corinthians:
‘Or do you not know that wrongdoers will not inherit the
kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: Neither the sexually
immoral nor idolaters nor adulterers nor men who have
sex with men, nor thieves nor the greedy nor drunkards
nor slanderers nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom
of God. And that is what some of you were. But you were
washed, you were sanctified, you were justified in the
name of the Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our
God.’ (New International Version)
MY STORY AND DREAMS
From a young age I knew that I was different. As a
young child I was a girly boy, because I had a girly
voice and I played with dolls and My Little Ponies.
When I was about 7 years old, I loved dressing up,
so sometimes I wore my mother’s dresses which
were way too large for me, and I loved making
wigs. I never wanted to be a girl, but dressing up
was just fun to me when I was a little child,
although I stopped doing it when I was about
10 years old. I simply lost interest for women’s
clothes. Maybe because I discovered other hobbies.
When I was 12 years old, other children in my
neighbourhood started bullying me and calling me
a faggot, because I was a 12 year old boy with a
girly voice. When I went to high school, students
bullied me for many years. I was bullied for my
brown skin color, but also for being a sissy. They
didn’t want to sit next to me, because they believed
that I had aids, but I had never been intimate with
another boy or man at that time. So it was prejudice
and fear. I was so innocent at that time. When I was
17 years old, I didn’t even know what gay sex
exactly meant. I had no idea what kind of sex two
men could have with each other. But I was very
much aware of the fact that I was gay.
I’ve always felt attracted to other men. When I was
6 or 7 years old, I already started getting crushes on
other boys at school (Nutsschool Morgenstond in
The Hague, Netherlands). For example, there was an
older boy with dark hair at my school, much older
than I was, maybe he was 11 or 12 years old, and
I thought he was so beautiful. During lunch break
I went to our playground, I was only 6 or 7 years
old, and I couldn’t help looking at this gorgeous
older boy with dark hair. This older boy had a blond
friend who was the same age (11 or 12) and this
blond guy became my big friend at school and he
protected me. But there were also some other kids
(mostly girls) who became my friends. I had a great
time at elementary school.
Many years later, when I attended a catholic high
school (St. Janscollege in The Hague), things had
changed. At high school there was nobody who
protected me. There was nobody who comforted
me when I felt sad. Not even school teachers were
able to stop the bullying. So I had to learn to stand
up for myself. In 1993 or 1994 when I was 15 years
old, a few boys at school asked me if I was gay and
I said ‘yes’. Then they got angry and started calling
ugly names to me. Soon everybody at school knew
it. After this bad experience I was afraid to come
out of the closet, because I was afraid for people’s
reactions, although everybody already suspected
that I was gay, because I came across effeminate
because of my girly voice. But still it took me a long
time to come out. Eventually on 7 October 2000
when I turned 22 years old, I finally came out to
my parents and other family.
Even today I’m still being discriminated against
when I apply for a job. So many employers rejected
me and said I was too “soft” for the job. People
always think I’m too soft, because I have a soft and
feminine voice. Whenever I talk to people on the
phone, they always think I’m a woman, so then
I have to tell them I’m a man. There have been many
prejudices against me and my career has really
suffered because of that. I have a master’s degree
and bachelor’s degree in Art History (Leiden
University). Yes, I know that for most art history
graduates it’s hard to find a job in this era, but
that’s not the only reason I can’t find a decent job
in a museum or someplace else. There’s also a lot of
prejudice against me, because whenever people see
me and hear my voice, they immediately think I’m
gay. Somehow they always think I’m too soft for the
job. They won’t take me seriously, because they
think I’m just a sissy. I can’t help having a soft voice
and looking skinny. I’m not a macho looking man,
but I know I’m tough enough for any job!
For many years I’ve wondered where these
prejudices come from. Well, I think this hatred
comes from religions such as Judaism, Christianity
and Islam. These religions have caused so much
suffering in this world, not only discriminating
against homosexuals and lesbians, but especially
discrimination against men who are naturally
feminine. People will accept a gay man much
quicker if he keeps acting masculine (straight-
acting), but they will reject a gay man who comes
across a bit feminine. This is crazy, because there’s
some femininity in every man and there’s some
masculinity in every woman. That’s nature! Every
child is created by a man and woman! You’ll get dna
from both sexes. Don’t feel ashamed of that!
