You do not want us to worship your God.
Because we have taken your God, loved him, and put him on our shrine next to our he-Gods and our she-Gods and our they-Gods and we sing songs to praise them all, and this is not enough for you. You are not satisfied that we affirm your God, because you do not want us to worship your God.
You want to destroy our Gods.
You want to destroy our Gods until our children no longer know their names, until they can no longer pronouce their names even if we try to tell them, until they no longer know to ask what the names are, until there is no one left to ask. You will not rest until you have destroyed our Gods, and the blessings they have given us.
Your children will curse you for it, just as, deep down, you want to curse your forebears.
And yet, you want to eat our food and dance our dances. You want to wear our clothes, our hair, our skin. You want to eat, pray, and love with us.
I am here to tell you that you cannot have both. You must choose. You can destroy our Gods and our cultures and eventually yourselves and the children we bear together, or you can eat, pray, and love with us. But you cannot do both.
Because Bhudevi is my home. Annapurna makes my breakfast. Krshna plays the melodies that soothe my aching heart. Nataraja uses my body to dance, and Ardhanarishvara is my love language. Everywhere in this world there are Gods loving and protecting the people who love and protect them, giving them the shiny gifts that attract you.
Our Gods are our cultures, and they are enough for us. But you do not love your God, so he does not love you, and there are no shiny gifts. Your God and your culture is not enough for you, so you come to take ours. You trap their shadows in glass cases like trophies from the hunt. You print their names on your product labels. But they do not work for you because you do not work for them. And sooner or later, you destroy them.
You destroy them and it is never enough. You still are unsatisfied. I am here to warn you, in your language, that it will never satisfy you. Moreover, your children will curse you for it, just as, deep down, you want to curse your forebears.
Find your Gods and you will find your culture. Reclaim them. Forgive the ancestors who robbed you of them. And then, come tell us of your Gods and we will tell you of ours, and we can eat, pray, and love together.