As you know, as a psychic-medium and spiritual teacher I am and always will be neutral in what I receive from Spirit. But I am human after all; we all are and we can collectively feel the energy around us. Collective and Individual energy. It is so strong now that everyone of us can feel it, though not all can understand it or name it. I can feel the air tingling and thickening. For some of us, it’s figuratively hard to breathe. For others it’s literal and not just a figure of speech (whether it’s Covid-19 , or a deep rooted institutionalized racism…it’s there). This topic might make some people uncomfortable, and that’s okay, we’ll all be uncomfortable together. After all, isn’t that life? Uncomfortableness makes change.
I’m writing these words because they may help someone out there. You’re not alone! I see you there and I hold you within my heart. And even though I’m a professor, I’m not here to lecture. I’ve grappled with how to write this, where to start, where to end… These words are my truth, and I don’t speak for all Indigenous people, or people of color (POC). I’m sure by know you’ve realized what I’m going to address. So I’m asking you to just listen. That’s the way to start any conversation. This is a glimpse into my soul.
I’m 34 years old now, and all of my life I’ve known that the color of my skin influenced people’s preconceived notions of me. I’m adopted by a white Jewish family with two amazing parents that I look nothing like. The following examples happened in New York. These are only two out of the 34 years of my life.
When I was young (about 6) I walked into a store with my dad, proudly holding a quarter I received from the tooth fairy wanting to buy something. Well, there isn’t much you could get for a quarter, but I found a small dinosaur figurine I wanted to buy. So being 6, I picked it up and walked with it towards my dad who was at the front of the store. One of the people who worked there stopped me on my way and accused me of stealing it.