I was born in The Hague, Netherlands on 7 October
1978 and raised in a catholic family, because my
mother and father come from catholic families in
Suriname (South America). I was baptized in a
catholic church in The Hague on 6 January 1980
when I was 1 year old. But my parents were not
strict catholic, so I was lucky. I had a lot of freedom.
My parents split up in summer 1983. In June 1985 my
mother married a Dutch man (my stepfather) who is
not religious at all, but my mother and I kept our
faith. I started having doubts about Christianity when
I was 18 years old, because the whitewashing of
Yeshua (Jesus) seemed suspicious to me. Another
reason, many christians always use a double standard
and they are so pretentious. They condemn a loving
kiss between two men, but they enjoy watching
violence in Hollywood movies, video games and on
television. Many christians in the United States also
support gun possession. Their way of thinking is just
so ridiculous. It’s all brainwashing and I will not
tolerate it any longer!
The false god in the Bible needs to go! When I was
a little boy reading the Bible, Genesis chapter 22
(Binding of Isaac), I always thought it was very
strange that this so called “god” tempts Abraham to
sacrifice his own beloved son Isaac. What kind of god
would ask something like that to a mortal? What a
bully! Obviously, this god wants to put fear in people,
so he’s not loving at all. It’s a clear example of power
abuse (reference to #metoo movement). Just because
a god is more powerful, does that make it okay to
abuse his power in this way and to bully our loved
ones? Hell no! Of course I know that Abraham did not
have to sacrifice his son eventually, but still the idea
that a god would dare to ask something like that is so
disrespectful and evil. A true loving God would never
ask something like that, because it’s unnatural to kill
your own child! This biblical god is evil, so we have to
let him go! He acts like a typical alpha male bully who
doesn’t have any respect for the LGBT community.
Biblical god, you are dismissed!
There’s only one positive thing coming from the
Bible and that’s Yeshua (Jesus). The way Yeshua
helped outcasts and sick people is a story that has
touched me. I believe he really cared for those
people. I just don’t understand, how could the
Hebrew biblical god Jahweh be the “Father” of
Yeshua? Yeshua seems like such a good loving person,
while his so called “Father” is the complete opposite.
His “Father” seems so aggressive, violent,
misogynistic and homophobic. Are Yeshua and
Jahweh really the same person? Well, I hope not!
Written by Ryan Maurice Roemer on 29 March 2018.
PART 2 OF THE TEXT
Nobody tells me who I have to love or how I should
make love. I have the right to be intimate with
another man if that makes me feel good. As long as
there are two adults who choose to be intimate with
each other and nobody gets physically hurt, then
who are you to judge them? Maybe you’re jealous?
Because you don’t want other people to be happy?
What two people do in bed is private as long as
there’s no physical abuse.
People have to learn to say what they want or don’t
want in bed. If you enjoy something, you have to say
it. And if something makes you feel uncomfortable,
you should not do it. For example, I like to make love
to a man, but I don’t want anal sex with him, so that’s
something I’ve never done. I’m simply not interested
in that type of intercourse.
But don’t let religion destroy your joy in life. Have a
happy gay life! Don’t become the prisoner of what
other people want you to be. I know it can be really
hard to break free. But eventually, all animals
(including human beings) want to be free.
When I sleep, I get really special dreams sometimes.
On 1 February 2017 I dreamed that I was going on a
vacation with a male friend. In this dream we have
already packed our bags, so we leave our home and
walk to the nearest bus stop at the corner of the
street. It’s a bright and sunny day. At the bus stop
I realize that I forgot something, so I walk back to my
home really fast, because my home is in the same
street. In the meantime my friend keeps waiting at
the bus stop. So I enter my home and take that
missing thing (but I don’t remember what exactly)
and then I go back to the bus stop. I start running,
because the bus has already arrived. My friend gets
on the bus and he puts our luggage inside. He keeps
waiting for me, but the bus driver doesn’t want to
wait for me. So the bus drives away and I’m left
behind all by myself. I start running after the bus,
because I don’t want to miss my airplane at the
airport, but the bus drives too fast. I also think of my
songbook which is in my bag, but my bag is in the
bus. I hope my friend won’t secretly read my
songbook, because some songs I wrote are really
personal. I try to catch my bus at the next stop, but
I’m still too far away. So the bus drives away again.
