LightBears

Once upon a time there was a woman who lived a life.  It wasn’t a tragic life, it wasn’t a glorious life, it didn’t necessarily have a positive outcome although that remained to be seen. 

At some point in her life, she decided that she was going to reinvent her life from the very start. So, she became a storyteller. 

She would tell the story, for example, of an orphan child who grew up through difficult circumstances and at the end of their life died and met their mother. And they told their story to their mother, who held them in her arms and blessed them and said thank you for the story and then sent them back to live another life. 

This time the life was that of the only child of a rich couple. The child grew up with everything that they could possibly want, but they were never happy because their parents were never happy and never showed them love and only gave them things. And so they never found love in their life, although they had a relationship or few, and had everything they could want. And they died and they went to their mother who took them into her skirts and in her arms and held them and listened to their tale, and then sent them back thanking them and telling them to start another life. 

The next life, the child was blind, but born to poor and happy, loving people. The child missed out on a lot of life because of the lack of sight, but they were loved and even though they were poor they didn’t really know much else so they had what they felt was a good life. At the end they died and they went home to their mother who took them into her skirts and into her arms and took their story and thanked them and sent them back to live another life. 

The next life, the child was born to a very strictly religious couple who loved one another but in a distant way. The child was fine until the age of one and a half when it became apparent that without its mother’s milk it failed to thrive and instead had many physical miseries brought about by the lack of good food that their sensitive system could tolerate. Their schoolmates made fun of them because they looked funny because of their illness, and they grew up never feeling confident, always doubting themselves and always sure that they were unlovable. They met someone who loved them, but the person who loved them had problems of their own, and so those problems spilled over onto them despite the love of the partner, and in the end when they died they were glad to die because they had had an unhappy life. They went home to their mother who took them in her skirts and in her arms and listened to their story and thanked them and sent them back to have another life.

 In the next life, the child grew up with no impediments, with a healthy family, sisters and brothers, most of whom got along most of the time, and never married but never felt the missing of it because the children of their siblings became their children in many ways and they died a happy death. And they went home to their mother who took them in her skirts and in her arms and listened to their story and thanked them and sent them back to live another life. 

In the next life, the child grew up as one of three children, the middle one, to a family who glorified the youngest male child and the middle girl was seen as competition by the older girl and the younger brother, so she kept to herself and learned to play by herself. She grew up and married and had two children. The husband betrayed her numerous times, and also molested one of the children. That child molested the first child, and so the child grew up not knowing who to trust, not knowing how to say no, and not knowing what true love was. They married, were loved, but betrayed by their husband, and in the end died wondering what impact they had had on the world around them. And they went to their mother’s skirts and arms and the mother held them and listened to their story and sent them back to have another life. 

Another child grew up in a nondescript family that had no money to pay for college or schooling but they were happy playing with their cousins and aunts and uncles and grandparents. They grew up and decided to live the life of a monastic, and chose to live in a closed community that was devoted solely to the pursuit of finding, knowing, and having a relationship with the Divine. They died alone, but felt that they had a relationship with the Divine so they did not feel alone in their death. And they returned to their mother, who took them into her skirts and into her arms and held them and heard their story and told them thank you and sent them back to go back to another lifetime.

Another child grew up and at a young age lost their mother, the father was long gone, and they grew up being loved by their family that remained, but they suffered a great deal. They developed into a spiritual leader, and while they could not heal their own wounds entirely, they lived with them. And they taught many people about love and compassion and the Divine. In the end when they died they returned their mother’s skirts and into their mother’s arms, who took them and held them and loved them and told them thank you and told them how many people’s lives they had changed through their actions during their life. And they were sent back to lead another life.

Why am I telling these stories? Simple answer: The Universe, the Divine, the Source, the Light, the One, is always learning about itself through the eyes of others. Every person, every soul, every spirit, every being in this world returns numerous times in order to live different stories and carry different tales back to the mother’s skirts, to the mother’s arms, to the mother’s love and always gets sent back to live again. 

This will continue until all possible variations on a theme have been lived out in all the various possible ways so that the Universe, the Divine, the Source, the One, can fully understand what it is to be alive. End of story?  Perhaps.  Perhaps the story will never be finished until the end of time. 

So, dear reader, imagine another lifetime, and pretend you lived it, and pretend you told it as a story to a mother, and then lived another lifetime and pretend you told it as another story and so on and so on. This, my friend, may very well be life. 

We don’t know all the answers, although many of us search for them and some of us catch glimpses of them but, we can’t truly know what the answer is.  There are those who say that the answers are beyond the comprehension of the human brain, or of any brain. 

This may be true. Or it may not be. Take it as you wish. If you wish, you can take it just as the musings of an older person wondering what life could have been, may have been, may yet still be. Is it the end, or the beginning?

To circle back to the first story, told at the very beginning of this Blog:  When you receive a package on your doorstep, before you open it, what do you think, what do you wonder, what state of mind are you in? All of these things and more have an impact on how you see what is in that box or the box itself, as well as the fact of the box’s existence.  If you have a dissociative personality and live in fear, you may not even see that the box on your doorstep exists! 

Do you see now the conundrum of human life? Do you see now the complexities of existence? Now you know why there are so many philosophers, so many writers, so many poets and mystics, so many movies and movie scripts, so many cartoons, so many TV shows, so many many many many many many many…. 

Because no one knows the answer except the Divine, the Source, the One, the Universe.  And it’s questionable whether those answers in fact exist yet. Emphasis on the word ‘yet.’

Because we have not yet come to the ending, to the finale, the part of the story that says quite simply “and they all lived happily ever after.”  Perhaps, in some place and on some timeline, they really do!

And that, my friends, is what keeps this particular storyteller getting out of bed each morning:  the unknown wonder! 

In the meantime my friends, keep on being LightBears, keep on spreading the Light, and remember: the Light you carry within you lights not only your path but the path of others! 

A good reason to keep on going don’t you think?!