I too was confused, because here I was a child who had a white father and a black mother. The white side saw the black side of my race as being pagan or only part human. The black side, which I was born to in a line to be, taught the lore. My traditional teacher was a strong and gentle balance. When I look back today the only word I can think of when I think of her was extraordinary.
Religion is man made by man so suit the needs of man.
If you take a great mountain that is strong and complete and can withstand the great forces of nature, then see this in likeness to humanity and creation. Imagine then, scraping part of the mountain away and this dust from the mountain is humanity, then imagine a great wind and how it will scatter that dust in every direction, losing itself forever. Now imagine, that dust never having left or choosing to become part of that great mountain again. When the great wind and storm comes again, that great oneness of that mountain will ensure our strength and totalness to allow us to endure as one anything. To separate ourselves and allow our ego to dominate our miwi is to become spiritual eunuchs.