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You were on your way home when you died.

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posted on Jan, 23 2011 @ 11:58 PM
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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 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.




posted on Jan, 24 2011 @ 12:03 AM
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this has been postedbefore short story called the egg
good one tho



posted on Jan, 24 2011 @ 12:14 AM
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So when he dies he meets another guy...what's his "home" like?...



posted on Jan, 24 2011 @ 12:15 AM
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sorry i didn't know this



posted on Jan, 24 2011 @ 12:15 AM
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“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"

I LOVE YOU for putting this here... it really means a lot more than sillly little possibilities of UFO or GHOST or Conspiracy theories...



posted on Jan, 24 2011 @ 12:20 AM
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Reminds me that our SOUL is eternal... made of energy never ever been created no destroyed... it goes on forever and ever... thanks again :-)



posted on Jan, 24 2011 @ 12:23 AM
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That made my whole weekend, first time I've read that.

Thank you



posted on Jan, 24 2011 @ 12:25 AM
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I remember this story being posted before too. I love it is S&F anyway.



posted on Jan, 24 2011 @ 12:43 AM
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Apparently you didn't write this. But hey, It makes me smile to see others who... get it... All I can say is... BINGO!




posted on Jan, 24 2011 @ 01:03 AM
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Originally posted by gimme_some_truth
Apparently you didn't write this. But hey, It makes me smile to see others who... get it... All I can say is... BINGO!



no i never i found it while roming the net.i just wanted to post it so others could see.



posted on Jan, 24 2011 @ 09:58 PM
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Originally posted by audio assasin

Originally posted by gimme_some_truth
Apparently you didn't write this. But hey, It makes me smile to see others who... get it... All I can say is... BINGO!



no i never i found it while roming the net.i just wanted to post it so others could see.


That's Hare Krishna. The idea that we all share the same body as one string of lives. Haven't you ever hung in the SF Bay? If not you're missing it. You get a flower and a version of this head trip story. Up by the observatory is where the hardcore ones usually hang in groups. You get a booklet too. Also supposedly every time you go to sleep your spirit wonders around, but always comes back to the same living body because it's still good to use.

It's all good because there is no way to prove it or disprove it.



posted on Jan, 24 2011 @ 10:35 PM
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You have to dig their moral message because it is all about the idea that if you send negative energy to others, treat others wrongly, you will at some point in time be the reviver of your own bad energy/behavior, so you better treat everyone good. The issue still with all belief system is that the narcissist only cares about the here and now. That means even if everyone believed in this philosophy it still wouldn't change a whole lot of behavior because most people are narcissistic/hedonists/materialist etc. It's all about literal karma designed to create maximum empathy

Note Rod Serling studied this stuff back in his day and wrote some T-zone based on it. It was even in the TZ that Lucus & Spielberg made. In the remake version some of the actors that were doing the role switches got their heads cut off by a helicopter during filming. I mean they really were decapitated in real life because Lucus & Spielberg were pushing things on their sets in a professional ego competition of sorts. It was said in court documents later regarding the filming tragedy they were deliberately cutting corners on safety because they both were trying to out do each other in attempting to create ultra spectacular scenes. How is that for irony?



posted on May, 7 2011 @ 07:38 PM
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wow!
wounderful story, me!
I have thought some think like this.
but yours is better.
you must be me in the futrue.
um my story is better.
confuzing!!!
can you give me any tips
for when I live your life?



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