Here and Back Again

Saw the most interesting show on LifeTime last night. It was one of those reincarnation things that I don’t normally buy into, but this was different. There were two stories, but one was this little boy. Nice looking little blonde boy who began to talk about a “Pam” and how his hair was black, not blonde before. Before the segment was over the mother identified a woman (Pamela) who had died in a hotel fire in Chicago (another detail the boy provided) and found the woman was black! 

Now this is profound, folks. We tend to think that this level of existence is all there is. Gender, race, family, all of it seems to be locked in, but is it? We even refer to God as “He.” Now this is all off the cuff so don’t chime in telling me that I’m an idiot, this article is only  to make you consider, ok? But, what I’m saying is that if this story is only half right we must posit the possibility that in the spirit we are all the same. A life force with no gender, or race, or party affiliation, or any of that stuff, and like the little boy, one time we’re a black woman from Chicago, and the next we are a little boy in Iowa. 

The mother found an actual picture of “Pamela” and the boy identified it very quickly from a group of other pictures. Soon after that the memories of the lady faded and the boy moved on. I think this is important. What ever the reason we seem to be assigned to a role while in this level, and our journey through that role adds to our growth. Even the Bible gives a tip of the hat to this when the people, talking about Jesus say, “He is Elijah, or one of the prophets, giving rise to the idea that people may come back as other people. 

The race card is another factor. Since this boy told the story of being a black woman, it only goes to follow that race does not play a factor in the spirit realm. But, I’m the first to admit that there people like Michael Brown, and Trayvon Martin out there, not to mention Al Sharpton, Jesse Jackson and a whole BUNCH of “gansta rappers.” These people ARE different, but what made them that way? ENVIRONMENT. If you buy into the little boy’s story or not, at birth he was a pure soul. We are molded by our surroundings. You learn from birth what works and what won’t work. If you grow up in the Woodlands of Houston you act a certain way, and if you are raised in the Watts of L. A. you learn that to survive you must act another way. Each side judges the other, and each side thinks they are right. 

So, what is truth? Well, to be perfectly frank you can start with the ten commandments. Boy that’s corny as cornbread, huh? No, I’m serious. The ten commandments are simple, and tell of your responsibility to your fellow man, and your creator. If you keep those two things straight everything’s going to work out all right. Jesus had it right; Love your neighbor as you do yourself, and love God with all your being.   If you can’t love God, at least love yourself and your neighbors, and the rest will come for it you love you simple have to admit that at least LOVE comes from somewhere.  Look up, fool! We can’t even create one atom! Lot of stars up there. 

The Bible comes close, but no book will ever explain the complexity of God, they are only a road map to understanding. All religions originate for the same reason, to explain the  relationship between the Creator and the creation. It’s when man tries to “tweak” the simplicity of that relationship that we get things like ISIS, the Westboro Baptist Church, and general perversions of a basic idea. God didn’t do that, MAN did that. If you can accept the concept that in the spirit we are without gender or race, then you can quickly see that certain ideas based on those factors are invalid. 

In my book, “Sharon” there is a statement on the last page. When I wrote it I didn’t understand it.  I think I’m beginning to  now.

She looked at him with love. His mind was trying to grasp the incomprehensible. Her "preacher- boy" was now an old man, staring into the face of his own hopes, doubts, mortality. "The Greeks called me Sophia. Rabbis refer to me as Shekinah. During his circumambulations around the Kabah Ibn al-Arabi met me, and he called me Nizam. I counciled Solomon when no one else could hear, and I knelt before the angel in that room in Nazareth. For I am the Wisdom of God, and anyone who seeks me with a pure and diligent heart may hold me in their arms."