I cannot offer you any facts. I cannot even offer you the secrets of your life. It is only for you to decide if you have done well or not. For what is measured only are those universal, beneficial, and sublime. Each soul follows a certain path—predetermined, plotted, and prepared for everyone—regardless of when or where each one was conceived and granted a life.
So, whatever you are going to do in this world, whether good or bad, constructive or destructive, affluent or deprived, influential or insignificant, is not of your own doing but dependent of a scripted series of actions you must follow exactly to the letter, and as precise and accurate as it was written and agreed upon—yes, you made a pact and accepted what was all along planned in advance for you, the way you wanted it, as accurate as you wanted it to happen…Your way, because you want to continue whatever it was you felt you can contribute; or to fulfill, what remained unfinished in your other, previous lives.
What about choices then, you say?
What about that all-important gift, a privileged action that separates you from animals? Are you not allowed to make your own choices—those little changes that connect actions together to have a total effect on whatever superficial situation you are currently experiencing in the now, a bad luck or a broken heart, perhaps?
Is it not clearly specified in the contract of agreements before you signed it with a teardrop and a spit of blood on the burning line that yes, you are given the right to make a choice—whatever and whenever you want—once you receive your grant of one lifetime on earth, and thus, become human again? Are you deprived of it, or is it a fact?
First, let me correct your misinformed notion in your belief that “choices” is only granted to you, since you are a human being and it separates you from the animals, lower life forms that you can eat when you are famished; put to work when you are tired, or even keep to yourself for company, when you are lonely or sad. Yet, these animals, in their own unique ways, have their choices, too. If you will only take time to observe their behaviours closely, be it a cat or horse, a cow or a frog, they keep to their habitats and eat only the food that nourished them, avoiding those that can be poisonous or make them sick; and knew also when to run or hide from other animals that can either kill or maim them, devour or harm them.
That is choice, an inherent knowledge of survival; to know when to act, to pick what is the best option, and how to behave, once the choice is made. A cat chooses not to stay or waddle in the waters lest it catches cold and suffer death; a horse chose to eat hay and oats instead of insects, or rats, or birds lest it suffers constipation and weakens from the abnormal diet; a cow allows itself to be milked important to your health because it chose to give and help; and a frog stays in the muddy swamps since it knew it will not survive the heat and other predators on open grounds.
Choice? Each lifetime granted on earth includes in the neat package the gift of choice, and each soul follows their individual paths to fulfill the accepted pact before he or she is given a life. You, and the animals, are not so different in that regard.
Remember Judas Iscariot? The apostle Peter? Alexander the Great? Constantine? Julius Caesar? Gautama Buddha? Lincoln? Hitler? Stalin? Hirohito? Lee Harvey Oswald? Kennedy? John Lennon? Jim, Janis, Jimmy, Brian, or Kurt? A handful of historical and popular figures who suffered their deaths—either memorable, significant, honorable, grotesque, abominable, or in a detestable way—whether a hero or a villain, whether committing the crime or being murdered, whether taking their lives or the lives of millions of others, each one either followed their specific agreements or chose instead, to alter their predetermined paths.
So that whatever they did, no matter how right or wrong, each decision affected the destiny of others who were connected to them in a continuous motion and in certain, specific ways—a deck of cards falling and gaining momentum as time moves on, each one contributing to the slow, spinning loop whether you like it or not, in the universal cycle of life. Then again, one way or the other, these souls will try to come back to earth, petitioning and praying for another grant of life after spending already so many lifetimes, only so they can correct and try to fulfill their pacts.
Yet, my examples do not preclude those who died of natural causes. They, too, can affect the destiny of others unconsciously, and will, like the rest of the restless souls you see here all wailing, howling, and weeping, want to go back so they can fulfill and settle their unfinished accounts. Thus, for you to insist on making a choice, to bring about the changes that you think are so necessary to uplift and improve your life, will only later learn that everything will lead you back to your predetermined path, no matter what it takes you to complete it, even in so many lifetimes. Consider this:
A poor boy wished for a motorbike…A choice made, but is not possible to happen because of their low position in life. But the father, full of love and pity for his teenage son, made a loan in the local bank. (His choice, now affecting the life of his son). The following Christmas, the father, together with the whole family, gave the gift to his son. Everyone was joyful, happy, and celebrated teary-eyed, as the son beams with delight.
