Experiment 1

I was a retarded Negro boy in the old south. I don't really know if I had a name. It was whatever they shouted at me. I lived mostly on the outskirts of town by the cypress woods.

I was killed by a crowd of angry folks (some of whom I know in my current life as friends) who had caught me with my ragged pants down (masturbating, or trying to, I think). I wasn't paying much attention to the crowd , until a large rock hit me in the head and I looked down and saw it covered with my blood and scalp...I left that body shortly afterwards...

Lessons

the above was not painful, but it WAS traumatic.

This experience sounds like I was a victim. At the time, I did not understand the crowd's reaction. I now understand they were protecting the town's morals in their eyes.

I'm no longer embarrassed talking about masturbation because I've had to talk (it's a dirty job, but somebody has to do it) to hundreds retarded citizens about this subject in the most basic terms. When I was a kid and looked up masturbation in the Encyclopedia Americana, it read, "to use a plant's own pollen to pollinate itself." This was less than informative.

I'm no longer embarrassed about being black (although, I'm not in this life) and I feel rather insulted that I'm not accepted as a brother by some. When we think about race, or any other prejudice, let's remember -- we've all been everything! We've all been yo' Mama. We've all been yo' son.

Please remember, any prejudice or excess you have in this life is a sure bet for what's going to happen in your next life. Equality is can not be legislated, but it is the Law. In other words, Nazis find themselves Jews. Misogynists find themselves in aprons.