Born Again

Lately I have been talking to a few different people about reincarnation. It seems that many people believe that after we die, we return over and over again until our "karma" is played out and we achieve ... perfection?

Leanne once suggested to me the Pope might return as a pregnant woman. I asked her, "What about me? What will I come back as?" She said that I'll come back as a Tibetan but that I would have to be healthy because it is so high in Tibet I would find difficulty breathing and might become dizzy and faint. She said as far as she knows humans return as humans, not animals or plants.

Marion agreed. As we walked around Delaware Park this morning I asked her if I could return as a toad or perhaps a flower. She thought that humans return as any kind of human, gender, color or creed. Just not animals or plants.

As Nian and I ate lunch this afternoon I shared these discussions with her. I told how Leanne had suggested I would return as a Tibetan. Nian gasped and almost shouted: "Oh, it's very sad to put you in Tibet!" she exclaimed, "Nobody is going to see you there. You will return as a superstar of course," she went on, "You will be acting, singing, dancing! People must see you!"

Hmm ... I wonder what I was before I became me?

Comments

[Elaine of Kalilily]

Well, I'm inclined to assume that whatever energy it is that animates us gets put back into the cosmic melting pot (when we're done with it) to get stirred up with all the other energies that get mixed together and recycled. So, each of us living things has some of the energies-that-animate of other living things that existed before us. You, know, "goo goo ga joob" and all that.

[Tamar]

Elaine, that sounds so cool and cosmic. So I might still have some of that "stuff" of those little green tree frogs in me? I love those creatures.

[Leanne]

I myself want to become a stone next time. No love, no hate, no laugh, no tears. Born in peace, dead in loneliness.

[Tamar]

Leanne, I'll be home soon. Am looking forward to seeing your shining face at the airport. A stone has no shining face ... wait for me.