Let’s get something out the way: I’m not here for anybody’s box.
Not your labels. Not your percentages. Not your assumptions about who I should be based on where some test says my ancestors came from. I took an AncestryDNA test—not to define myself, but to gather physical clues. Because truth is, I already know who I am.
I am a cosmic being.
That’s not just a cute phrase or an escape from heritage. It’s a truth I live by. I explored this idea deeply in my blog post Black Identity Redefined—how being Black doesn’t limit me to struggle, and how I’ve always felt more like a soul in a body than a body with a soul. That cosmic frequency? I’m still tuned in. Still expanding.
So, while my AncestryDNA results show percentages of my roots stretching across Africa, Europe, and North America, those numbers don’t tell the full story. They never could. Because the truth is, the soul takes precedence over DNA every time in my world. In addition, having African DNA does not necessarily mean my ancestors came over here on slave ships.
Theories exist that examine indigenous dark-skinned inhabitants of the Americas long before Christopher Columbus.
But this space is not the place for that debate.
Let’s get into some spiritual declaration and reclamation this #WiseWomanWednesday.
I Am Not Just My Percentages
My test shows a strong presence of African lineage. Not surprising—but as a student of world history and religion, I question the narrative that all dark-skinned people are indigenous solely to Africa. Outside of the percentages of my DNA test, here’s what I know for sure about my lineage so far:
- A Black American father out of North Carolina, whose lineage I’m still learning
- A first great grandfather born in Cape Verde
- A first great grandmother born in Ireland
- A second great grandmother born in England
- A third great grandmother born in upstate New York—an indigenous copper-colored Mohawk woman reclassified as Negro
- A fifth great grandfather born in Guinea, West Africa—enslaved by the Portuguese and transported to England
All this culture inside my physical vessel, I celebrate it.
There’s power in knowing that my blood carries the strength of warriors, storytellers, musicians, healers, and survivors. That matters. It grounds me.
But let’s be honest: people get stuck here. They take a test, see a map, and suddenly they’re clinging to a new identity like it’s gospel.
I get it—especially for Black folks in the diaspora. Our roots were violently severed. We crave something to hold onto. But when the pendulum swings too far into trying to belong, we forget how to simply be.
DNA is biology. Being is divine.
The Ego Loves a Label
Here’s where the ego comes in. The ego doesn’t want you to live freely—it wants you to define, categorize, and control. It whispers, “If I know where I come from, then I know who I am. Then I belong somewhere.”
But that’s a trap. Because the moment we start attaching too much meaning to labels, borders, and bloodlines, we limit our expansion.
It becomes:
- “You’re not really African enough.”
- “You’re too mixed to claim that.”
- “Indigenous? That’s not your culture.”
And suddenly, we’re fighting each other over proximity to something we all deserve to feel connected to: source energy. Wisdom. Spirit. Love.
Let me say it again: I am a cosmic being. You can’t reduce that to a pie chart.
Why I Took the Test Anyway
Now don’t get it twisted—I took the test for a reason. Not to define me, but to help me resonate. In this physical realm, we’re given tools to navigate. Our ancestral history is one of those tools. When I see “Ivory Coast & Ghana” or “Ireland” on that screen, I don’t see labels—I see vibrations. Patterns. Possibilities. They’re keys that unlock resonance—in music, ritual, language, and art.
It’s not about proving anything.
It’s about remembering what already lives in me.
Lineage Lost and Found
Parts of my family history are still unclear. Names missing. Stories forgotten. Trauma buried. That’s not unique to me—it’s the reality for millions of us whose ancestors were enslaved, displaced, and deliberately stripped of identity.
For a while, that used to haunt me. But now? I see it as sacred.
That space of mystery became my invitation inward. Into silence. Into soul. Into spirit. What I couldn’t trace through genealogy, I began to feel through energetic inheritance.
Some of the most powerful things I’ve ever known about myself came through stillness, not science.
Where Spirit Leads, I Listen
Over the years, I’ve been called to different paths—Indigenous wisdom, Hoodoo/Rootwork, Vodou, African spirituality, Paganism, Christian mysticism, metaphysical practice, even Eastern paths. And when people ask me, “But is that in your bloodline?” I smile.
