I've discovered that the surest way to be reincarnated into a particular group of people, defined by religion, race, nationality, or culture, is to hate those people in a previous life, to be prejudiced or violent against that group. --Brian Weiss, M.D.
The Jew
Evelyn worked in mergers and acquisitions, meaning that she helped effectuate the merging of two companies or the sale of one to another. When the companies were large, there were often hundreds of millions of dollars involved, and the fees paid to the company that Evelyn worked for routinely came to seven figures. Evelyn was paid a substantial salary, which was often doubled or tripled by her year-end bonus, a reward for bringing in new business.
She was in her mid-thirties, slim, physically attractive, with black hair cropped short, almost a cliche of the young woman executive. Her clothes reflected her success: a Chanel suit and handbag, a Hermes scarf, shoes by Gucci, a Rolex watch, and a diamond necklace. Yet when I looked into her eyes --not easy since they darted away from me when she became conscious of my gaze --I could see sadness. The light was in the diamonds at her neck, not in her expression.
"I need help," she said the moment we shook hands. While she sat, agitated hands twisted and untwisted on her lap. I quickly learned that she was given to declarative sentences spoken in an unnaturally loud voice.
"I'm unhappy."
There was silence. "Go on," I prompted.
"I have of late lost all my mirth."
The phrase seemed oddly formal. Then I remembered it was a quote from Hamlet. Patients sometimes
use someone else's words so they don't have to use their own. It's a defense, a way of masking feeling. I waited for her to continue. It took a while.
"I used to love my job. Now I hate it. I used to love my husband. Now we're divorced. When I have to see him, I can barely look at him."
"When did the change come?" I asked.
"With the suicide bombings."