I Do Not Want Your God

(10 am. – promoted by ek hornbeck)



However, the story moves on to one island area that remained blighted despite the miracles. This is an island on which the indigenous populations’ ancestors had killed a missionary in 1867. The video shows the process through which the community prayed, fasted, and repented of this generational curse. Like other vignettes in the Transformation videos, native artifacts and ritual items like carved masks were thrown into bonfires. The descendants of the murdered (and eaten) missionary traveled to the island to attend a ceremony of repentance by the inhabitants and release them from the generational curse. The island was also miraculously renewed after the event, including the immediate cleansing of a poisonous polluted stream.


In Oklahoma a combination of leaders from the New Apostolic Reformation and Intercessors for American are training Native Americans in spiritual warfare and “Christian military” training. These efforts to bring Native Americans into the Apostolic fold are repeated throughout the country including Alaska.

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Native Americans Divorcing Baal A similar effort has been conducted with Native Americans in Georgia…

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The Apostles then helped the Native American in “filing declarations of divorce against the defendant (Baal) by the plaintiff (the Church), and the necessity of the writ of divorce being decreed by the court of heaven for the divorce to be finalized.”

I do not want your god.

You say the devil is in the wilderness,

But the greatest peace I have ever known is with the sun shining bright,

The wind blowing on my burned face,

Or the moon shining like the sun on a solstice.

I do not want your god.

You believe the annihilation of my ancestors is divinely authorized.

Even your religious coercions today are still cultural genocide,

As you make darkness bow its head in shame for the choices you make.

I do not want your god.

Every time you say your Devil’s name he comes and dances  

Though you say he’s “under your feet.”

It’s your Devil, you keep him.

I do not want your god.

And while your Religious Fascism killed my clan,

Who knows not who they are –

I forgive you, the white man,

But I’ll never forget.

I do not want your god.

I may not know where the bones of my ancestors are,

Whose culture your Religious Fascism murdered –

But they breath through me,

I know who I am.

I do not need your god to be free.

I am free of hate,

I am free of fear,

And all I see with your god is hate and fear.

I do not want your god.


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    • Edger on January 19, 2009 at 14:51

    I won’t have anything to do with him either.

  1. Well said.

  2. BTW: How can the Church divorce Baal unless they were previously married?

  3. sister in law said the same thing. She is not a Native American but a conservative Democratic white woman who often makes my hair stand on end, She did not know who Rick Warren was but called after the inauguration and said she had to turn off the TV at the start because of the guy who called upon God in prayer. ‘I don’t want his God, why did they let him bring this creepy God to this day’. She was also appalled at how many blessings and prayers were addressed to a God she did not know or want. She ended by asking how come no one talked of Buddha, at least he was a centrist. LOL not my God either Grey Hawk! The devil it has are is  as false as the deity it calls on.      

  4. A total turnoff.

    The second guy, I didn’t even want to listen after the first guy and turned off the feed. That wasn’t fair and I missed a beautiful part of the ceremony because of it, but the first guy used up my entire “tolerance for fundamentalist Jesusosity” quota for the duration.

    I felt that the recited poem was as effective a prayer as any I’d heard – and one that fit MY concept of deity perfectly. My familiar (the tortoiseshell tabby Freya in my “hope kitty is hopin'” picture) eerily agreed – the moment the lady poet came to the podium, she perked up, turned around to face the goings on, and actually started paying attention while purring up a storm.

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