Once, in a past life reading, a psychic told me in one of my previous lives I was a black man living on a southern plantation shortly after the Civil War.
In this life, I was in my twenties, recently ‘freed’ and hungry for change. Late one night, I packed my few belongings, kissed my mother good-bye and headed north. Little did I know it would be the last time I saw her in that life.
I’d heard many tales of the north. After all, they fought for us, didn’t they? And because they fought for us, they saw us as equals. How naive I was, for the stories were not the truth. My remaining life was one of intense struggle. You can try to run from inequality and injustice, but you can’t run from the color of your skin. No matter where you are, you’re still (insert color here), and there will be those who hate anyone different from them.
white woman today
black man many lives ago
has anything changed?
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: I know this sounds bizarre to some, but it is a true story. I went for a past life reading the year I turned 33 years old. I was on a quest, to know myself better and to try to understand the world and all the injustice around me for it affected me deeply. I was reading a lot about Edgar Cayce, and his psychic abilities. Whether the reading was true or not, it brought about immense change in my life. And while being a white woman today is extremely different from being a black man of yesterday, women are still bound by limitations that society thrusts upon us. We talk about breaking the glass ceiling and all, but that glass is multi-layered and damn thick.