Then I decide to start flying, because in dreams
I often have this ability to fly. So I spread my arms
and start flying in the sky. I hope I can catch my bus
in this way. But after a while the blue sky suddenly
changes into a gigantic stone ceiling. It has become
the stone ceiling of a large public building (maybe
a shopping mall), which means that I’ve become
imprisoned in a public building and I can’t get out.
This must be evil magic. But I won’t give up, so I try
to fly (just like a spirit) right through the ceiling and
the roof of this building. Luckily, my spiritual method
works! So I’m outside and free again. I start flying
higher and higher in the blue sky. I can see the whole
city now!
After some time I realize that I’m not alone anymore,
because I’m being carried by someone high in the sky.
A divine man (maybe an angel) has appeared and
he is flying in the sky, while he carries me on his back.
By the way, I have met him in a lot of dreams since
my childhood. He flies over the city’s landscape,
so from the sky I see plenty of beautiful red brick
buildings on the surface of the land. One of those
larger buildings seems to be a church. He flies to this
church and lands on his feet right in front of the
church door. I understand he wants to go to church,
but I don’t want to go there anymore, so I get off his
back and leave him and I start flying by myself again.
From the sky I can see him walk to the door and enter
the church. I don’t want to go with him, because I just
want to be free. I fought so hard for my freedom,
so I’m not giving it up, and I’m not even sure if this
church is a good place. I don’t trust it. Maybe it’s just
another prison in disguise. So I fly away to the sea
where I feel happy. Then I wake up from my dream.
Around 1985/1986 when I was 6 or 7 years old,
I got a special dream. In this dream I’m back in my
old neighbourhood (Wapserveenstraat in The Hague).
It’s evening and getting darker. Together with
dozens of other children (over 100) I’m standing on
the large playground. We are waiting for a man.
This man is like a father figure to me. We keep
waiting and waiting and waiting, because we know
that he will return to us. Eventually, our wish comes
true, because he finally comes along. He walks by
himself and enters our playground. This tall man is a
cross-dresser, because he’s dressed like a woman.
He walks in high heels and wears a knee length dress,
a women’s hat and a handbag. There’s also a little
make-up on his face and he has long hair. When he
enters the playground, all children feel so happy and
start cheering and we all run to him. This effeminate
man is the kindest person in the world! I feel a little
bit jealous, because I don’t want to share my
effeminate father figure with all these other children.
So I make sure that I stand right next to him. Then
after a while I wake up in bed. This was a recurring
dream around 1985-1988.
Now that you’ve read my dreams, what do you
think? Do you think that our saviour could be a
cross-dresser or an effeminate man? I hope so!
That would be wonderful! Don’t be afraid of him!
All effeminate boys deserve love and some fun!
Let’s work together, so that we can make a real
visible change in the world. A change that all our
children will benefit from in the future.
Back in August 1994 when I was 15 years old,
I wrote a song. I think this song is appropriate for
this special occasion, so I recorded the song again
on 9 April 2018. I play the xylophone, but I keep it
really simple, because I have very little experience.
But I don’t care, so here is my performance.
LET’S GIVE ALL WE HAVE (lyrics)
I’m tired of sharing fun with myself.
It’s never been my wish, like today.
I’ve always been happy, as you see.
It could have been better together.
And I know that’s the way you think too.
Together we’ll take it much further.
Let’s give all we have.
What’s inside of you?
Whatever it is,
I’m gonna treat you right.
Tell me why you need me as a friend.
Know the reason yourself why it’s me.
‘Cause whatever we have, has value.
Don’t break down the road in front of us.
And I know that’s the way you think too.
Together we’ll take it much further.
Let’s give all we have.
What’s inside of you?
Whatever it is,
I’m gonna treat you right.
But life is not a fairy tale.
Try to survive my bad moods.
Don’t run away too.
And I know that’s the way you think too.
