ORIGINAL POST BY ORB_QUEEN (a reply to a post that was originally from another thread).

ooo thanks JimJam for the great feedback! I have a lot to say again also but going to have to do it later busy week ugh!! but Just a quick question my sister and I was talking about the Adam and Eve story and how they had Cain and Abel. We were discussing where the "other" people came from and she said something like they were "demons" I'm like what! I've never heard of that before she was like yeah there's a story behind it so have you heard this before? and what the heck is she talking about? I'm lost and confused but I promise to get back to you soon.

Thanks Orby, I look forward to your loooong reply.

Demons, nope I haven't heard that one. I must say, in of all the digging I have done on that subject, I've never stumbled across that one! Not that I wouldn't give it any merit or at least some serious research. In my world...anything is possible. I have heard different things relating to Adam & Eve though, the one I remembered most was a theory that Adam & Eve were Both Black. This is plausible to me, as I tend to relate that to the later theories that most white people are alien/human (by this I don't exclusively mean just aliens, but also human hybrids stemming from mythical & mystical beings from Hollow Earth, but in no way superior) hybrids. It seems rational to me that the first beings God placed on Earth were black.

Ever since I can remember I have always thought of the black woman to represent the female Goddess. I have always found the black woman to represent Beauty & strength. I find black people to have a passion so expressive, that it's hard for me to feel like I feel at all, when compared to a black person. I don't know why this feels like truth to me, it just does.

Years ago when my mom presented this idea to me, I was going to a Catholic school & had my first physical confrontation with a very large ( I do not mean overweight, but girth, very big boned & stalky - but not overweight in the least) Girl named Romey. Word had gotten out about my Cerebral Palsy & that I could not sustain a head injury, or it would leave me wheelchair bound. Because of this she decided to give me a push down a flight of stairs. I was OK, just shaken with a bit of a bruised ego. Anyway, after a meeting with Father Gary, head nun Sister Flavianna & both sets of our parents, all was fine. My parents (sadly a bit racist) & her single mother had worked it out as good as could be expected. But during our parents' private part of the discussion, when Romey & I were asked to sit out in the hall of the office, before we were to talk in front of our parents, Romey did something so beautiful that I was touched in the most sincere way. Outside in the hall, as we both sat, silent & opposed, she told me that she was sorry. She said that she didn't even know WHY she would do something so mean but she had just heard a rumor that the guy she "liked", liked me & that I liked him back. This wasn't true at all. As a matter of fact it couldn't have been further from the truth. She said that even if it was, she still couldn't believe that she had done something so hurtful & potentially dangerous to me. This was a sincere heartfelt apology & I was moved to tears. Sitting there in the hall, on the floor, we hugged - arm in arm both crying. From that moment on, we were best friends until we moved away from Detriot & lost touch.

My point is this, during that time, when Romey & I became fast friends, my mom couldn't understand it. I wanted so badly to spend the night at her house on the weekends, but mom & dad were against it. Eventually they let me go & all was well. But mom just couldn't understand why I felt the need to be friends with someone who had tried so hard to hurt me. I explained to her that Romey did that out of fear & wanting badly to be accepted & that I could relate to that. I told her that I had more respect for her now, than I would have if she just apologized to me in front of the heads of school & our parents. Because she had made herself so vulnerable in admitting to me why she pushed me in the first place (people didn't look at Romey as vulnerable because of her size & demeanor). This made me see HER & not the misconceptions we all had of Romey from first sight.

Later, I would say within about a month or so, mom stumbled across a passage in a book about the first people on earth being black/brown people. As soon as she read it she had to share it with me. She said that she thinks the reason that people fear black people is because we fear what we do not know. Africa for example is a place revered by some & highly feared by others. Mostly because what people live with & face in Africa, are things we no longer have to worry about, like being attacked by wild animals, starving, never having enough, limited resources on just about everything, malaria, natural disasters, lack of education etc. We do have to deal with these things on some level, but not on the very natural level that Africans deal with it. I agreed w/her about this & added that maybe they have a strength that we Caucasians could only hope for. They exude strength & faith. The same way we Caucasians exude fear & loathing. It made me wonder if this was because these people were at a higher level of acceptance than we Caucasians. It's weird, because we white people are known for being the over-reactors (going postal), when struck with fear, whereas black people seem to have this cool confidence in most fearful situations. Is this something that is a trait of them as a people. I say yes. They are a very strong people, almost as if they know something that we do not. I think it comes from being a very old race, probably the oldest race here on earth. When you think about it, this world contains more people with dark blood than pure Caucasian blood, doesn't it? Is this really because breeding got out of hand once we forced them here to America as our slaves, or is it because most of the world was already a more pure form of black/brown people which made us Hybrids feel outnumbered. Is that really why for centuries we have beaten down these darker races, so that we Caucasians would feel superior to the dark people that outnumbered us? Did we just feel inferior to them in strength & will, faith & belief, & trust in the land that they hold in such high regard. Think of how many Aborigines that still hide within the darkest corners of the earth, completely cut off from civilization & modern ways of thinking. They trust in the land, they hold animal life in high regard & neither try to tame it or kill it off to take over the lands. They even worship the animals they fear most & model themselves after such creatures out of respect for their fearlessness & will to live. They are connected to nature & the land, they still use the stars as maps, the animal kingdom as guides. There is something that these people know, that we are too blind to see. IMO, they have the better concept of life; nurse your child out in the open for all to see, as your breasts are tools that help sustain life, not the sexual objects of desire that we more modern people see them as. Teach your sons to be men early, as the world could change in the drop of a dime, requiring all men to find the inner strength that leads them to take care of their own. Mother your children to see family as their highest commitment, as in life; real life, it is only our connection as family that gives us the drive to go on when we feel we no longer can.

