Divinity as Dust: Christ consciousness in My Bloodline

Come close.

This isn’t a sermon, it’s not even a message. It’s a memory. A pulse in my blood that decided to become words.

Let me tell you a story.

About a man they called Jesus Christ. But really, it’s a story about my unfolding, and if you feel resonance, maybe it’s yours too.

As many of you know, I was born in Rwanda. A land soaked in spirit. Wounds. Silence. Beauty. Ancestors who speak through wind and women who pray without sound.

From an early age, they handed me the name “Jesus.” He came before the names of my grandparents. Before I knew the language of my own land.

Before I had the chance to ask who I was.

They told me he died for my sins.

That he was the Son of God.

That he was the only way to heaven.

And so, I followed.

I moved between churches, searching. Looking for a version of him that felt alive, whatever I was referring to, what I know is that I kept looking and searching.

I didn’t know it then, but I wasn’t looking for a savior. I was looking for a frequency I had felt in my womb without even knowing.

And one day… not in a church, not in a book, not in prayer—but in a still moment inside a spa, He came.

Not with scripture, not with commands.

But with a clear statement.

“I came to show you how to be in human form.”

And that’s when I remembered, tears started flowing and I felt as if they had just swept my insides.

This is when I finally understood that he never came to be worshipped. He didn’t build a religion, he didn’t want thrones or guilt or obedience.

He came to model a template:

Divinity, walking as dust.

He showed us what it looks like to cry and still be holy, to be betrayed and still be god. To feel desire, anger, hunger—and still remember the light within.

He didn’t say, “Worship me.”

He said, “You will do even greater things than this.” When he said “I am the way”, he wasn’t pointing to himself.

He was pointing to the frequency field he had become, and when he “went to heaven” and sent the “Holy Spirit”?

That was not theology.

That was a symbol of resonance, saying: You carry now what you once witnessed in me.

But let’s go even deeper.🔥

You see, I used to carry shame, confusion, even anger—because this Jesus, this Christ field, this name—came to my land through the same ships that colonized us.

It was imposed, it was misused. It replaced our names, our gods, our rhythms. It’s true.

And I had to ask: Is that the whole story?

And the answer that rose in me, carrying the fire I usually feel in my womb when something hits truth, was this:

“Christ came not to Africa. He came through Africa, because she already held the frequencies he was encoded to walk beside.”

This changed everything.

The colonizer used his name to dominate. But beneath that violence, beneath the distortion, the Christ energy field still arrived…..(pause here) because something in our land, our blood, our spiritual architecture was already ready for him.

We didn’t need a savior.

But we did carry themes—voice suppression, ancestral grief, betrayal, erotic shame, divine longing in exile—that Christ’s template could help walk home.

So no—Christ did not replace our ancestors. He came because our ancestors could carry him differently than the West ever could.

That’s the part no one said out loud.

Hold this close… “If a consciousness had no resonance with your soul, it would not have found you. Nothing enters your field without resonance, even if the delivery was distorted.”

Those who understand this sees the recognition beneath history’s chaos.

And here’s the part I want to say slowly.

So many have been taught that Christ is the only way.

But that is distortion.

It was never the message—only the manipulation. Christ. Krishna. Buddha. Magdalene to name a few. There are many fields of divine remembrance. Each avatar arrives with a unique mission, with a frequency field, not a hierarchy.

Each carrying keys to themes we incarnate to walk:

• Buddha brought the void field, peace through emptiness, clarity through detachment.

• Krishna brought the leela field, cosmic play, beauty, divine love through joy and chaos.

• Magdalene carries the rose field, the sacred feminine, eros as medicine, the restoration of womb wisdom.

• Christ brought the template of divine presence inside pain, betrayal, humanity, and embodiment.

None are higher, none are lower. Each energy field activates different parts of the soul’s path. You were matched to the field you were born into, because it mirrors the themes your soul came here to walk through.

Saying “We didn’t need Christ consciousness at all” may feel protective, but it unconsciously cuts off an energy field that your soul clearly made space for.

Saying “Christ is the only way” is equally ungrounded—it denies the brilliance of other avataric fields and soul contracts across the globe.

And that brings me to something that burns in my bones now:

Christ didn’t come to replace my ancestry.

He came to walk beside it. He didn’t land in my field by accident. I didn’t meet his name before my great-grandmother’s for no reason.

Christ frequency found me because my bloodline holds themes he could help unlock.

What themes?

• Silenced voice.

• Generational grief with no language.

• Sexuality punished and distorted.

• Power held in secrecy.

• Women swallowing their truth to keep peace.

And through the Christ energy field, I began to remember how to walk those themes—not in shame, not in theory—but in full-bodied love.

He didn’t save me. He initiated me.

Now, I need to say something to my kin—especially those reclaiming African spirituality:

I see you.

I honor your work.

Your fire to return to ancestors is real and true.

But let me offer a bridge.

What if Christ wasn’t a colonizer of the spirit, but a complementary frequency the land permitted, to unlock certain codes your lineage needed to finally transmute?

What if you agreed, before you came, to walk both lineages at once?

Your motherline. Your fatherline. And the Christline.

Not one replacing the other.

But you, the soul, holding the thread that weaves them into coherence.

I have felt it now.

When I speak, it’s not for applause. It’s because my voice is releasing locked grief from wombs long forgotten.

When I claim my sensuality, not to seduce, but to embody, I restore women in my line who were punished for simply feeling. When I let joy live beside sorrow,

When I don’t seek heaven “up” but walk it “through.” When I love this body like it’s holy land, I am walking the Christ template through my bloodline.

And everything changes.

So, my love, let me leave you with this:

Christ was not a gate. He was your mirror.

And if you’re reading this now, it’s because something in you already recognizes your own reflection.

Ask yourself, not through guilt, not through fear:

How am I embodying my own divine template?

What field did I come to carry?

What lineage am I here to remember—and rewrite?

You don’t need to choose between ancestors and avatars. You were born to integrate the contradiction,

To walk divine as dust.

And the moment you do, a thousand behind you, and a thousand ahead will feel the ground shift beneath their feet.

Because you didn’t come here to be saved. You came here to ignite the memory of God inside matter.

And you’re doing it now.

May this find your heart open to receive. Phew 😮‍💨