It’s the five year old little boy who can describe the entire ballroom of the Titanic in crystal clear detail.
It’s the ten year old white girl who belts out a song and sounds just like a fifty year old black woman singing sweet songs from her very soul.
It’s the teenager born a girl but knew, remembered, everything about being a man.
It’s the little boy, who chooses the favorite toy of the previous Dali Lama without ever seeing or knowing the toy or the Dali Lama.
What is it? What are these meaningless sentences?
Grains of time and sand that are swiftly sliding down from and into mountainous piles… and we pretend. Pretend these things are not real.
But the universe is full of unfinished business and the soul is no different.
If one were to ever be able to take all the different puzzle pieces that are presented by all the different religions and put them together. If only to form even three quarters of the actual story.
Would that save mankind? Who knows? Man is a strange, fickle and unpredictable creature.
One of those pieces is presented to us in the shape of reincarnation. To make a long story short, the Buddhists say that one must do it (life) over and over again until we get it right, finally reaching the destination of Nirvana.
It seems that mankind now is not even striving to do it right the first time around. Continuously repeating mistakes over and over again in some awful loop of ignorant dissonance with the Universe. We die carelessly and casually. We kill carelessly and casually.
If you can see the reasoning behind reincarnation. How it actually could happen. How the soul could only gain enough energy to reach a certain level in one lifetime. Points gained for skills learned and deeds done. Bonus energy for a pure heart. The level will be repeated until you beat it. Reversals are possible too… What if we lose energy points for negative actions? Go back levels? Maybe the old saying “history repeats itself” should take on a whole new meaning. Maybe someone should create a video game.
I write this because I am so confused over the situations going on in society around me. A person must be able to follow the directions written on their heart. Those things they know they must do. If a child is born with an intense knowledge of the Navy. Knows the names of people in the Navy. Knows things about positions in the Navy that only those people would know. Encourage that child. Let them get as close to the Navy as they need to be. Help that old soul that has peeked it’s head out of the darkness right the wrongs, help it gain the energy points it needs to move on to the next level. Take the clues and the hints. Roll with it.
Same if someone white wants to be African American. Same if a boy wants to be a girl. Same if a fourth generation electrician’s son wants to be an artist. Same if someone wants to be Native American…
It’s very important we do not have a huge pileup of looping souls. Understand?
Things must rise, advance… Plateaus must be climbed. Wings earned (merry Christmas :-). Immense statures of energy created that charge, carry and sustain the entire Universe…
Sitting at a table in the dim amber light. Floating in and out on the soft tunes of some hypnotic harmony. Words blur and drone in your ears and they sound farther and farther away…
Your eyes are closed and you begin to remember…
The most recent was a middle aged black man. You remember running through the wet trees as dogs bark and snap through the bushes behind you. Howls through the darkness of men and beasts… You run. You sweat. It’s freezing and your clothes are torn and ripping away on branches and thorny vines. Your feet are bare…
You fade farther into your head. Way to the back of your eyeballs, looking into your own skull…
It is China. Old, barely ancient China. Here you were born. There you were shipped. The kimono, the trains and the tea houses which you occupy are not native to you, but you know them well. The thin stone streets of Japan are clouded in a thick fog, almost like smoke. Maybe it is smoke… It is. There is a fire and thin wisps of smoke dance through the air and mix with the moist fog. You can smell it but there is no comprehension, only the sight of the smoky fog rolling down the dark narrow alleyway…
All you can remember is a beach and darkness. Black waves tipped in bluish white surf dance towards rocky sand. The pebbles gleam white in the dark light of the night sky… There is a boat and a breastplate. A long, thick, dry, and red braid slung over one shoulder. A ship lies farther out beyond the horizon. You can just barely see it… Near the dark and slippery rocks your face contorts into a raging yell out towards the ship and the sea as the misty spray soaks you thoroughly. The small empty boat slaps noisily on the water below you and the rocks…
I say to you tonight, Remember… try to remember those things, those pasts. Those strange things about your soul that you want to get to know. Remember.
There is nothing so important as remembering the important things… Remembering what is important. Remembering lessons already learned.
Sometimes the past is worth remembering…
Have a good night out there world. Dream well and remember them better…
B.