…continuing Letter Twenty-Four “Homo Angelicus”

[I ask.] “How will your death be any different from where you are now, in this ethereal inner world?”

“I’m sure you understand there are infinite levels of existence. The soul has its own locale, where it abides in a spirit-bridging atmosphere, very different from this one. I will retreat there, as we all do when we give up the physical plane, and refresh my creative impulses. There I will prepare for another physical form. That new form and the retreat into soul space will propel our work into new revelations; it will infuse greater measures of inspiration and vision into the three of us. Our inner connection will become clearer.”

“I still don’t get it. How can we three, different people be one and the same soul? I mean, here we are talking and looking at each other, as quite distinct entities. How does this work?”

“When the soul matrix sends its projections into incarnation, it chooses specific times. The choice is never random, but is based on the soul’s immediate destiny. It typically chooses a form in a selected time and creates a physical life. Then it progresses through the destiny of that manifestation, from birth to death. What we each represent in our individual characters, is one of the manifested forms of our soul-matrix.

“Under normal circumstances one form never meets any of the other forms a soul has generated, because of the temporal structure. But in this project, we have transposed our forms and times upon one another. We have traveled across the ages and produced a communion on the physical plane. This has been done in the interest of connecting our respective physical species for the greater good. The distinction we observe amongst ourselves is simply a function of the way manifestation works and the way individuality plays out in forms.”

[I want to question the premise further.] “If we three are actually one soul, why don’t I feel it? Why doesn’t it seem to be living in me … here… now…?”

[Suddenly, I am feeling it. I’m drawn down into the Void in a split moment, crashing through the Threshold, into peace and stillness. The contradictions in my mind are left far, far behind. I find myself in the realm of the soul! It is so natural to be here. I can instantly see dozens of incarnations that my soul is simultaneously manifesting into forms in various ages of time. I do feel it.]

[Powerful emotions sweep over me. I sense a world I had forgotten existed down here. It makes me want to stay and stay forever here. Then, just as suddenly as I entered, I am returned to the outer world. My mind is reeling. At the same time it is very clear.]

“Excuse me, friends.” [I’m panting.] I just… I do get it now!”

We can see that. [The two of you are smiling quietly.] We can feel it too. It is remarkable, how you’re coming along—how we three are coming along.

[You turn again to our host.] Have you known this from the start? Have you known that we three would meet in this way?

“Well, when was the start? [the old one muses.] I can no longer distinguish that in my mind. All I really know is that we are here now. We always have been, again and again.” [He winks.]

“No, wait. Oh no. I’m back in my mind—and my ego.” [I’m confused and doubtful again. I shake my head.] “Just a moment ago I saw it all so clearly. It doesn’t make any sense suddenly. How can we always have been here?”

[Old Man replies,] “Time, and the separation of things in time, is simply a tool for expression of the soul. In reality there are no separated times or events, or even dimensions. All motion, all existence is simultaneous. As one human scientist said long ago, time is the universe’s way of keeping everything from happening at once.”

[You slip your hand into mine and smile sympathetically.] It’s all right. Your mind can’t hold what you’ve just felt. Simply notice. Put authenticity in place of your resistance. Let your appreciation take it in. Now! [You give me a jolt, clenching my fingers tightly. Energies surge all over my body. I’m shaken and stunned into silence for a long while. The two of you look on intently.]

“Oh… What have you just done? You’re turning me inside out again! I… can’t take this in… How can I be feeling these feelings with someone who is myself, my own soul sister? Is this permitted?”

[You both grin. Finally you let go of my hand and touch the center of my forehead with one finger.] You just go figure that one out for yourself, my hesitant friend!

[I sink down into the cushions and hold my head, rolling into a fetal ball. I stay this way for a long time, while the two of you touch my back in some kind of ritual motion. This begins awakening new feelings in me. My awareness is unrolling, even while my body is coiled up. I’m seeing the moment in a way never before. Here I am a thousand years from home; and yet I’m at home wherever I am. My authentic being is my true home. I’m receiving your great gift to me, to us, to homo sapiens. Abruptly, I sit up and stare at the two of you with new eyes, tears streaming down. But I am calm and clear.]

[Old Man sighs.] “I must alert you, human friend, that again you will not retain this consciousness for long. But it will eventually come back to stay. That time is not be far off, as mutations go. But it is not quite yet. Relish this for now. Feel it, and know its truth in your being. That will help you recognize what is happening later. Open readily and allow it in when it comes.”

[The garden has begun to glow in a way I can’t explain. It’s like my eyes are indeed new, seeing things that were always there, but that had been invisible to me before. The palm trees leaning over seem to be reaching toward me with golden filaments of light. The filaments interconnect in a vibrant web. They seem to be smiling. This makes me smile. The whole world is smiling with me. I feel my mind and ego wanting to say ‘Preposterous!’ But that wanting is so small and insignificant right now. My whole mind is so tiny in the expanse of what I’m now feeling! I am totally refreshed, totally alive. I am appreciating!]

Copyright © 2010 by Robert Lee Potter