Spiritual Food for Thought

Care of my friend Matt on Twitter, here’s something to get you all thinking:

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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 EMT 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 image. 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 experience 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. And 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 came 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 you 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
throughout 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.

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This is actually quite close to my thoughts on the Afterlife and what becomes of us when we die. We all choose our lessons to be learnt in this life before we start it, and time is anything but linear (think timey-whimey Dr Who-styles). Also, if we kill ourselves, we just have to come back to the same life to learn the same lessons all over again, until we ‘pass’. Something that has saved me over and over again.

Let me know your own thoughts down in the comments below 🙂

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