Past Lives Part 2

Past Lives is a Meme which features installments from bloggers around the world writing creative stories about past lives, even possibly their own past lives!

Our story starts with a fictional Australian called David. As a last ditch effort trying to resolve his debilitating phobias, he goes through Past Life Regression (PLR) therapy. Join us as we follow David’s experiences through different times and continents.

If you are just joining us, please read Part 1 of the story and follow the links at the end of each segment to learn David's progress so far. Please note that you will be traveling to different blogs as each author adds to the evolution of David's journey. (Our links are listed on the right side of this blog)
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PART 2-
In my first session I found myself hovering over a disturbing scene. I realized with horror the person involved was me. With morbid attachment I watched my final days in 1798 Alabama.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Stop it! I told you to stop! Stay there or I’m goin’ take a switch to you!!”

“Sassy get in here and stop talking to that goat. Take these beans up to Masser Wilson kitchen girl! And leave that goat outside! I swear I’m goin’ give you to the Paddy Rollers myself if you don’t behave!”

That’s my Momma. She the slave of Masser Wilson and so is my Daddy and so am I. I be 6 years old. My Momma says I was born in the spring of 1792. She and my Daddy jumpin the broom 1791 da second day of December and the happiest day of Momma’s life. Momma never had any more babies. Just me.

I have a goat. His name is Simon. Simon is my best friend. He follows me everywhere! But Momma wont let me bring him in the house. Momma always says the Paddy Rollers are going to get me if I don’t watch out. No Paddy Roller is goin’ get me!

Da Paddy Rollers are the devil men who chase after the slaves that run off. They beats and kills them at times.And sometimes dey sells them to other Massers. A slave that runs off is spoiled and no good for his Masser anymore. He just keep runnin off and causing trouble. Momma sez if the Paddy Roller catches me they just kill me cause I’m little and no good for nothin’

Den there’s Masser Thomas! I don’t like Masser Thomas most days. He chases me and throws sticks. Momma sez I have ta speak nice to Masser Thomas cause he’s the Masser and we da servants. He doesn’t look like no Masser! I don’t talk nice to him! I talk to Masser Thomas just the way I wanta talk! Masser Thomas is 8 years old.

Thomas da child of Masser Wilson. Thomas don’t look like the other children of Masser Wilson. All them got hair like straw and blue eyes. Thomas got dark eyes and dark hair. In fact Thomas look more like me than he does his brothers and sisters. But he the da child of Masser Wilson and Miss Margaret. Thomas also got a red heart on his shouldier. He sez it’s a birthmark. It sure is pretty. I wish I had a red heart on my shoulder. Masser Thomas follows me a round just like Simon! I gonna put a bell around Masser Thomas neck just like Simon. Then I’ll know when he’s coming. Momma, “Get those beans up to the house then and you and Masser Thomas can go gather me some berries for the pie.”

“Yes Mame.”

Masser Thomas and I take the beans to the kitchen and then we take off to get Momma’s berries. She tells us to watch out for the Paddy Roller like she always does. No Paddy Roller’s goin’ get me. I’ll tell you that!

We finds lots of berries for Momma’s pie and then decide to go swimming and mud giggin’ for frogs. My Daddy likes frog legs. Thomas throws mud at me and I throw mud at him. Thomas and I is so muddies all I can see is his teeth and eyeballs. We be rollin’ and laughing and kicking and yelling. We even throws mud at Simon. The sun is shinning and we havin’ so much fun that I forget that I don’t like Thomas most days.

Well!!! LOOK WHAT WE HAVE HERE ! Two little Pollywogs.”

Thomas and I be falling and trying to run but we can’t. Our feet be stuck in the mud and the Paddy Roller kicks at us and puts his foot on Thomas back and holds me by my hair. Thomas can’t breath his face in the mud. I be screaming and yelling. Masser Thomas moving his arms and crying.

“ What do you want to do with them, Captain?”

Captain, “Get rid of ‘em. We don’t have any more room in the wagon. Hurry up and tie that goat to the wagon. We can use him.”

Paddy Roller brings up his big gun and puts it right at Masser Thomas and me. I scream! I scream! I scream! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Stop

To read PART 3 in David's Journey you will be traveling to Austrailia. David’s next PLR Session is coming soon. Check back for the NEXT ADDITION- Past Lives Part 6.


Note: David's PLR story is purely fictional. If there are any bloggers in any part of the world who would like to participate in David's story by writing about a 'past life' in a time, place and country you are familiar with, please contact me at lillyslife@gmail.com.

The Photos are from AOL collection of American Slave Photos. My drawing of Sassy is Charcoal on Paper. To see more of my Art Work please visit The Red Chair Gallery.