Together we’ll take it much further.
Let’s give all we have.
What’s inside of you?
Whatever it is,
I’m gonna treat you right.
Let’s give all we have.
What’s inside of you?
Whatever it is,
I’m gonna treat you right.
Let’s give all we have!
Tell me!
What’s inside of you?
Tell me!
Aha
What’s inside of you?
OLD TESTAMENT, Leviticus chapter 18 verse 22. The false Hebrew god speaks to Moses:
‘You shall not lie with a male as lie with a woman; it is an abomination.’
OLD TESTAMENT, Leviticus chapter 20 verse 13. The false Hebrew god speaks to Moses:
‘If a man lies with a male as with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination; they shall surely be put to death; their blood is upon them.’
NEW TESTAMENT, Romans chapter 1 verse 26-27. A letter written by Paul the Apostle to the Romans:
‘For this cause God gave them up unto vile affections: for even their women did change the natural use into that which is against nature: And likewise also the men, leaving the natural use of the woman, burned in their lust one toward another; men with men working that which is unseemly, and receiving in themselves that recompense of their error which was meet.’ (King James Version)
NEW TESTAMENT, Romans chapter 1 verse 26-27. A letter written by Paul the Apostle to the Romans:
‘Because of this, God gave them over to shameful lusts. Even their women exchanged natural sexual relations for unnatural ones. In the same way the men also abandoned natural relations with women and were inflamed with lust for one another. Men committed shameful acts with other men, and received in themselves the due penalty for their error.’ (New International Version)
NEW TESTAMENT, 1 Corinthians chapter 6 verse 9-11. A letter written by Paul the Apostle to the Corinthians:
‘Know ye not that the unrighteous shall not inherit the kingdom of God? Be not deceived: neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor effeminate, nor abusers of themselves with mankind, nor thieves, nor covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor extortioners, shall inherit the kingdom of God. And such were some of you: but ye are washed, but ye are sanctified, but ye are justified in the name of the Lord Jesus, and by the Spirit of our God.’ (King James Version)
NEW TESTAMENT, 1 Corinthians chapter 6 verse 9-11. A letter written by Paul the Apostle to the Corinthians:
‘Or do you not know that wrongdoers will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: Neither the sexually immoral nor idolaters nor adulterers nor men who have sex with men, nor thieves nor the greedy nor drunkards nor slanderers nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God. And that is what some of you were. But you were washed, you were sanctified, you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our God.’ (New International Version)
From a young age I knew that I was different. As a young child I was a girly boy, because I had a girly voice and I played with dolls and My Little Ponies. When I was about 7 years old, I loved dressing up, so sometimes I wore my mother’s dresses which were way too large for me, and I loved making wigs. I never wanted to be a girl, but dressing up was just fun to me when I was a little child, although I stopped doing it when I was about 10 years old. I simply lost interest for women’s clothes. Maybe because I discovered other hobbies. When I was 12 years old, other children in my neighbourhood started bullying me and calling me a faggot, because I was a 12 year old boy with a girly voice. When I went to high school students bullied me for many years. I was bullied for my brown skin color, but also for being a sissy. They didn’t want to sit next to me, because they believed that I had aids, but I had never been intimate with another boy or man at that time. So it was prejudice and fear. I was so innocent at that time. When I was 17 years old, I didn’t even know what gay sex exactly meant. I had no idea what kind of sex two men could have with each other. But I was very much aware of the fact that I was gay.
I’ve always felt attracted to other men. When I was 6 or 7 years old, I already started getting crushes on other boys at school (Nutsschool Morgenstond in The Hague, Netherlands). For example, there was an older boy with dark hair at my school, much older than I was, maybe he was 11 or 12 years old, and I thought he was so beautiful. During the lunch break I went to our playground, I was only 6 or 7 years old, and I couldn’t help looking at this gorgeous older boy with dark hair. This older boy had a blond friend who was the same age (11 or 12) and this blond guy became my big friend at school and he protected me. But there were also some other kids (mostly girls) who became my friends. I had a great time at elementary school.
