Two representatives of the life force that contribute to the population of the universe meet and you’re conceived. You develop in a comfortable, dark sanctuary for several months. There, with divinely engineered precision, you become the canvas onto which a lifetime of experiences will be imprinted. Although this process has occurred over millennia, yours is unique because it’s yours.
Your introduction to the world is often met with celebration, sometimes not. The quality of your introduction is dependent upon a mixture of social, economic, political, familial, and spiritual factors waiting to greet you. These factors represent the complete picture of all that will influence your life from that point on. Now, they mean nothing to you; however, you’ll navigate through life either unincumbered by them or damaged because of them.
During the early years of your formation outside, you are soaking in experiences that titillate all your senses. Because you can’t provide audible feedback, no one can accurately assess how well you’re doing. It’s as if someone left a recording device on to indiscriminately take note of all you hear, see, feel, taste and smell. Amazingly, your internal black box teaches you the language of your environment with little effort on your part. At some point before your first seventy-two cycles around the sun, you are communicating ideas to others around you. Your curiosity for knowledge drives you too seek out understanding about all you experience. This exercise is encouraged by those who have experienced far more cycles than you.
Depending on the environment into which you are deposited, you began an institutional process of education or one that is home bond. It’s during this process, which will last for decades in some instances, that you slowly become molded into a model that will be socially acceptable. That innate curiosity you exhibited just a few years ago is being redirected into a direction where you will be less disruptive, less of a maverick. Unintentionally, you began to develop a comparative sense of yourself against others; a sense of wanting to belong to the herd; a sense of failure vs. laboratorial experimentation. This goes on for some twelve years, provided your advancement is without any hitch. All the while those around you are feeding the message that you should express yourself, be all that you can be. You’ll understand the mixed messages at some point, and the sailing will be easier.
At some point, you’ll develop an interest in some vocation you plan to use to carry you through the bulk of your life’s journey. This decision will require you to experience another period of institutional pedagogy. Later, you’ll have a better understanding of all you see and a smidgen of insight into grasping things you cannot. The age-old question why am I here? may yet be not be fully answered; however, you’re not bouncing about like a buoy without a tether.
You’ll be drawn to be the universe’s tool to introducing others to this plain. You’ll provide guidance and protection for one or more slates awaiting their personal experience of being imprinted with innumerable bits of information that they will use to navigate their tiny portion of the cosmos.
As you comfortably sit in a gliding position, comfortable with yourself, and having escaped maladies that would have caused your cerebral functions to misfire, you think to yourself: I think I’m beginning to understand this thing called life. But, just as your understanding is beginning to unfold like never, your time is up. It’s as if the universe requires you to move, to make space for someone else. The universe, however, is expert at recycling. You’ll be aware of your repurposing on the other side. Don’t you think so?
I’m old and blessed…hope you will be too.