The dark people of places like Africa, seem to know at a deeper level, what life is really all about. I have always felt this. It's no mistake that Caucasian people & other races as well go there & come back speaking of a feeling that they experienced like no other, there in Africa. Almost indescribable & beyond comprehension to people like us. I think it's because they are indeed an ancient people, the most ancient here on earth. I don't know if I really believe the whole Adam & Eve concept at all really. I think I more tend to believe that there was a race (black race) of people who started out here on earth as the first humans. I think that over the years other races such as Caucasians (hybrids) of whatever sort, either came here from the stars or the middle earth (which I believe to be a dimensional place as much as a physical one) to learn what these dark people had to offer. I think that they feared what they were not familiar with & decided to abolish this new race of similar but different people. Slowly through breeding, slavery & wanting to attain what is was that they could not understand, we ended up with these mixed races that got lighter & lighter until almost no trace of the dark blood could be seen in full unless you went to that part of the world.

So I guess I believe that originally Adam & Eve (or the Adan & Eve race) were originally black & the questionable woman that made Cane & Abel fight each other, resulting in ones death - was actually a hybrid or middle earth entity (Alien/mystical or other worldly from another dimension/planet, that had at one time actually mixed their original race with what ever "white" beings existed before Earth was created, hence the Caucasian race here on earth), that later made her appearance known here on earth to Cane & Abel. I believe that these different races intermingled, creating the biblical story of the Fruit of Temptation & Original Sin. And I believe that soon the souls that God sent here as "Humans" were then tainted by a bloodline who didn't intend to keep things natural & earthly, but instead advanced & growing, until there is no more room left to grow. Until we 'outgrow' this earth & dimension.

I know I've gotten a bit off track with this explanation & the reference to Romey, but what I experienced with that girl & her family was this sort of unconditional love. On holidays, I would first eat w/my family, then Romey's mom would come pick me up & take me to their family's houses for dinner & holiday family time. I never felt so connected to a bunch of people that I didn't know. I felt unconditional acceptance with all of them. The Grandparents, aunts, uncles & cousins all accepted me with open arms & treated me like family. It was always "Jaime, come over here Babygirl & give us some sugar(love)". They would go out of their way to include me in the gift exchange & make special dishes for me on the holidays (thinking that this little white girl wouldn't take to their more traditional soul food dishes). Little did they know, I more looked forward to their dishes of collard greens, ham hocks, fish pie, cornbread, black eyed peas & pigs feet more than my own traditional holiday dinners. Well they eventually knew, when I'd come over & clean them out. They used to say to me, "Babygirl, where do you put it all, you don't even carry it in your behind!". I felt so tended to & taken care of over there. Every time I went to Romey's family's homes, I felt a part of them, not a part from them. Unified, family, like we had no differences, & from them there was NO judgment. I was just Babygirl, not the white girl Romey had brought to dinner. I felt like if Romey & I were babies & my mom had trouble nursing me, any one of those strong black woman would have naturally taken me & popped me onto one of their own breasts to nourish me, the way any mother would for their own child. Just like back in Africa, where this is a selfless act not even given a second thought if there is a malnourished baby. I felt whole there & a part of something that I had never even experienced with my own family. Like this was the way it should have always been throughout history. Connectedness, unity, nonjudgmental, unconditional love - a love that surpassed any & all boundaries. How I miss them & wish that I had made better efforts to stay connected to them, what a difference they made in the life of a girl who was brought up by racist parents

After witnessing my relationship w/Romey & her family, my mom started to change her views on the racism that she was raised with. She started to become more accepting & colorblind. Later she admitted to me that after experiencing the way this black family adopted me as one of their own, she now understood how a race so beaten down throughout history could thrive for so long, despite the efforts of us white people. She said what I had said to her not too long before..."Maybe that race of people knows something that we don't, about all of it (life) & we have much to learn from them". Yes indeed they do know something more than us white people & on such a level, that we pale in comparison in the forgiveness category alone. And yes, we have much to learn from a race that was as repressed as they were throughout history, even up until present time (no matter what current population tries to portray, we are still a very racist people, us Caucasians) with our segregation & oppression & judgment & double standards. Yet it is easy for them to forgive & walk with their heads held high. I truly do believe that this race that we tend to hate so much & discriminate against, was really the first & purest form of human being that God ever placed here on earth. I aspire to have an ounce of the passion, dedication, forgiveness, faith, selflessness & STRENGTH that the black race does. It's who we (humans, the purest form) really are I think.

Thanks OQ, for helping me to recount those great years & experiences. Although I think often of Romey & her family, I don't speak of them much (except to my husband Karl). It was nice to remember with someone else for a change.

As for demons being the "other people" from which the woman who caused one brother to kill another came from, I really can't say much on that, due to my ignorance on that take on it. But it sounds like an interesting thing to research (maybe the human hybrids that I believe she came from, 'were' or 'are' today, considered demons of some sort). Don't scoff at it right away, I've found that so many of the things that I used to scoff at in the past, are now a strong part of my belief system today. But thanks for bringing this new concept ( new to me anyway) to my attention. Where did your sister originally hear this, did you ask her?

Wow, Jaime! What a fascinating post and a heartfelt experience shared about Romey.

I'd be afraid to write so honestly, and about Black people because it is a such a highly-charged, taboo issue. You not only have a right though to say what you feel and your theories, but you also were as if a member of Romey's family and so you have had personal experience as a white person sharing intimate time with a black family. I think there is a barrier that must be moved through regarding fear of white people discussing black people.

Your theories are very interesting and I'm glad you shared so I could read. I have thought about these things a bit, but not as fully as you have so now I shall let it percolate.

Thank you, Jaime.