If I’m right in thinking that, after we die, we meet (again) with more learned souls. We go through what happened, what didn’t happen and what we learned in the previous lifetime. At that point we can rest for a little while or we can immediately come back. I don’t think we necessarily always come back as human beings. Nor do I think that we always incarnate on this planet – although it might be easier in terms of familiarity to regularly come back to the same physical space. (?) When we do decide to come back, it’s either to go over the same lesson again because we ourselves want to ensure the lesson stays with us, or it’s to encounter something new.
Not every soul comes to the physical plane. Those that do are brave. It must be quite a jolt to go from a knowing, compassionate and respectful environment to be trapped in the physical with only mechanical means of communication. It must be extremely lonely… Is everyone as lonely as I’ve felt?
Bearing in mind that we are all here to learn and to look after one another, I have tried to treat everyone with a certain amount of respect. Each of us is here for a reason. Each of us planned our life challenges. We all have to walk our own path – again and again. The trials of one lifetime are blinks of the eye if we are destined to live hundreds or even thousands of lifetimes. When I think of the Big Picture, this life, these concerns, this moment is of no consequence. All that matters is the lesson learned.
If I’m right in thinking that I chose this life for its particular challenges, what is the lesson that I need to learn? I grew up feeling lonely and unloved but never had a problem showing love to others. If I’m being brutally honest, the problem isn’t with my showing love and respect to others (I have plenty of people telling me that I’ve far too good at that.) but with showing the same to myself. (?)
Have I been making the excuse that I feel insignificant because of the Big Picture or because I cannot allow myself to feel compassion and respect in myself? Why wouldn’t I deserve compassion? I’m not a terrible individual. Would I not experience profound loneliness if I felt more at home in my skin? Would I not need to feel heard if I accepted myself with all of my faults and limitations? If accepting my faults and limitations, will I still feel the need to grow and learn? Am I clinging to the perception of a person that I am in order to disregard the person I could be?
Sleepless Philosopher 