From One Darn Good Psychic - re: the Election

I'm on the mailing list for One Darn Good Psychic. Her post of today is a classic: a great story, well-told, and notes a huge energy shift for the United States. I didn't see this at all, but I've felt tiny drops of it. Somehow, in my area, we're all a little more relaxed than we were. And everybody is talking about Obama.

So, from One Darn Good Psychic: today's post about our historic Presidential election:

(NB: Her "Chorus" is one of her sources for psychic information.)

Tuesday night, I watched a miracle happen. It had less to do with an election that I expected to be tougher than it was. It had more to do with the energy I saw.
Now - my perspective goes back to the sixties, and a college student, not as ditzy as some of my peers – I was much too conservative to protest the Vietnam war, experiment with drugs, or participate in ‘love ins’. But, I did have ‘my bag’ as they called it. Mine was about promoting race relations.
It was a horrible time for non-whites, much more horrible than many of my white peers, who avoided the problem could imagine.
For instance, in the May of 1966, my white roommate from Rochester Minnesota and I had rented an apartment in St. Paul, but she chose to go back home for the summer, where she had a job. In the interim, I needed to find a roommate to pay for expenses.
It did not dawn on me that a black coed from New York City, a daughter of two professionals from Harlem, and a graduate of a New York private school, would be a problem to the landlady/caretaker of an apartment house in St. Paul, Minnesota.
The caretaker had a fit to think that a black person would be rooming in her building, and did everything in her power to try to invalidate the lease. When she realized she couldn’t without “having stones thrown at her building” she reluctantly ‘allowed’ my black roommate to live in our apartment for the summer.
This did not mean that there was not all kinds of harassment. We got the worst days to do our laundry, I got complaints from the landlady about my roommate having a black boyfriend visiting her, and even more about her playing her guitar at ten o’clock in the morning because she had white tenants who worked nights. My roommate knew nothing about this. I think my landlady feared her, so I got the complaints, and felt the ‘manure’ should stop with me..
That same summer, my belief that ‘interracial marriages were the hope of the world’ led me to meeting, and marrying a Native American, then a GI on his way to Vietnam.
He came back from Vietnam alive, but traumatized, and we had three sons together before our marriage dissolved. We were married for seven years, though some of that time he was stationed overseas.
When I married him, I had no idea that racism also extended to Native Americans – and their spouses. I was both horrified and outraged.
As my children grew, they also bore the brunt of racism. This, I could never understand. Yes, their last name was Ojibwa, but they were descendants of medicine men and shamen of their father’s tribe. And they were raised by their college educated Yankee mother, not their father, so they were raised as white middleclass Americans.
Also, during the time I was married to my sons’ father, I had the chance to interact with people of various cultures, including those who were African American, then still a pretty isolated group.
I can remember one incident in Connecticut, as we were preparing to move back to Minnesota, when a young black man who my ex worked with came to our house to buy a washer-dryer we were selling.
The year was 1970. The man was a very responsible, stable, caring, and hardworking person who sat in our kitchen complaining about how the white man’s culture could not even acknowledge that he and his family were human beings.
He had not been gone more than a half hour when the caretaker of my apartment – a lazy dysfunctional abusive woman - came to my apartment complaining that they would not tolerate people like our black visitor coming onto the premises.
It took considerable effort on my part to contain my outrage and not to give her a piece of my mind – which would not have done any good and might have given her grounds for eviction. But I could not help but think the young black man who visited us had three times the integrity and functionality of this person who thought she was superior simply because her skin was white.
Now, let’s fast forward to 1990: After more than a year of scrimping and saving, I managed to create enough money to take a pilgrimage with a large psychic group to Egypt.
It was my first trip out of the country and very difficult. But one of the things I noticed while in that country was that the Nubian (black) population of Egypt carried a much different energy than the American blacks.
The difference, I puzzled out, was that, on an energy level, they did not feel or see themselves as second class citizens. Once I recognized it for what it was, I immediately felt total compassion for most of the people with black skin (or anyone other nonwhite) in my native land who had to deal with the energy of being second class citizens, no matter how extraordinary they happened to be.
Since the 1960’s, there have been a lot of changes. But one of the constants has been that the majority of our American nonwhite population, no matter how hard they worked, or how they consciously felt, still needed to deal with that energy, on a group mind level, of being second class citizens.
And then Obama, who many call black, but who I call multiracial, was pronounced President Elect.
And, in that moment, there was an energy shift, so profound that it took my breath away.
No longer does the African American, the Native American, the Asian American, or the Hispanic American need to deal with that horrible ‘second class’ energy. In the matter of seconds, it vanished!
No matter how successful Barack Obama is in his term, and I pray, for all our sakes, he will be that beyond even his wildest dreams, his election has changed the racial dynamics in this country forever. That is no surprise – lots of people are saying that – but I doubt many of them saw the profound energy change.
And, of course this energy had less to do with Obama, but the change within the group mind of our nation; it is the release of a toxin impacting all races, held in the hearts of all who live here that began with the enslavement of captured Africans, the near genocide of the Native American, and the exploitation of Asian immigrants.
So today I realize that one of my extremely bright grandchildren, still enough Native American to be enrolled members of a Minnesota tribe, and all bearing Native American surnames, could someday be President of the United States, if s/he so chose.
And I imagine that, in millions of homes around the nation, the parents and grandparents of minorities and/or interracial children are realizing the same thing.
It truly is the beginning of a new time!
If you recall, my Chorous spoke to the election being a test of consciousness of the group mind of the American people.
I think we might have passed.