In
this little riverfront town of Saint Charles, Mo. Historical sites
and signs are to be found everywhere. That is with the exception of
this. Just a few yards north of “Historic South Main Street”,
(one of the largest restored districts in the country) sits this
structure, built over a hundred years ago to be the Post Office. As you can see,
it has seen better days. No marker here to point out the significance
of these steps. It is "best left forgotten" they think. You see, these
were built over and to completely hide the original slave auction
block for the county.
This
way maybe everyone will forget that at one time we proudly stood on
this site to buy and sell humans. "After all" that nasty business "is
all behind us now". No need to bring up that bit of "unpleasantness".
Yes
the buying and selling of humans was a shameful practice. However we
must never forget involuntary servitude existed. Not to continue to
shame ourselves, but rather to encourage people with the proof of how
far we have come and are capable of striving to overcome.
The
buildings, still standing, across the street watched this enterprise.
By using the minds eye to wipe out the images of cars and electric
signs, we see the same thing the slaves saw.
My
purpose today is not to teach or to publicly promote anything. This
is a highly personal pilgrimage. In fact, the only thing it shares
with the past is the term “slave”.
What
I am celebrating, VOLUNTARY servitude, is so completely different
with what happened here, you might think it strange that I even make
any kind of connection.
Yet
it is the closest thing and I find myself drawn to it on this 24th
day in August. Today we celebrate the two year anniversary of my
Master and I. It has been a most interesting and rewarding ride! In
fact, even these last two weeks, has been a psychical challenge for
me that I wasn't sure I could complete.
Today here I am. Somewhere beneath my feet lies a genuine slave auction block. I proudly stand here and profess to any one willing to listen, that I gladly re-affirm my wish to be the personal property of my Master Indy.
At
last, so late in my life, I have found my calling, my best destiny,
the reason I was placed upon this earth! I am here to serve!
I
am eternally grateful that Master Indy is still willing to own me,
for I am no where near perfect. He has simply told me that
perfection is to be shrived for always, but not necessarily obtained.
While
I wear no “collar”, it enriches my soul to wear this around my
neck. If for no other reason to remind myself how lucky I am to have
found my purpose, my place, and my Master Indy.
Master,
I can not begin to thank You for all You have given me
Forever
to be Yours
socialslave
To
satisfy and restore.
To
nourish, support and maintain.
To
gratify, spoil,
comfort
and please,
to
nurture, assist, and sustain
…..I
cook!
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