When I took initiation within the Bwiti tradition of southern Gabon in 2013, the (tenth generation, male) shaman made a revealing “off hand” remark in a relatively quiet moment.
“White [sic] women mostly don’t Know what a woman really is,” he began.
My hackles reflexively rose.
For I had heard things that sounded similar from many male shamans and medicine people as I traveled receiving my remedial re-indigenizing education since 2005. Veneration of the “madonna” aspects of the Feminine. Rejection of Her fiercer formats. Just like in modernity…
And I hadn’t then met the Bwiti women of southern Gabon. I couldn’t then even imagine them, or the vibrant, integrated, brilliant children of their community.
The Bwiti shaman looked right at me, smiled, and continued.
“Women in Gabon Know what a woman Really Is,” he said.
I thought, with reflexive mental supremacist hubris, “Yeah, that’s why you have something like 11 children by non-Gabonese women, dirtbag! And aren’t paying their mothers child support, according to multiple sources…”
He laughed. “But when the white [sic] women remember—watch out! They will rule this world.”
I Know—even Knew then, despite my mental supremacy blinders—that he didn’t mean “rule” in a mental supremacist, dominator way.
He was speaking his sixth or seventh language, a language heavily inflected with mental supremacy’s paradigmatic dualistic perceptions.
What he meant is that when “white” women remember the True Power of the Feminine, we’ll all Know that the sacred hoop is mended at last.
And everything changes from there.
I am not a fan of “the nation”, or of any mentally-based alliances between “nations”.
I have no illusion that the EU will save us from what we must each transform from within in order for a Truer peace to become the Law of all lands.
Still, I hear the voice of that Grace-full Feminine Power here. I feel the mended hoop humming.
And as my Bwiti family would, albeit with a dreadful accent, I say, “Basei! Kotisse!”
More Power to that, people! For all our relations!