Please read this with an open mind and
an open heart



** You were on your way home when you
died. It was a car accident. Nothing
particularly remarkable, but fatal
nonetheless. You left behind a wife and
two children. It was a painless death. The
EMTs tried their best to save you, but to
no avail.


Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me. And that’s when you met me.


“What… what happened?” You asked.


“Where am I?” “You died,” I said, matter-of-factly.

No
point in mincing words.


“There was a… a truck and it was
skidding…” “Yup,” I said.


“I… I died?” “Yup. But don’t feel bad about it.


Everyone dies,” I said. You looked around. There was
nothingness. Just you and me.


“What is
this place?” You asked. “Is this the
afterlife?” “More or less,” I said.


“Are you god?” You asked.

“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.” “My kids… my wife,” you said.

“What about them?” “Will they be all right?” “That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You
just died and your main concern is for
your family.


That’s good stuff right
there.” You looked at me with fascination.


To
you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked
like some man. Or possibly a woman.
Some vague authority figure, maybe.


More of a grammar school teacher than
the almighty.


“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine.
Your kids will remember you as perfect
in every way.


They didn’t have time to
grow contempt for you. Your wife will
cry on the outside, but will be secretly
relieved.

To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation,
she’ll feel very guilty for feeling
relieved.” “Oh,” you said.


“So what happens now?
Do I go to heaven or hell or something?” “Neither,” I said.



“You’ll be
reincarnated.” “Ah,” you said.


“So the Hindus were
right,” “All religions are right in their own
way,” I said.


“Walk with me.” You followed along as we strode through
the void.


“Where are we going?” “Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just
nice to walk while we talk.” “So what’s the point, then?” You asked.



“When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank-
slate, right? A baby. So all my
experiences and everything I did in this
life won’t matter.” “Not so!” I said.



“You have within you all
the knowledge and experiences of all
your past lives.
You just don’t remember
them right now.”


I stopped walking and took you by the
shoulders.


“Your soul is more
magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than
you can possibly imagine.


A human mind
can only contain a tiny fraction of what
you are.


It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold.
You put a tiny part of yourself into the
vessel, and when you bring it back out,
you’ve gained all the experiences it had.



“You’ve been in a human for the last 48
years, so you haven’t stretched out yet
and felt the rest of your immense
consciousness.

If we hung out here for
long enough, you’d start remembering
everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”



“How many times have I been
reincarnated, then?” “Oh lots.
Lots and lots. An in to lots of
different lives.” I said. “This time around,
you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540
AD.”



“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re
sending me back in time?” “Well, I guess technically.


Time, as you
know it, only exists in your universe.
Things are different where I come
from.”


“Where you come from?” You said. “Oh sure,” I explained “I come from
somewhere. Somewhere else. And there
are others like me. I know you’ll want to
know what it’s like there, but honestly
you wouldn’t understand.” “Oh,” you said, a little let down.


“But
wait. If I get reincarnated to other places
in time, I could have interacted with
myself at some point.” “Sure.


Happens all the time. And with
both lives only aware of their own
lifespan you don’t even know it’s
happening.”


“So what’s the point of it all?” “Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re
asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t
that a little stereotypical?” “Well it’s a reasonable question,” you
persisted.


I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of
life, the reason I made this whole
universe, is for you to mature.” “You mean mankind? You want us to
mature?” “No, just you. I made this whole universe
for you. With each new life you grow
and mature and become a larger and
greater intellect.” “Just me? What about everyone else?” “There is no one else,” I said. “In this
universe, there’s just you and me.” You stared blankly at me.


“But all the
people on earth…” “All you. Different incarnations of you.”



“Wait. I’m everyone!?” “Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a
congratulatory slap on the back.


“I’m every human being who ever
lived?” “Or who will ever live, yes.”



“I’m Abraham Lincoln?” “And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I
added. “I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled. “And you’re the millions he killed.” “I’m Jesus?”


“And you’re everyone who followed
him.” You fell silent. “Every time you victimized someone,” I
said, “you were victimizing yourself.



Every act of kindness you’ve done,
you’ve done to yourself. Every happy
and sad moment ever experienced by any
human was, or will be, experienced by you.”


You thought for a long time. “Why?” You asked me. “Why do all
this?” “Because someday, you will become like
me. Because that’s what you are. You’re
one of my kind. You’re my child.” “Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You
mean I’m a god?” “No. Not yet. You’re a fetus.



You’re still
growing. Once you’ve lived every human
life through out all time, you will have
grown enough to be born.” “So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s
just…” “An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for
you to move on to your next life.” And I sent you on your way.








Such a great story, and definitely worth
the quick read. I always like sharing this
story; always get good comments.


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Loved it, just loved it!

Joshuabase:
Loved it, just loved it!

It's so fascinating