A Near Life Experience

The number of perspectives on any given event is equal to the number of observers.  Out of all those perspectives, which one is true?  Perhaps truth exists only in the summation of all perspectives.  My first very short story on the Speculative Spiritual Fiction Blog offers a different perspective on a very controversial topic.  

It is difficult to put into words what there are no words to describe.  More precisely, if there is nothing, then there is no need for words to describe it.  Such is that brief moment between spiritual existence and physical 'being'.  The transition is so disconcerting, however, that the move to physical being is almost always buffered with a gradual adjustment period.  For some, it is in an egg.  For others, a womb.  But for most, life in this 3-dimensional time/space continuum we call the universe begins as a seed.

 

Carl was incarnating in a womb.  He had a desire to accomplish much.  As always, his desire was to love unconditionally, but that is like a desire to have a good life.  The devil, as they say, is in the details.

In order to really grow in unconditional love, Carl decided on a mother with a drug problem and a father who he would not meet until he was a grown man, if he lived that long.   As a young man, he would be attracted to young ladies like his mother; women who seemed to need rescuing.  This would allow him to explore the subtle difference between really loving someone for who they are and loving them for what they could be.  He had struggled with this concept in past attempts.

Plus he knew that his mother’s drug use had already created a learning disability in his body and there was high probability of abuse from the stream of men she would likely attract, but he balanced that out with clarity for music and pleasant good looks.  The rest was pretty much up to chance, the unfolding of the other lives around him, and his own ability to stay connected to the truth.  It was guaranteed to be a grand adventure and Carl is excited as he moves away from his strictly spiritual existence.

Of course, he doesn't actually move and there is no moment before his incarnation, for Carl is timeless and place-less.  That is not to say he is everywhere always.  Nor is he nowhere never.  For where Carl is does not have places or times.  ‘Carl is’ is about the only way to say it, and still be close to the truth.

 

On this side of the Bridge of Creation, we can speak of things like time and place.  Indeed it is difficult not to speak of them.  We can say things like “Carl didn’t incarnate as he planned because the body he was aiming for suddenly no longer existed."  We can try and decide if it was a good thing for Carl or a bad thing.  We can argue that his life would have been too difficult and his very presence would have caused others to suffer greatly.  Or we could argue that he missed out on a chance to explore unconditional love and be an unexpected blessing to those around him.  But for Carl it was no thing.  

In the infinity of Carl, his plans changed seamlessly to another of the endless opportunities that awaited his presence.

From Carl’s perspective, what ‘is’ in our perspective, is always perfect!