Because my answer is always: It’s in my spirit. That’s the answer I know for sure, and the only one that matters.
I don’t need a passport to feel connected. I don’t need permission to heal. I move where I’m guided. If a tradition resonates, if it brings peace, alignment, clarity—I respectfully honor it.
I’m not stealing culture. I’m answering soul calls.
Cosmic Identity > Cultural Limits
This is where my post Black Identity Redefined still holds weight. I talked about how our culture often overemphasizes the trauma and limitation of being Black, instead of the magic, joy, and interdimensional brilliance we carry.
That same idea expands here. My identity isn’t just rooted in land or lineage. It’s celestial. I don’t just carry African DNA. I carry stardust. Divine essence. Infinite wisdom that transcends time and territory.
The ancestors walk with me, yes—but so do the stars. And I listen to both.
Energy Doesn’t Lie
There are moments I feel a pull toward a place or practice that makes no “genetic” sense. A drum rhythm. A temple chant. A river name. That’s not coincidence—that’s energetic memory. That’s my soul saying, “You’ve been here before.”
Whether that’s through past lives, ancestral echo, or quantum entanglement—I don’t need science to validate the pull. I trust what I feel.
Because energy doesn’t lie.
Psychologically Speaking…
Let’s talk psychology for a second.
Human beings crave identity because it gives us safety. When we can say “I’m this,” we feel less lost in the vastness of life. That’s normal. But…
…spiritual growth requires us to move beyond identity into integration. Into wholeness.
When we over-identify with bloodlines, we risk outsourcing our worth. We say:
- “I’m powerful because I’m African.”
- “I’m spiritual because I’m Indigenous.”
- “I’m mystical because I’m mixed.”
No, love. You’re powerful, spiritual, and mystical because you’re a soul in motion.
Your ancestors are proud of you not for what you claim—but for what you embody.
This Body Is Temporary. My Essence Is Eternal.
My DNA lives in this body. But I’ve always known—I’ve lived many lives. My dreams tell me. My inner knowing tells me. My intuition speaks clearly: I am more than this moment.
And so are you.
DNA gives you a sense of physical place. But your spirit is place-less. Borderless. Boundless.
When you live from that knowing, life stops being about proving your worth. It becomes about expressing your truth. You start creating, serving, loving, and growing from a deeper source.
Not from a box.
From your being.
What Resonance Looks Like for Me
Even with my strong African ancestry, I don’t feel confined to a single region or tribe. I feel pulled toward all parts of the diaspora—and even beyond. I burn sage and sweetgrass. I pour libations and say Christian prayers. I listen to jazz, Afrobeats, gospel, and native drums and flutes. I dream of temples and open skies.
My spirit speaks many languages. And my soul recognizes family everywhere.
A Final Word on Belonging
There’s a difference between belonging and being.
Belonging asks, “Where do I fit in?”
Being declares, “I already am.”
I no longer seek external validation to feel whole. I’m not piecing myself together through percentages or chasing permission to stand in my truth. I already am—a cosmic, multidimensional, fully realized soul with lineage in my blood and eternity in my bones.
I don’t need to be claimed by any one place, because I am connected to all things. I honor the ancestors, but I also honor the stardust. I walk with the wisdom of those before me, and the knowing of all I’ve ever been.
You can keep your boxes, your charts, your need to categorize.
I’m choosing flow, not fitting in.
I’m choosing soul over science.
I’m choosing to embody who I’ve always been—limitless.
If you’ve ever felt caught between where you come from and who you truly are—this is your reminder: you don’t have to pick a side. Your spirit is the bridge.
You are not just your DNA. You are not just your past. You are not what people expect or need you to be.
You are a soul on purpose.
And if you’re ready to reclaim that purpose—fully, fiercely, and without apology—start with your self-worth.
Download my book, Rooted in Self-Worth, available now on Etsy. It’s not just a book—it’s a guide back to the truth of who you are, before the world told you to shrink.
Because you were never meant to fit in.
You were born to remember, expand, and rise.
#WiseWomanWednesday
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