Many years ago, at nine years of age, my son was fighting a particularly aggressive form of Leukaemia, when he frequently asked me, if he could still die from the dreaded disease. Speaking honestly, I repeated the doctors’ prognosis and asked him if he wanted to talk about it, a thing he had always resisted. No, he didn’t need to talk about it, it didn’t worry him and anyway, he knew he would be coming back to the world again after a spell in heaven. Well, after I picked myself up, he continued by saying that he didn’t know if he would find me again, which led to a spontaneous game of «Where would you choose to live when you come back to earth»?
His composure, so mature for his years, amazed me in the face of my own horror at the prospect of losing him. Well, we threw out the destinations that we didn’t think suitable for his re-birth, for one reason or another. Finally, we actually landed up where we were living at the time, because although the situation was wretched, it could have been significantly worse elsewhere. We have always been grateful for small mercies.
He ultimately survived and is still among us in the here and now, but it is tempting to muse on the thought of coming back to this world, just when you thought it was all over. I’m not so sure I relish the challenge of another round in this world, as it seems to be evolving of late.
If I were given the choice, I would unquestionably prefer to start life as a coveted baby in a contented, gifted family, instead of the catastrophic «start to life» in this round. A family that would love me and have my best interests at heart. Parents that would promote and encourage me into the direction my life should take, and help me make the most of my potential. I don’t need to be indulged, I just need to be nurtured.
In the light of the present gender ideology, I wonder if I should even speculate on whether I would be male or female, or if I even would have a mother and a father. I suppose, on a superficial level, and given the choice, it would be nice to have perfect teeth and skin, naturally thick, glossy hair and an inclination to be attractive. That would save time in front of the mirror each day.
How would it be, to be blessed with a little bit of starting capital, when I reappear into this mortal coil? I don’t mean wealth, just to come back fluent in one or two foreign languages for example, once past the gurgling stage. It would save an awful lot of trouble, learning it all over again. Having worked for years to learn German, Swiss German and Spanish, how would it be, if I could just cheat a bit and take that with me into the next round? It could be hugely beneficial, if I could tap into decades of wisdom, I accumulated in this lifetime too.
As the Cypriot spiritual healer «Daskalos» once said – «each life on earth is like a day in school». In the light of my experiences in this life, I would hope that I have done the homework set for me and learnt some of the lessons, and wouldn’t need to go through the same dismal route again. Nonetheless, right now I am still an earthly citizen, and that’s how I intend to remain for some time, to complete and master this day in school. I have so far done the best I could with the circumstances given to me, and in the sense of cause and effect, I hope I have earned a decent day in school next time.
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