Rachel Dolezal

If Rachel Dolezal truly believes she is of a race not assigned to her at birth, then her situation IS similar to that of trans-folk and the criticism she is receiving is unfounded: 

"Transracial identity is not a thing." 
"She is mocking black people"
"Her attempt to pass as black is essentially black-face"
"It is impossible for a white person to be black."
"She pretended to be black for a decade."
"She is only perpetuating stereotypes."
"Even her own family is appalled at her behavior."
"She is deluded."
"Her attempt to appropriate black culture is based on a desire to access black privilege."

They are all eerily reminiscent of the criticisms that were lobbed against trans-women.  Just replace "black" with "female" and it's the same arguments...the same hate.   I had to listen to this crap flung at my kind for fifty years. 

It is also racist.   The argument goes that blacks who try to pass as white are considered sad, but since blacks are inferior to whites, it is only natural that they would want to better their position.  A white person pretending to be black one the other hand is essentially adopting a lesser position.  That's not just sad...that's evil.  Such people deserve to be humiliated and reviled.  This is the same argument that when I young made me think that since girls are inherently inferior to boys, a boy to wanting to be a girl was the worst thing in the world.   Such a desire had to be hidden from all.  NO ONE could know of this evil wish.      

So lay the fuck off.  If Rachel Dolezal says she is a black person trapped in the body of a white person, then she is.  

Meditation

I've come to the realization that I meditate a lot. I meditate in the sauna at LA Fitness. I am turning the simple act of eating into something like the Japanese Tea ceremony. Feelings of depression or loneliness trigger even more meditation sessions.

Feeling isolated has been happening frequently of late...sometimes reaching levels of despair. Anti-depressants take the edge off, but it is only when I can sit, relax, and shut off the noise that I can see that I am never truly alone. I could not tolerate this cloistered, monastic life without my god. In my deepest and most profound meditation, the world melts away and I see everything that isn't me as a manifestation of Her. 

I'm not saying any of this to try to convert anyone. My world view is my own and whether anyone shares it is of no importance to me. I am simply describing my current status.