In the movies bad cowboys and villains were identified as wearing something black, especially hats.
Funny...the people who historically have worn black do not see it that way as all.
Johnny Cash wore black, not only because he liked the color; but because it rebelled against what he saw as injustices in the world, which was the poor, the homeless, the men and women who were in prison and had paid their dues but were left there anyway, etc.
At funerals. we wear black to pay respect for those loved ones we have lost and to mourn.
Priests wear black to represent the suffering in the world, especially the suffering of Jesus.
I was taught in elementary school that white was the presence of all color and back was the absence of all color...ironic, isn't it that black was the absence of all color, but for generations we were determined to call all people who were black, 'colored folks'.
And how do black people or people of color feel? I never thought much about it until I attended a conference this past September and heard from several impressive speakers who happen to be black how they grew up with this stigma attached to them. How they have heard all of their lives that white is good and black is bad.
Black...nighttime is black; but at nighttime is when we get our rest. Nighttime is when most of us talk to God. Nighttime is when we spend time with our families; a healing time for most of us. Nighttime is when we can decompress from the busy world and give thanks for all of the blessings we have been given.
It's ironic that in several of the mediumship circles I've been involved in, I've been told not to wear black because it's offensive but then the very next thing that happens is we dim the lights and are plunged into...darkness before we meditate.
I'm on a crusade for black. Join me and never be afraid of the dark again.
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