Tonsure to Weave Industry

As a small gesture towards time and maturity, I felt it appropriate to change an opinion about weave hair. My typical feeling about weave is that your own hair could be styled as nicely as purchased hair. Even when the stories of alopecia or cancer are brought up i look to the spirit of the individual and question vanity.

The importance of image is a personal standard, one that I cannot control or judge. So recently I became interested in sacrifices and offerings and went first to the bible to find:

1 Corinthians 10: 27-33
27 If an unbeliever invites you to a meal and you want to go, eat whatever is put before you without raising questions of conscience. 28 But if someone says to you, “This has been offered in sacrifice,” then do not eat it, both for the sake of the one who told you and for the sake of conscience. 29 I am referring to the other person’s conscience, not yours. For why is my freedom being judged by another’s conscience?30 If I take part in the meal with thankfulness, why am I denounced because of something I thank God for?

33 So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God. 32 Do not cause anyone to stumble, whether Jews, Greeks or the church of God—33 even as I try to please everyone in every way. For I am not seeking my own good but the good of many, so that they may be saved.

I thought of how this relates to the topic 'Tonsure' a practice of Hindus offering their hair to Neela Devi, one of many Hindu deities. It is both a ritual custom and ritual cleanse. The hair is then harvested and sold into hair weaving industries.

Of course this hair is only a portion of how hair comes to the heads of those who can afford it and do so. So it leads me to wonder about the exploiters and customers, as it relates to me.

firstly, the exploiters are the temples that sell the hair, and then accompanied by the order of preparation, transport and then retailers. If their God(s) allow and encourage sacrifices like this, then do so as you choose. My God however, is asking for a living sacrifice. Also, man being the head of woman would translate to the  Christian as cutting off the man. See:

1 Corinthians 11:3
But I want you to realize that the head of every man is Christ, and the head of the woman is man, and the head of Christ is God.

Lastly, the customers, if Christian, CAN wear the sacrifices of hair because they were sacrificed to an idol, which is nothing to God. But if the conscience bothers the individual who eats the sacrificed meat, or in this case hair, they should not wear/eat it.

Sometimes, truly it bothers me to cut hair knowing the bible says:

Numbers 6:5
All the days of his vow of separation, no razor shall touch his head. Until the time is completed for which he separates himself to the Lord,he shall be holy. He shall let the locks of hair of his head grow long.

...but it also says:

Ezekiel 44:20
They shall not shave their heads or let their locks grow long; they shall surely trim the hair of their heads.

I dont mind any of the practices now. Tonsuring, shaving, wearing weaves, or never cutting/trimming the hair. The hair as it grows from my own scalp is fine for me.

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Valentine's Day/Rome's Founding Day - Lupercalia

Over the past few years, I have awakened a side of actuality that has never been there before. Everything I encounter I find myself researching and understanding almost everything on a much deeper and tactile level. Happenstance that each time I research American holidays, I find some Pagan source of sky watchers or Gods. Apparently the Pagans founded the USA and have brought all of their traditions and holidays with them disguised as holy days. For my Valentine’s Day post, I was going to whine about not having the reciprocating love that I have always aspired. That woulda been wack. Wackety-Wack. So to scratch my research-loving historian's itch (that resides deep within) I will cover...(#Drumroll)...Lupercalia! (Read: Valentine's Day) Lupercalia was a very ancient, possibly pre-Roman pastoral festival, observed on February 13 through 15, the day Rome was founded (traditionally, 753 B.C.), to avert evil spirits and purify the city Rome, releasing health and fertility. Lupercalia subsumed Februa, an earlier-origin spring cleansing ritual held on the same date, which gives the month of February (Februarius) its name. Many of the noble youths and of the magistrates run up and down through the city naked, for sport and laughter striking those they meet with shaggy thongs. And many women of rank also purposely get in their way, and like children at school present their hands to be struck, believing that the pregnant will thus be helped in delivery, and the barren to pregnancy. Romulus and Remus are the twin brothers and central characters of Rome's foundation myth. Their mother is Rhea Silvia, daughter to Numitor, king of Alba Longa. Before their conception, Numitor's brother Amulius seizes power, kills Numitor's male heirs and forces Rhea Silvia to become a Vestal Virgin, sworn to chastity. Rhea Silvia conceives the twins by the god Mars, or by the demi-god Hercules; once the twins are born, Amulius has them abandoned to die in the river Tiber. They are saved by a series of miraculous interventions: the river carries them to safety, a she-wolf (in Latin, lupa) finds and suckles them, and a woodpecker feeds them. A shepherd and his wife find them and foster them to manhood, as simple shepherds. The twins, still ignorant of their true origins, prove to be natural leaders. Each acquires many followers. When they discover the truth of their birth, they kill Amulius and restore Numitor to his throne. Rather than wait to inherit Alba Longa, they choose to found a new city. The story seems very much like the story of Moses being set into a basket and onto a river to be saved by as slave. I find it interesting that the notion of Moses feels true, though the Remus and Romulus story feel like mythology. There are some other ties to a priest that would marry couples despite a law prohibiting marrying lovers, but the true source of Valentine’s Day is Rome's Founding Day. This is exceptional considering the differences between the Hebrew Jews of the time and the Romans, being that Romans believed in and prayed to many Gods including Jupiter, Mars, Venus, Isis and Vulcan among many others....and well Jews believe as Christians do that there is but One (1) God. I don't mean to convince anyone, but thought this enlightenment might do the good that it should, so I shared. Comment if you care to do so.

