by Beverly Freeman
We are the breath between beats, the light between stars, the love between worlds. And every time we choose joy, we rewrite history in real time. Before there was science, there was sound. Before there was language, there was rhythm. And before there was civilization, there was us — the original pulse of creation, drumming in the dark, calling light into being. Africa was not a continent then; it was consciousness itself, breathing galaxies into order. We were not slaves, or citizens, or subjects. We were frequencies theorizing flesh — divine intelligence coded in melanin, carrying the memory of stars.
They can rewrite history books, but they can’t erase the truth that the world’s first mathematicians counted by moonlight in Hapti’s Valley (River Nile’s original name). The first doctors mixed medicine with prayer in the land of Kemet. The first engineers mapped the heavens and mirrored them in pyramids still standing when empires turned to dust. And when the world forgot how to dream, it was a Black woman with equations in her head — Katherine Johnson — who recalculated the sky itself and placed America ahead in the space race.
We are not descendants of slaves. We are descendants of survivors. Of scientists, mystics, builders and griots. The world calls us miracle, but really, we are just the natural order of the divine doing what divinity does — evolving.
Now, in this Aquarian Age — the age of air, of transparency, of Love over fear — the code is changing again. The spell is breaking. The lie that fear equals strength no longer holds power. Fear, that ancient parasite, feeds on illusion. It divides and devours. It makes nations build walls and men build egos. But fear is not power — it’s weakness disguised as armor. Fear cannot create. Fear cannot heal. Fear cannot innovate. Where fear dominates, love cannot effect solutions — and that’s why the world keeps circling its same old wounds.
But love — real love, disciplined, divine, self-aware love — is a frequency too high for fear to reach. Love doesn’t beg; it builds. Love doesn’t fight; it reforms reality. Love is the technology of the soul. It is the software of God running through our DNA. When we say “Love on the Move,” we are talking about energy in motion — the vibration that heals, harmonizes and evolves every living thing it touches.
We, the children of the sun, have always carried that frequency. We are the original programmers of harmony. Our laughter recalibrates trauma. Our music reorganizes molecules. Our forgiveness isn’t weakness — it’s strategy. Because when you understand energy, you know hate can only exist where love is absent. And we never left love; we were just distracted from it.
“Thou art like unto the pupil of the eye which is dark in colour, yet it is the fount of light and the revealer of the contingent world.” — ʻAbdu’l-Bahá
Look around: our evolution is already here. Every time a Black woman births a dream into being, every time a Black man heals instead of harms, every time a child from the hood speaks the language of coding, planting, preaching or poetry — evolution is happening. We are rewriting the human operating system without asking permission.
We are entering an era where melanin remembers its purpose — not just to absorb light, but to transmit it. Our skin is technology, our rhythm is medicine, our stories are data, our love is algorithm. This is why they study us, copy us, mimic our creativity and monetize our magic — because we are the original interface between Spirit and matter.
And still, we are the most loving beings on this earth. After centuries of terror, we still dance. After generations of deceit, we still pray. After lifetimes of being erased, we still create. That is not weakness — that is divine durability. The kind of strength that doesn’t need permission to shine. The kind of faith that refuses to die.
The gospel of Black evolution is simple: We are here to remind humanity how to love again. Not performative love. Not Hallmark love. Not the kind that tweets hashtags and hides behind slogans. I’m talking about love as law — the principle that governs galaxies. The kind of love
that calls order out of chaos. The kind of love that builds empires without stealing land. The kind of love that protects, uplifts, educates and restores.
And make no mistake: This gospel isn’t soft. It’s armor made of compassion and clarity. It’s the voice that says, “We are not broken — we are blooming.” It’s the frequency that flips every curse into curriculum. Because evolution doesn’t destroy the past; it composts it. Turns pain into soil. Grows purpose from it.
That’s what we’re doing — turning centuries of struggle into the seeds of a new civilization. One where our children no longer inherit fear, but freedom. One where “Black” is not a color but a code — the code of creation itself.
In this Aquarian Age, truth travels faster than lies, energy moves faster than bullets, and love — when embodied — is unstoppable. We don’t need to fight for equality when we were designed for divinity. We don’t need permission to lead when leadership runs through our lineage. We are not here to protest our worth — we are here to evolve the vibration of the entire planet.
So yes, let them talk. Let them fear what they don’t understand. We’ll keep loving, keep building, keep moving. Because #LoveOnTheMove is not a slogan — it’s a survival code. It’s how the ancestors whispered, “Keep going.” It’s how the enslaved sang themselves into freedom. It’s how we, even now, rise out of the rubble of oppression to build temples of art, science and soul.
They thought they buried us — but they planted us.
They thought they broke us — but they built us.
They thought they could silence us — but our frequency is eternal.
So here’s the truth for anyone who can feel it: We are the evolution the world’s been praying for. We are the living technology of divine love. We are the bridge from fear to freedom.
We are the gospel made flesh.
And no matter how long it takes —
Love will win, because Love is eternal.
Beverly “indie b” Freeman is a writer, artist and performer based in Marin City. She can be reached at beverly@sfbayview.com.