Many years later, when I attended a catholic high school (St. Janscollege in The Hague), things had changed. At high school there was nobody who protected me. There was nobody who comforted me when I felt sad. Not even school teachers were able to stop the bullying. So I had to learn to stand up for myself. In 1993 or 1994 when I was 15 years old, a few boys at school asked me if I was gay and I said ‘yes’. Then they got angry and started calling ugly names to me. Soon everybody at school knew it. After this bad experience I was afraid to come out of the closet, because I was afraid for people’s reactions, although everybody already suspected that I was gay, because I came across effeminate because of my girly voice. But still it took me a long time to come out. Eventually on 7 October 2000 when I turned 22 years old, I finally came out to my parents and other family.
Even today I’m still being discriminated against when I apply for a job. So many employers rejected me and said I was too “soft” for the job. People always think I’m too soft, because I have a soft and feminine voice. Whenever I talk to people on the phone, they always think I’m a woman, so then I have to tell them I’m a man. There have been many prejudices against me and my career has really suffered because of that. I have a master’s degree and bachelor’s degree in Art History (Leiden University). Yes, I know that for most art history graduates it’s hard to find a job in this era, but that’s not the only reason I can’t find a decent job in a museum or someplace else. There’s also a lot of prejudice against me, because whenever people see me and hear my voice, they immediately think I’m gay. Somehow they always think I’m too soft for the job. They won’t take me seriously, because they think I’m just a sissy. I can’t help having a soft voice and looking skinny. I’m not a macho looking man, but I know I’m tough enough for any job!
For many years I’ve wondered where these prejudices come from. Well, I think this hatred comes from religions such as Judaism, Christianity and Islam. These religions have caused so much suffering in this world, not only discriminating against homosexuals and lesbians, but especially discrimination against men who are naturally feminine. People will accept a gay man much quicker if he keeps acting masculine (straight-acting), but they will reject a gay man who comes across a bit feminine. This is crazy, because there’s some femininity in every man and there’s some masculinity in every woman. That’s nature! Every child is created by a man and woman! You’ll get dna from both sexes. Don’t feel ashamed of that!
I was born in The Hague, Netherlands on 7 October 1978 and raised in a catholic family, because my mother and father come from catholic families in Suriname (South America). I was baptized in a catholic church in The Hague on 6 January 1980 when I was 1 year old. But my parents were not strict catholic, so I was lucky. I had a lot of freedom. My parents split up in summer 1983 and then my mother married a Dutch man (my stepfather) who is not religious at all, but my mother and I kept our faith. I started having doubts about christianity when I was 18 years old, because the whitewashing of Yeshua (Jesus) seemed suspicious to me. Another reason, many christians always use a double standard and they are so pretentious. They condemn a loving kiss between two men, but they enjoy watching violence in Hollywood movies, video games and on television. Many christians in the United States also support gun possession. Their way of thinking is just so ridiculous. It’s all brainwashing and I will not tolerate it any longer!
The false god in the Bible needs to go! When I was a little boy reading the Bible, Genesis chapter 22 (Binding of Isaac), I always thought it was very strange that this so called “god” tempts Abraham to sacrifice his own beloved son Isaac. What kind of god would ask something like that to a mortal? What a bully! Obviously, this god wants to put fear in people, so he’s not loving at all. It’s a clear example of power abuse (reference to #metoo movement). Just because a god is more powerful, does that make it okay to abuse his power in this way and to bully our loved ones? Hell no! Of course I know that Abraham did not have to sacrifice his son eventually, but still the idea that a god would dare to ask something like that is so disrespectful and evil. A true loving God would never ask something like that, because it’s unnatural to kill your own child! This biblical god is evil and we have to let him go! He acts like a typical alpha male bully who doesn’t have any respect for the LGBT community. Biblical god, you are dismissed!
There’s only one positive thing coming from the Bible and that’s Yeshua (Jesus). The way Yeshua helped outcasts and sick people is a story that has touched me. I believe he really cared for those people. I just don’t understand, how could the Hebrew biblical god Jahweh be the “Father” of Yeshua? Yeshua seems like such a good loving person, while his so called “Father” is the complete opposite. His “Father” seems so aggressive, violent, misogynistic and homophobic. Are Yeshua and Jahweh really the same person? Well, I hope not!