Christmas Winter Solstice

I love the sky, it allows me to wonder, hope and imagine. I love to teach my children to identify the big and little dipper and to find Polaris the North star. It is important for me to admire all that I see and observe it for all of the ways it is useful, beautiful, wasteful or whatnot. I have always regarded Christmas as a Non-Christian holiday or Pagan but didn't know what that was...well: Pagan or heathen, a follower of a polytheistic religion, one who has little or no religion and who delights in sensual pleasures and material goods : an irreligious or hedonistic person. Yule was an indigenous midwinter festival celebrated by the Germanic peoples, absorbed into celebrations surrounding Christmas over time with Christianization. The earliest references to it are in the form of month names, where the Yule-tide period lasts somewhere around two months in length, falling along the end of the modern calendar year between what is now mid-November and early January The Yule, mistletoe leaves, wreaths, decorated evergreen trees, And the Winter Solstice (shortest day of the year, followed by longer days and shorter nights) were long celebrated and renamed Christmas as to conform with the new founding of America. you can read more here or if you would like a more biblical reading, go here. I knew the day was not exactly christian but I loved to get gifts, get time away from school or work to spend time with family, and to eat the great meals. I am sure you, no doubtedly, can sympathize with the experience of Christmas, so I wont delve into how I used to wait for Santa, or how my Christmas list wasted more paper than school projects as I changed it. Now, however, I now am nearly disgusted by the idea of a huge lie surronding my faith, and how it is collectively encouraged by our whole American society.....and over the shortest day of the year where the eart receives the least amount of sunlight(darkness), I smell Satan. I love Jesus Christ. He is my Lord and savior. He captures my loyalty with testaments like: Matthew 6:25 “Therefore I tell you, so not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? 26 Look at the birds of the air; they do no sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they are? 27 Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? and Matthew 22: 37-39 37 Jesus replied, “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’ 38 This is the first and greatest commandment. 39 And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ I do not doubt that Jesus lived, died, and arose to show us the way to live. Though every Christmas season I make controversy in my own heart by taking my kids to visit Santa, putting up a Christmas tree, driving around to look at Christmas lights, intensely stressing over satisfying my loved ones with perfect gifts that I can never ever afford (even feeling guilty when I cannot afford a gift for someone I truly love). I cannot continue toggling back and forth between the pressures of the world and the responsibilities and freedoms in Christ, my God in the flesh. The Winter Solstice and any other pagan holiday that does not glorify God is of no importance to me. The sky including the sun, moon, stars and all else is for signs, to tell the time and seasons. I'm leery of becoming a sky watcher because my little wisdom comes from the God, and life is happening around us, not above us, so i want to be in the present. I don’t want to celebrate Jesus' birth more than I want to praise him for the messages that survived through time to help me and so many others, and for his willful crucifixion. I can pardon myself out of enjoying Christmas because of sheer confusion and suspicion, I can join back another day if I so choose, but for now celebrating the shortest day of the year isn't quite the most important thing to do to me. Somehow, even knowing this I doubt I can trust myself to not celebrate with my family, eat the meal, or to accept and give gifts. Any thoughts?

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