We sometimes see friends later in life and maybe admire their success or progress. Inevitably, however, we think back to a time when we knew them before the new car, new business, advanced degrees, etc. There is sometimes even an attitude of dismissing their great present because we are aware of their less-than-great past.
Aside from the obvious “well that was then,” and “the past is the past,” which are both true, we should also recognize that we’re judging the physical history of that person. The spirit of that person is ageless and is not ours to judge. Its true nature is known only to its source.
The prophet Jeremiah once proclaimed (on behalf of Yaweh) Before you were in the womb I knew you. If we just go with the words and don’t try to over allegorize it, the message is clear: I knew you back then, before you came here. Yeah, I know that freaks some folks out, but I didn’t write it. So what if it is true that we were somewhere else before we came here? And what if all we consider “bad” is just a result of a good spirit struggling to live in a bad world? And what if we treated people as if we understood that struggle?
We would first recognize that there are no “bad” people, just people who act badly. Our “soul” (life, source, life-force, energy, spirit) is neutral. It is somehow connected to the source of all that (God, et al) and hence has the same characteristics as its source. It is either neutral or, as some spiritual gurus say, “all good.”
Mean, evil, selfish people are a result of this neutral soul being packed into a flesh and bones suitcase suitable for travel. Sometimes the suitcase ends up in less than desirable digs and the interference or friction created results in irritated frustrated people. People who are mean and irritating might have been someone I could have enjoyed being around in another situation.
When the suitcase gets worn out and tossed out, the soul just goes back to where it came from–some believe forever, others believe to simply return for another go-round with hopes of a better trip this time.
And maybe on that second (or third) trip, you’ll recognize me and say…
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