Big Souls Of Small Children
This is the second part of a 2 part series. Read Part 1 first.
Big souls of small children are pushing themselves into my perception. They're showing me something I don't want to see.
They are the children who will die young. It feels to me like they will leave too soon. I don't want to face the tragic stories of their deaths through our negligence.
They don't see it the same way as I do. They know their mission. It's the same as mine. It's to wake human beings up to a deeper knowing of life.
In their case, it goes beyond their families. Their stories will reverberate across an entire generation, inviting us to face our responsibilities in life and to know the truth about death.
We are so afraid of dying. We are afraid of coming to an end. This fear dominates our life, even when we're completely unaware of it. The idea of not existing, not mattering to anyone, not being able to do anything anymore.
The thought of death makes our lives seem so petty and pointless. All that striving, just to end up in a box. All the drama of our attempts to love and be loved, preserved as a fragile memory in another person's temporary existence.
No wonder we look to mediums to receive messages from our loved ones who passed onto an unknown place. We are so desperate to hang onto a thread of continuity. To know that we haven't been abandoned.
But life is much bigger than that. The children will show us.
Life doesn't stop and start on the way we see it. It rolls on. For ever emerging, forever living, forever breathing.
We will have to discover this. Otherwise the pain will be unbearable.
Our individual lives are the rising and falling of eternity. They appear to have a beginning and an ending, but in truth we are a continuity.
We change our form and we move from one world to another and back again. We play games with time, creating storylines that weave dramas across the universe. We show up as human, not knowing what was before and what will be after.
And we are eternal. We can only exist. There is no other possibility.
Life is a continuation of itself, for ever. I can feel this as I write. I know it deep in my being. The children know it too.
I can forget, and imagine that my time is limited. I can be afraid of dying and of living in case I get it wrong or make a mistake or lose favour with some intangible God. I can pretend I have the answers to life and I know how to live successfully.
But the truth is much wilder than that.
In this moment I know immortality and mortality in the same breath. I see my current life, with its interwoven storylines that will come to an end. Only to be continued in a hidden sequel.
The prospect of a life that follows this one is intriguing. It makes this one feel valuable. At a very human level, I want to live well. I want to experience a great story and I'm curious about what will follow as a consequence.
I see no need to fear death. I sense the continuation of existence, even through the appearance of an ending. There is no tragedy. There is simply more to come.
The children are here to show us. They know.