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Are we really a superior species?

“How was your weekend?”
“Good. What church do you go to?”


Weekend and church must obviously go together I suppose.  After all, I did ask, “How was your church?”.
Firstly, an assumption was made as a reply to my genuine interest in causing conversation.
Secondly, answering the question was of far less importance to what was really requiring an answer.
Thirdly, the assumption made with a closed question leaves no possibility for an open conversation.
Finally, What the hell does my religious beliefs have to do with the price of fish?

Will you now judge me and assess me based on my answer to your question?
I have plenty of opinions myself and only look to actions as an indicator of a persons character.  After having a hilarious laugh with the talented Lani Wendt Young and her devil worshipping, my own personal experiences had a temporary outlet.

This most recent experience about my religious affiliation is no different to many others (too many for my liking in this one life time) I have encountered.  My experience with the automatic assumption has not surprised me yet. I look forward to being surprised one day but then I would probably need to be the ethnicity of another assumption. Another judgement. More of a generalisation. Statistically proven maybe.

“I indulge in evil sins of the flesh seducing my husband revelling in our heated connectedness and his attention. Lazing around watching movies with our kids and having many disagreements about the ownership of chores. Constanstly discussing hopes and dreams and whether our current actions will fulfil them”.

These thoughts and more were being contemplated before I looked her straight in the face (evil I am but I love to see first reactions) and answered, “I do not go to church”.

“Heeeey??”, like the vowel ‘e’  being combined with a climbing hey? was just audible so obviously a replay was necessary.

“No, my family do not go to church”, I repeated just in case clarification was required.

Searching for some opening to elaborate further was sadly futile.  In those few hopefully-you-haven’t-just-judged-me seconds, her facials screamed disappointment at me.   Actions speak forensically clearer than any argument can ever convey.

Facial contortion pinching at the forehead in a disapproving disbelieving horrified expression indicated an open conversation was not available.

Physically turning away from the evidence, “oh”, was murmured lowly under the breathe with the hint of gossip tone disappointment.  Like OMG you are soooo not worthy kind of oh.  (serious self control was activated)

I may not honour the Almighty in all the conventional ways generated by society succeeded from a long history that created the canvas of beliefs.
I choose my way.  Holding firmly onto the hand that guides my mind and using my eyes seeing  what can be possible.  I listen to the voice of my soul and it speaks kindly and patiently to this physical being that walks the earth absorbing everything in and slowly expressing fully her inner passions.   Awakening an awareness to the pure and simple behaviour of nature and life itself.

When did the inquiring mind become suppressed or confused by the threat of blasphemy?
Why and who gave us the absolute authority in civilisation?
What is civilisation but a declaration made by one species?

Natures laws are simple and have been tampered with and twisted by a so-called civilised species.  Parameters generated under the radar dictating what is appropriate behaviour.   The law of the jungle is simply TO EAT and BE EATEN.  That is who we are for each other in the cycle of life or the circle of life (cue the Lion King song).  And we should rejoice in being of service.

Thankful that I’m not sharks dinner or lions breakfast but I guess that is our species unique advantage. Our survival technique as does every other animal.

We have the ability of cognitive reasoning and thinking.   Operating by a set of universally accepted guidelines of appropriate and doing good unto others.  Treating others they way you want to be treated…
and even, WE majorly suck collectively using our own guidelines.  We create wars from our awesome thinking and kill off even the other species in the process.  Like who do we think we are.

Years and years of intelligence and we still only use only a tenth of our brains and that is the smartest pants of the brains in the world.
So I assert that I am merely a dumb human being with the utmost freedom to think for myself and not be bound by the constraints of conformation.

So NO I do not actively participate with the Sunday morning practises.
YES, I do when I am with my parents or family because I respect their beliefs.
I acknowledge other peoples beliefs and have no opinions on anyones personal religious affiliations.
My children are not damned because of my irresponsible parenting of not having them attached to one set of beliefs.  My children know God, greatness and the amazing bounty of their environment that I unashamedly drill into them regularly.  Gratitude is breathing.

If I must express an opinion it will be whether what I can see works for all people.  What could occur inside a religious community (or any other) that could be of service to that community.

The community exists because of people so therefore it stands out in blaring neon lights for me that the people be served in some way shape or form that forwards their lives.  I believe a harmonious existence void of unnecessary suffering and sacrifice could work favourably.  It is sacrilegious to hold people to ransom with an unfounded truth of only through suffering and sacrifice can a person be free, successful or do good.

Racism, equality etcetera and yet we are all separated by beliefs and standards.  Oh thats right..Yes we all have the right to freedom of speech and defending our civil liberty.  How about we just be great people and encourage greatness without the templates handed down by appointed leaders and past wars.

Yes, leaders serve a purpose AND hopefully for the good of the people.

At the end of the day and the fore of your own life: BE YOUR OWN LEADER!

Careful what you ask for…

“Seeking culture” is the title of an album I  created in my personal face book page of my first weaving session with WeAve Parramatta on April 20th 2012.

Mini samoan mat weaving in white curling ribbon
For one of my 3 amazing sisters XXX

Since that day of weaving my first mini Samoan mat I,

-have woven a fine mat out of gold curling ribbon

Samoan fine mat weaving in gold curling ribbon
The Golden Fine Mat

-have created and manage my own website/blog and NOW trialling SWHQ by Maureen Unasa

Samoan weaving hq bangles
Handwoven with HeART

-write poetry for self-therapy lol 🙂

Poem : Reap what you sow
Poetic Therapy 🙂

-have unintentionally made a traditional Samoan headpiece (tuiga) that won an art competition

Samoan Tuiga weaving Elements of a Warrior
My winning entry for the Sydney Telesa Spirit Women Art Competition.

-have made a mini mat mini series online instructional video

-have sewn my own Samoan two piece outfit (puletasi)

Samoan weaving HQ Puletasi
Non existent sewing skills….No problemo. I am Maureen Unasa 🙂

-have almost completed a DIY (do it yourself)shadow box frame for a wedding weaving piece

samoan weaving fine mat art black gold and white swhq
Love’s Journey

-am about to begin a woven floral project

Weaving a Red curling ribbon hibiscus ring.
Experimenting making flowers from curling ribbon

-will do a christmas weave with Year 6 students of my favourite primary school

weaving a star
All children are shining stars

-will meet (soon) and assist a sixteen year old Samoan girl with her visual arts project for next year

-have met and worked with amazing artists from all walks of life

-have met and connected with a few famous peeps

Maureen Unasa of SWHQ with Lani Wendt Young swhq
Meeting Lani Wendt Young author of the Telesa Trilogy

-have become seriously addicted to bangle-ing (bangle bling)

Samoan weaving bangles pandanus and lime:red raffia
Bangle-ing (Island Bangle Bling)

-have made lots of new friends near and far

What a roller coaster ride.

So what’s next…..

Loads of exciting possibilities in the pipe lines for 2013…but first on the agenda…….

Hanging out for a long awaited, scrimped and saved for, holiday to the land of my birth with my little family.

Reuniting with my siblings and parents after four years.  All together again.  Same place.  Same time.   Cheeeee Hoooooo.  (Samoans scream this alot when they are excited or EXTRAcited according to my younger sister. )

Sit back, sip, soak up some rays.  Who better to celebrate the year that was 2012?  With the ones that know me alllll tooooo welllll  of course hahahaha.

Abundant blessings to you all XXX