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I have this theory.
I’ve said it before.
This life is past Karma that has yet to settle the score.
I’m supposed to work it out, so I don’t have to come back as this character anymore.
I can move on, and finally close this door.
Get into a new form.
And who knows which costume comes next, ready to be worn.
Another expedition into a different way of existing then before.
How many times do I have to feel the same aches and sores?
Why is it that you keep sending me back here for more?
What am I missing for you to draw complete to this suffering form called humanity.
We showed you skin sacks are capable of love, but still full of hatred and deceit.
I just want to move past this place out of this race.
Back to where the light started.
If not now then when?
Mrs. D may be right. We have to live a million times as every single thing, in every aspect of life.
To return with what we learned.
Until we get what we need from that journey. To move forward and on to the next set the bright source designed.
This energy and light travels everywhere, at every moment in time.
We all come from the creator of the brightest light.
One day the source became curious and disbursed it equally with a bang.
Creating all you see and know, separating everything.
The ball of living light exploded into planets, galaxies and souls alike.
Everything was meant to be experienced at least once every life. So the creator could reap from the omissions of his little lights.
Taking information you and I have supplied.
Which is why you have to experience every single thing on the planet that he gave life.
Not only the good energy, but negative too.
Everything has lived millions of times.
Even this body and spirit called you.
But, we didn’t learn everything the creator needed us to.
So we are back some the same, others a new.
But we can’t report back without learning the feminine and masculine parts too.
We are the lessons, characters, sets and scenes.
We are little sparks from an existential light being.
Existing to observe, absorb and report.
It wouldn’t be a stretch to call us the messengers for the source. Little lights delivering experiences of every sort.