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and mountains of the Mexican border
I've followed the calls of birds
that don't exist into thickets
and up canyons. I'm unsure
if all of me returned.
- Jim Harrison
(illustration LFB)
Greetings, fellow sofa-philosophers! Today, we're venturing into the swirling mists of reincarnation, guided by a question from myself, a woman of faith not confined by organized religion, but embracing the eternal, believing the Divine and defined by relationship. Buckle up, for we're tackling thorny questions that may prick even the most seasoned thinkers. Firstly, the "one spirit or soul" puzzle. Some interpret it as a single, eternal entity cycling through lives, carrying experiences like baggage (or maybe souvenirs?), while others envision a pool of souls embarking on independent journeys. Both hold fascinating implications: the single soul whispers of shared pasts and intertwined destinies, while the individual soul speaks of unique paths and a boundless universe of consciousness. Then comes the elephant in the metaphysical living room: population explosion. If souls cycle, doesn't the human herd keep multiplying like bunnies on espresso? Some hypothesize in...
Lovely. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI've been in those thickets and canyons, my father was born in the upper peninsula of Michigan and I lived many years on the Mexican border. And in Mexico probably saw birds that didn't exist. I'd be happy to think I left something of me be behind. Thanks.
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