A.N.~ This entry is inspired by the tragedy that happened at Charleston. My prayers go with the families and victims.
Entry 28
While murder was a grave act which damaged a Soul to the point of splitting it— there was another act, though not as damaging, which would rend a Soul deeply (though not split it). To claim another so entirely they were placed as property was a grave offense to the Soul. Though those who claimed another did not recognize consciously their crime, their Soul (even in the corporeal realm we had created) knew. Claiming another as nothing more important or cognizant than mere chattel when they were in fact not, when they are in fact a plethora of things: a king, a thief; healer, healed; man, woman; childe, babe; one who explored and one who would discover- it made the Soul ache.
To claim such a Being as another Soul as nothing when it was something so similar yet so unique from itself, caused both Souls (the owned and the owner) to cry out even when stuck in vessels with no apparent knowledge of our realm or their memories. They knew, there was something more to the world than this. More than Slavery.
Like murder, this crime came early to the world and spread just as quickly. Long before vast empires existed, when there were only the seeds of those great domains one village fought another and slaughtered all but one. A teenaged girl who had been away gathering berries to eat. She returned just at the conclusion of the violence and was captured and spared by the village leader but became his property.
To him and everyone in the village she was less than dirt. Her treatment at his hands led to a short life after her capture, and like her family before her she passed into my hands. The Soul did not bear any wounds except maybe bitterness so we sent it back to the mortal world. It was reborn to a people of conquerors and paved the way to their rites of bloody sacrifice: not many slaves survived to serve in that empire.
The village leader (after the Soul had healed) was reborn into a time of social unrest where the chains of being property were broken but the stigma remained. Recognizing the injustice and the pain it caused even subconsciously, he rose to stand against those who were as he had been. He stood with a dream.
