As Long as Systemic Discrimination Exists, it Affords Opportunities for Invaluable Life Lessons, Higher Ascension, and Positive Karma for Future Incarnations

No one deserves to be mistreated but we agreed to it in our soul contracts.

Before you shoot me and whoever publishes this, please read on and read every single word in context. I pray for you to do so and read past the shocking but true words and hear the message I hope to impart.

Yesterday I deeply contemplated racism and sexism in America and my standing in the discussions. As a white male deemed to have benefited from the isms, I have thus been told I have no standing at all — that I should shut up, sit down and listen to the oppressed because I don’t know what the fuck I am talking about. Ten months ago I would have agreed. Today I vehemently disagree.

I do not condone nor excuse discrimination and ideally its stain will be wiped from the planet one day. The following is pinned to my Twitter profile:

We hold this truth to be self-evident, that all people are created equal, with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness, and therefore discrimination against any person on any basis is unconstitutional

What I am saying is simply that if one is subjected to discrimination, there may be a life-lesson opportunity that transcends the dichotomy of right vs wrong.

Knowing that I have lived 17,042 previous lives, I know I have more than likely walked in many shoes, and to paraphrase and converge Arcade Fire and World Party:

I would rather be wrong Than live in the shadows of your song My mind is open wide So I shall put the message in the box Put the box into the car Drive the car around the world Until I get heard

Now I’m ready to start Because now is the moment, please understand The road is wide open to the heart of every man Now I’m ready to start Until I get heard

“That uppity nigga had it coming,” the slavemaster spat with vile tobacco juice mixed with phlegm over the body of the strapping young male slave, now laying lifeless in the surf. The slavemaster was correct. I did have it coming.

As I have written, God describes the meaning and purpose of our life cycles in this manner:

As one starts their journey from soul, to soul with body, you generally have easy lives. When you return to source[/heaven/god] after every lifetime, you will be given a choice to stay in that realm that you are put in or to go back to the master class [Earth]to attain a higher level. If you choose to go back to Earth, it would be for the specific requirement to have the goal of growing your soul to get to the next level, only you are not consciously aware of it once you incarnate.

See, for example, Eternal Souls Properly Defined or my 2020 self-portrait.

Just 33 days ago I was honored by the first publication-acceptance of a submission of mine, in which I wrote:

As fully described in many of my essays, my soul awoke in March upon the discovery of the accidental and tragic death of my lover. I look forward to completing my soul recovery in the next few months so I can do very deep dives, like exploring why Sitara and I were slaves in the 18th Century Caribbean and whether to some extent systemic racism is the abused becoming the abuser; and what would happen to a virulent racist white man if he found out that his soul had previously incarnated as a black slave — would the racism dissolve, or would he self-loathe, not for his racist actions but because he in effect carries the blood of those he hates and fears? Would he ascend or descend?

When I wrote that, I was not ready for the dive and transitioned the essay to describing how souls make platonic love and used an eye-catching title and subtitle— I wanted to be published. Now I trust I will be published for my deeply meaningful content and not for trying to sex something up or throwing numerals or “Hows” or “Whys” into my titles. I am not here to provide how-to-manuals. I am here to transcend all of society's constructs and teach any grasshopper willing to learn and learn from them as well.

Ready to dive together? Free or with tanks?

I am not a white male. I am not defined by any social constructs. I flip the bird at conformity. But in all seriousness, I am not whatever my skin and genitalia define me to be. What am I then?

I am a soul from the realms of heaven here in my 17,043rd life to face new life lessons or old one’s not yet solved, and Rama, myself and Sitara decided that I would face those in the skin of a “privileged” white male.

Sitara and I, lovers and partners never to be separated in heaven, have incarnated together in each of our lives since we formed our eternal extra-dimensional bond eons ago, and in each such life have been lovers of the karmic variety — a happily ever after on Earth we have yet to enjoy. Maybe that awaits us one day if it doesn't interfere with our learning; maybe just once we can together learn all of life’s lessons while enjoying a lifetime of making love with bodies.

As black slaves in the Caribbean in the 1700s, we were friends since childhood and lovers when opportunity allowed, which on the cane plantation were few and far between, especially since the man with the whip and side arm fancied and impregnated her.

I died at his hands not because I was a black slave — I died because I could not control my jealousy or my pride. Had I managed to endure the indignities with humility, and not acted selfishly in the guise of standing up for others, Sitara would not have had to live out her cycle with the memory of me dying that way. My personality defects, my “male ego,” not the color of my skin, got me murdered. Obviously, my black skin placed me in harm's way but I and only I proximately caused my demise in that manner, and I am better for it today.

I do not have a jealous or sinfully prideful bone in my body because my soul learned the appropriate life lessons in previous incarnations.