The mother started preparing their Christmas dinner. But the boy was so excited with his new bike, and asked his father’s permission to give it a quick spin in the neighborhood. Both parents agreed (their choices, now entwined with their son), yet asked him to come back at once, after one circular drive. The boy promised, and everyone was happy, satisfied, and proud as they watched him climbed his new motorbike and roared away to take his joyride.
After more than fifteen minutes, the mother became worried of her son. Thirty minutes, and their doorbell rang. Neighbors, together with the ambulance paramedics. Ten blocks from the house on the way back, the boy hit a rock on the road, and the bike spun out of control, throwing the boy to the pavement—broken, twisted, unconscious. They found him exactly seventeen minutes after the accident: dead, bleeding, and with internal brain hemorrhage. He wasn’t wearing any crash helmet. This is a true story.
Humans learned to call it destiny; a written, fixed map of their individual reasons for existence, up to the very end of each lifetime. And what choice does for you, is only to delay that which is to happen, and had been prescribed. In the case of the boy, the choices made by the family affected his choice, and led him faster if not quicker, to an early death—which is to say, his soul’s destiny for that lifetime—even if, his wish for a motorbike had not been fulfilled.
For it will happen, no matter what. So that if choices made surrounding the boy affected and altered the consequences or timeline of the pact, the soul will come back again, this time equipped with the most suitable configuration for a new life on earth that will bring about the fulfillment of the agreements—to do exactly what had already been clearly specified.
And not unless, your choice is one of the predetermined paths that will bring you back closer again to your agreement, then the choice made becomes justified. But if not—that is, your choice is really spontaneous and of your own doing affected by your sincere desire to alter the circumstances surrounding your life—then you will create a ripple of changes that will have an effect on the destinies of others.
Oh, I know what you’re thinking…
That every murdered victim of every murderer, every rapist and the raped, every killer and those killed—Kennedy, Lincoln, Hitler, Stalin, Oswald, etc.—were all justified and not to be blamed for their heinous crimes, with the victims bound and destined to accept their fates, because each one is necessary to fulfill one another’s predetermined pacts, once they crossed paths. Unfortunately, yes…
That is all true. The moment of Lee Harvey Oswald’s conception in his mother’s womb, his destiny was already laid down to fulfill his involvement in the assassination of John F. Kennedy. The moment when Adolf Hitler’s soul entered the agreement of conception in his mother’s womb, he already created a pact to lead and implement the Holocaust. And the moment of Albert Einstein’s conception in his mother’s womb, he carried already the gift to discover the formula that will help create the atomic bomb—and each one of the Japanese people who perished in Hiroshima and Nagasaki was connected and attached to their predestinations: for them to die in the devastating annihilation of the two cities had meant the fulfillment of their destinies all along. And yet, Einstein only meant well…
A gruesome thought? A morbid truth? A sad reality?
Yes again. It is a chain reaction of thoughts, of decisions, of basic actions performed by every human being, either for the good of the greater whole, or worst, the destruction of the unsuspecting and the innocents. A Chinese sage once said: Your life is like the palm of your hand; open your hand and the outstretched fingers are the paths to your destiny. You can make a choice in which path to follow, yet each one points to the fulfillment of your destiny—your predetermined and accepted pact in one lifetime.
Have you ever wondered why you are rich and they are poor? Why you are black and they are whites? Why you are affluent and others so deprived? Why you are respectable when many are doomed to labor? It is all because of your destiny in one particular, bargained lifetime.
So that if ever you decided to make a choice, to alter what was already prescribed, and then died—that is, you already arrived at the very end of the agreed lifespan without having fulfilled your destiny since you altered it to make a new and better life on earth—do not rejoice or feel triumphant for having successfully created a changed in the paths of your life. Because my friend, you will again petition and pray to be given a chance to come back so that once more, in another granted lifetime, you will try to correct and finish what you have altered last time.
Yet don’t get me wrong…It does not mean you may not try. You always have the choice to do what you like. For if not, you may keep me company here for the whole of eternity.
