Excerpt from my book:
A field is an anomaly that cannot be accurately described, because
it must be felt. When the electricity in the air is so strong that people
look at each other and say What is that?, and there’s nothing to see or hear or smell, they’re in a field. Everyone lives in their own field, but I don’t notice most people’s or even my own unless I’m consciously paying attention. Some human fields are so big they radiate for miles, and there are countless non-human fields interacting with us. When the hairs on the back of my neck stick up, or I get goosebumps for no reason, or I feel suddenly joyful or tingly or short of breath, or my heart suddenly starts beating faster, I’m feeling a field. It can be the field of a person or of any of the countless energetic beings – each has its own field.
I looked to Merriam-Webster, where I always turn for something
profound in a definition, and loved what I read.
FIELD 1 a (2) : an area of land marked by the presence of particular
objects or features <dune fields>; 2 a : an area or division of an
activity; 3 : a space on which something is drawn or projected; 6 a :
a region or space in which a given effect (as magnetism) exists; 8 : a
complex of forces that serve as causative agents in human behavior.
My hunch is that the more powerful spirits create large fields,
energetic places in spacetime that keep the “real world” with its pain
and suffering and general problematic hardness at bay, or outside. When I’m in a field it’s like being in an energetic bubble where everything and everyone is peaceful, happy, and loving. Of course, there are also unpleasant fields, like those pervaded by darkness and hopelessness, which have terrified me. I wanted to believe they could no longer trap
me. I wanted to believe that the warmth and love I felt in this moment would be with me forever.
The field of Haitian Vodou was electric and so alive it literally
took my breath away. The electric current that moved through me
cleansed my body. It was like an invisible Dr. McCoy scanning me with a Star Trek tricorder to heal me of all physical, emotional, and mental pain. It was a safe feeling – comfortable, peaceful, joyful, and full of unconditional love. If nothing else happened in Haiti, if not one lwa or gede had greeted me or blessed me or talked to me, the bliss of that field would have been miracle enough. But I was only able to keep my heart open and my mind sharp for a few minutes before contracting thoughts entered my awareness. How often had I heard “If it’s too good to be true, don’t trust it”? It did feel good, too good, like I should pinch myself and wake up.
The Louisiana purchase which accounts for land in 15 US States would not have happened if the French had not been broken down by the war in San Dominique (Now Haiti and the Dominican Republic). That’s right. There’s a good chance that over a third of the country would be Canada or at least French Territory if not for Haitian ancestors. Haiti – the first, arguably the only Independent Black Republic -arguably depending on your definition of Independent Black Republic. No other colony of enslaved Africans won the country that enslaved them, but there are other islands in the Caribbean that used to be territories of other countries.
The question of the day since I’ve been focused on education lately is how many American children learn about the Louisiana purchase in this way? I’ll wager not many. I’d wager nearly none.
Slavery was abolished in San Dominique on 4\4\1972. The campaign to end slavery started in earnest on 8/14/1791 when the signal for revolt was given by Dutty Boukman solidified in a Vodou ceremony in Bois Caïman.
Haiti officially became a country on January 1, 1804, as it declared itself independent from France. The Haitian flag was raised on May 18, 1803. The colors of the Haitian flag and much if not all of the symbolism represents Vodou esprit, but that’s another story.
References (including some of the books listed on each page from my personal library)