“And Jesus can’t save you. Life starts when the church ends.”
– Jay-Z: Empire State of Mind ‘09
For many years, I sat quietly.
Watching.
Listening.
Observing the theatrics inside the church walls. I watched grown men & women fall to their knees. Begging the Lord for salvation in the next life; while doing nothing to better their current one.
I saw people hand over their last twenty dollars during offering to pay the church’s rent—believing it would return to them tenfold. While their own lights got cut off the next morning.
I witnessed the contradictions: the lips that screamed “Hallelujah,” were the same lips that gossiped, lied, & condemned outside of those holy doors.
It was a room full of masks.
Pretenders, predators, manipulators, & lost souls. All bound together by hymns older than the ancestors’ freedom.
Songs written during slavery sung with conviction—but still, no one was free.
And I asked myself: What are they waiting for? Who are they waiting on? What exactly are they hoping will descend from the sky? Why won’t these people help themselves, & fix what they refuse to face within? And why doesn’t the god they cry out to… ever show up?
Then, I started asking the real questions past the forced narratives taught to never go against:
Who is this Jesus character? Where did he come from? Why are the most broken people in the community calling his name the loudest, but still walking around in chains?
Every week the same group returns—like clockwork, but nothing changes. It’s tradition. Not transformation. Routine. Not revelation. It’s spiritual codependency dressed as devotion.
But let’s go further. Let’s go back.
Let’s talk history.
For 400 years—Christianity was forced into the souls of my people.
Whipped into their backs. Tied to their tongues. Beat into their bones. Forced to love a savior that looked nothing like them. To worship a god that let them suffer—all for a promise of paradise in the afterlife.
Generation after generation my people were programmed to believe that we’re only worthy when someone else saves us. That heaven is only found in death.
I watched my own blood crumble under this savior complex. Putting their faith in pastors & prophets; instead of in their own power. Allowing false shepherds to profit off their pain, take their money, & sell them dreams of deliverance in exchange for obedience.
They run through aisles, crying, falling out, shaking— but still wake up Monday morning in the same pain they tried to outrun Sunday.
Why do Black people need a white savior?Why are we still waiting on someone to come down from the clouds to rescue us from systems we can dismantle ourselves?
We don’t need a man in a robe to give us worth, or a cross to define our value. We definitely don’t need another sermon to know we’re divine. WE NEED THE TRUTH.
It’s a cycle.
A trap.
And it’s time to break free.
Long before this religion, colonization, & slave ships—Before the oppressor gave us new names, new gods, new tongues. We relied heavily on the ancestors, the spirit guides, & the universe.
Now let’s go back even further.
The Ancient Kemetic people of Kemet (Egypt)—had no concept of a savior coming to rescue them. They believed the divine was already within them.
They didn’t worship outside of themselves. They became the gods & goddesses. Every Pharaoh knew they were not just royalty, but a reflection of divinity on Earth. Their entire spiritual system was rooted in Ma’at—balance, truth, justice, order, & self-mastery.
They studied the stars, the self, the spirit. They knew the afterlife was a continuation—but only if they lived righteously in their current one.
No waiting for a man in the sky to come & protect them from evil. They walked like gods, spoke like gods, & acted like gods—because they knew they already were.
So what happened to our spirituality?
For 400 years my people were brainwashed to believe they were powerless.
A religion forced upon them during the greatest genocide & enslavement in American history. We were stripped of our names, our language, our spiritual systems. Given a white savior to bow to in the most racial times known to man, so we’d never rise into our own greatness again. To literally divide the masses into a superiority complex. It’s all about power.
And now generations later, we’re still waiting to be saved. Still waiting to die to experience heaven.
What if I told you: heaven & hell are mindsets?You can walk through hell your entire life if you never believe you’re good enough. You can live in heaven the moment you decide to elevate your mind, & free yourself from the bondage you were born into. What if heaven is here & now?What if salvation starts when you stop waiting, & start becoming?
Here’s the truth unfiltered:
No one is coming to save you. Not Jesus. Not a pastor. Not a prophet. Not your mama. Not your man. & definitely not the system.
Return to the wisdom of your ancestors. To self-mastery. Return to balance, truth, & wisdom.
Stop handing over your righteousness. Stop outsourcing your healing. Stop putting your faith in middlemen who gain from your agony.
The moment you stop looking outside of yourself for a superhero, is the moment you step into your divine birthright.
They taught us to worship the light instead of realizing we ARE the light.
So now I say to you—
You are the hero. You are the god you’ve been waiting for. You are the salvation your bloodline has prayed for.
Be your own revolution because there is no savior. You must save yourself.
POWER TO THE PEOPLE✊🏾
Author’s Note: 𝓣𝓙
I grew up Christian—Up until 2022-2024 when I studied Judaism & worshipped with the Jewish crowd. Now, in 2025 I consider myself spiritual, not religious. I believe religion is manmade to divide & conquer society. All religions derive from ancient kemetic texts & are rewritten to fit a specific narrative.
I rely so heavily on the facts of Ancient kemet (Egypt) because
it’s considered one of the oldest known civilizations—with a rich history & culture that lasted for over 3,000 years. Kemet & the spiritual practices existed for thousands of years before Christianity, & ANY religion of that matter.
These Ancient Pharaohs’ bodies are still being found in tombs in PRESENT DAY 2025 from thousands of years ago. I can’t make this up. They left PROOF that they were here. Their own bodies!! The hieroglyphs, the texts, so no one could lie to us! Do your research. The internet is the greatest resource of all time.
I am so passionate about this topic because I grew up in the church with innocent eyes as a child. I watched my own flesh & blood be ridiculed, mocked, shunned out, & taken advantage of by PASTORS & the congregations. All for them to run back to those same buildings for forgiveness because they were scared they were going to go to hell. It hurts my soul because this dates back generations of trauma in my lineage. I am here to speak life to the ones who want to hear knowledge. Please don’t blindly believe anything I say. I want to be the catalyst to your growth. To plant that seed in your mind. I want you to do the research for yourself!
WAKE UP!!!
To my ancestors: I am sorry you didn’t have a choice or a voice. Your history was erased, but your energy never dies. It lives through me. I hope to make you proud.
