The story we are about to tell can be true, and it is probably one of the best short stories you have ever read. There is no doubt about it.
It will blow your mind on an entirely new level and you will never think of life in the same way, ever again.
Read it, and then tell us if we were wrong!
You have died.
You died on your way home, in a car accident. The accident was not very remarkable, but for you it was fatal. The death was quick and painless, and you left a wife and 2 children behind. The emergency team tries to save you, but it was too late. Your body was too shattered to be saved.
Then you met me.
“What happened? Where am I?” you asked.
I just said “You died”.
“There was a truck… it was skidding…”
“Yes, but don`t feel too bad about it. Everybody dies at some point” I said.
You looked around at the nothingness, just you and me, and asked “What is this place? Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less”, I answered.
Then you asked “Are you God?”
I replied “Yup, I`m God.”
“My wife and kids…”
“What about them?”
“Are they gonna be OK?”
I said “That`s what I`d like to check.” …You have just died and the only concern is your family. That`s a good thing.”
You watched me with fascination.
I didn`t look like God to you, just like any other man, or a woman maybe. Possibly some vague authority figure, more of a math teacher than the almighty.”
“Don`t worry”, I replied, “”They are going to be just fine. Your kids will remember you as the perfect father, `cause they didn`t have time to start hating you. The wife will cry, but deep down she`ll be relieved. Let`s be fair, your marriage was starting to fall apart. If it makes you feel any better, she will feel guilty for feeling this way.”
“So, what happens next? Where do I go, heaven or hell?” you asked.
“Neither, you`ll be reincarnated”, I said.
“So the Hindus were right after all” you replied.
“In their own way, all religions are right. Now, walk with me”, I said.
As we walked through the void, you followed along.
“Where are we going?” you asked.
“No place in particular…”, I said, “… it`s nice walking while we talk.”
“What`s the point them?” you asked. “When I`m reborn, I`ll be a blank page, like a baby? Nothing from mu previous life won`t matter.”
“Not true! You`ll have all the experiences and knowledge from all the past lives inside you. You just can`t remember them now.”
Then I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders.
“Your soul is more beautiful and gigantic than you can imagine. The human mind can only contain a small part of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s cold or hot. You put a tiny fraction of yourself in the body, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.”
“You have been a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your unlimited consciousness. If we stay here for long enough, you would start to remember everything. But there’s no point in doing so between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated?”
“Lots, and in lots of different lives.” I said. “This time, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“What?” You screamed. “You’re sending me back in the past?”
“Well, technically yes. Time, as you know it, only exists in your Universe. Where I come from, things are little bit different.”
“Where do you come from?” You asked.
“.. I come from somewhere, some place else.” I explained. “And there are others like me. I know you want to know what it’s like there, but you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you were a bit disappointed. “.. but wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, at some point I could have interacted with myself.”
“Sure, this happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even realize what is happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “You are asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that like a stereotype or something?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” You were persistent.
I LOOKED YOU IN your EYEs.
“The meaning of life, the reason I made this Universe, is for you to mature.”
“Me? You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just YOU. I made this Whole Universe just for you. With each new life you mature and become a greater intellect.”
“Just me?” you asked. “What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “… in this Universe, only you and I exist.”
You stared blankly at me. “What about all the people on Earth?”
“They are all you, just different incarnations of you.”
“Wait, do you mean to say I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, congratulating him with a slap on his back.
“So this means I`m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“Yes, and you are the millions he killed.”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you killed someone,” I said, “… You were killing yourself. Every kindness you’ve done, you’ve done it to yourself. Every happy and sad moment you`ve experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced only by you.”
YOU THOUGHT LONG.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why did you do all of this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me, that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind, you’re my child.”
“What?” you said, with disbelief. “You mean I’m a god?”
“Not yet. You’re just a fetus right now. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the Whole Universe… it`s just…,”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now the time has come for you to move on to your next life.”
Then I sent you on your way.
By: Andy Weir
The current feeling, like you are levitating over your body, that`s the feeling of your mind being blown! You`ve ascended to a new level.
If only you had a mirror to see you face right now…
This will make you think every time you meet someone else, and question yourself “Is it possible that my children, my mother, my best friend, or brother, are all me?”
Question everything, see the Universe and everyone in it through this point of view.
What will happen if we start seeing each other with these eyes?
This is only a story, but what matters is the story we believe in. Maybe it`s time to replace our story with another, better one, which will make the world a better place for everyone.
It`s not important which story is true, they all are, what matters is which one makes you a better person.