Have you not asked yourself why some people wore so many wrinkles on their faces as they grow old? Why in some cases, others have less-lined faces even if they are of the same age? The wrinkles you see on a human face are the soul’s timeline of lived lifetimes on earth; reflected on the flesh and becoming more persistent and clearer, as one gets older and nearer the end of a lifetime. If you are perceptive and observant enough of those around you, you can deduce and infer the age of their souls just by looking at them, or how many lifetimes they have already spent or gone through, all these centuries.
Now, you tell me you wanted another grant of a lifetime?
What, so that you can correct all the fallacies you have committed in your previous lives?
But have you counted your trips on earth? Or have you already lost count? Look around you…Each alteration you performed in your destiny piles up, one on top of the other. So that ten uncorrected agreements become twenty, and forty, and eighty, doubling up each time you failed as you alter the course of your life.
The cycle would be endless, and I am afraid you will believe your stay here with me, a living hell. Your soul will be tied to these spinning life and death drama, since each time you become a human again, your very first impulse or initial reaction is to change your destiny—live a better life, you say—always unsatisfied and discontented with the way things are happening or evolving around you. When in fact, these were the very same circumstances created and drawn up so you can fulfill your destiny!
Isn’t it ironic that you’ll always forget that? Once your soul is ready and posed for human conception, you forget. Then you’ll shout at the top of your as yet undeveloped lungs, cry in revolt and outrage and despair, knowing it will take you several years to grow up before you can do anything substantial at all. And in the process of becoming a child, forget altogether what it is you are on earth for, why you came back again, in the first place.
So that next time, you will be here to make your promises, your prayers, that you’ll follow everything if given the chance again; fulfilling whatever circumstances was prepared for you, even though your records of changes made are filling up and building a wall around you, enclosing you, beginning to suffocate you once more. And that to escape all these guilt and mental persecutions you will ask for another chance again…Are you not getting tired of these redundant cycle of human life?
Sorry, I asked…Of course, you cannot.
Your soul cannot rest; cannot experience a peaceful bliss until you correct everything you have allowed to change in the course of your lifetimes. But does that mean you are just going to lie there and allow everything to happen to you so that your destiny will be over and completed? To be raped, killed, murdered, drowned, poisoned, stabbed, decapitated, burned, imprisoned, humiliated, buggered, overdosed, or obliterated? Or, on the brighter side—honored, awarded, elected, idolized, loved, promoted, respected, venerated, adored, embraced, or revered, until finally, you die? Yet again, without knowing if you did the right thing or if you made a poor decision, and which will only be clear to you when you woke up and emerged from the transition of life and death to face me?
Look at it this way…If you are a soldier and you need to kill the enemy, you have no choice. Your destiny made you a soldier, and since the nature of war makes soldiers necessary, and the killings imperative, you have to kill or be killed yourself. Now, if you are destined to be a soldier, that is, your ambition from the very start points you in that direction, yet your choices and your circumstances made you decide to change everything and become a grocer instead, you will lead a peaceful life without threats or fear of going into war.
But then again, your conscience, and that is, your agreed destiny, will continuously nagged at you, becoming aggressive and persistent at every turn of your life—whenever you come across war in the news; when you watched a war movie or anything with soldiers on TV; or when a veteran buys a pack of beer in your grocery store—What if? What if, you followed your destiny instead? Thus, after death, your soul will come around asking for permission to come back, and correct your altered path, again.
Does it leave you any choice then?
Answer: None…none at all.
Remember the litany of heroes and villains I mentioned a while ago who now populate earth’s culture and history? There had been no choice even for them. It is the cycle of life, live and let live, so that each soul can fulfill their predetermined paths until the end of time, for the good and the worst of everyone else… Because without evil, how can you define good?
So my friend, you are welcome to stay here if you so chose, for you do not occupy much space. Weigh your options well, if you really want to go back or stay here with me. But don’t get me wrong—it does not mean you may not try. You always have the choice to do whatever you like. Which one will it be?
Think carefully now, and do not hurry. You have the whole of eternity if you do not mind the cries…You may keep me company while I stoke the fires.