Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Am I new?

What is really this creative substance I refer to as being “me” comprised of, and how long has its specific construction been around? A particular set of attractions, aversions, passions and joys. Consciousness, soul, spirit, it is all of that and more. Where does it come from? Why am I here, why am I me, and who am I to be?              

If I am such a thing as a reincarnated soul who has chosen to manifest on the earth at this particular moment, have this “I substance” always been this way? What about the ways in which I resemble my parents. I am not thinking about outer appearance, but more referring to inner drives. How both my mother’s strong spiritual drive and my father’s rational mind is present within me. Perhaps I have chosen this particular pair of parents in order to be tainted by these exact qualities. The complications and strengths of my parents are part of my lessons to learn this time around in the game of life.                                                                                                             

Life is a school and a playground. That is as close as I get to a creating my own personal philosophy of life. I feel very strongly that I am here on this earth at this moment in time to learn lessons that I am not able to truly comprehend in any other way. As painful of a struggle as my life has tilted towards being, it has also been filled with valuable moments of joy and bliss.                                                                                              

That is the other side of the coin, the playground aspect of existence. We are allowed to create; to manifest the contents of our spirit onto the vast canvas of this earthly realm. The pearls of existence lie at our fingertips. Art, poetry, sex, dancing, surfing, theater, wine and chocolate, along with all the other marvels of being incarnated in this human body. Ecstasy and bliss are perfectly obtainable potentialities of the human condition. The human playground is exactly what provides balance to the tough learning aspect.                                                                                                                                

In lust and sorrow we wander, completely unknowing of who is directing the plot of our lives. Do such things as spiritual families, soulmates, guides and guardian angels really exist? And if they do, should we strive to obtain knowledge of their existence, or just let them be so they can continue fulfilling their tasks undisturbed. Have I come into being as a solitary individual, or can I count on an invisible support system to help guide me in the right direction.                                                                                                                              

If we are recycled souls, have we implanted any clues into this existence as to who we might have been in previous human trials?                                                                                

When we consider our lives to be like a roll of recycled paper, it is easy to understand that there is some residue brought forth from previous times of existence. The parts are the same, but the way they have been reassembled brings forth an entirely different range of potential purposes.    

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