You may or may not have read or heard this, but I've been trying for MONTHS to figure out how to explain how I now view the god, existence, human life, the universe, and everything in it, and this sums it up beautifully. Thank you to my dear friend B for sending it. Much love, lady. 'Gina
You were on your way home when you died.
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.”
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.
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.”
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
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
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.
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?”
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.”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
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?”
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.
The only difference between this and what I'm coming to for myself is that perhaps I take it a step farther: We are not just god in embryo, we ARE god...as it were. God is a collection of experience, a database, if you will, of everything and everyone in the universe, of every experience, of every conceivable avenue of experience and every possible choice that could be made. All-encompassing, in other words, and able to retain each individual experience while allowing the identity born of that experience to also unite with the whole.
.................Or maybe I'm talking out my rear. That's a possibility, too. Either way...it's something to think about. :)
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