30 years ago, bunk beds were assembled differently than they are today. We had, basically, 6 pieces of wood per bunk held together by screws. A three-inch, pencil sized spike was then placed into each hole of the frame. The spikes were attached to the top bunk and the holes were in the bottom bunk. Insert spike into the hole and, presto, bunk beds.
Being the adventurous kids that we were – we took apart the two frames. (No more fighting over top bunk) The small wooden sticks had to be broken off the top bunk so that it could lay flat on the ground. This also left the 4 open holes on the bottom bed.
Of course, being a kid, that means you see what you can put in there, right? How about a freshly sharpened pencil?
Apparently, that was my thought process. I don’t recall anything about how the pencil got there or even who put it there. All I know is that it was there with a sharpened lead tip facing up.
What goes in must come out.
6-year old Matthew stands over the pencil, grabs it tight and begins pulling up. It’s not budging. I put my other hand over the hand that’s already grasping the pencil and pull up with all the muscle a 6-year old boy can muster. After a minute or so of pulling up, the pencil frees itself and the sharp pencil tip heads directly at my right eye with enough velocity to…well, yeah.
The finely sharpened pencil tip lands millimeters away from my eyeball on the inner webbing between my nose and my eye. 2-3 millimeters to the right and God only knows if that would have been it. Maybe not, but it’s certainly a possibility considering the amount of force it took to get that pencil out. I was left with a red mark on the small webbing area and a slight black eye for a few days.
Being 6 years old at the time, the experience was just another crazy thing that happened. As time passed and I grew older, I’ve recalled the moment many times. I’ve concluded that something bigger, something cosmic, and something beyond our current human comprehension took place that day. I believe I was shielded. I was protected.
Ultimately, that day was not my time. My life work, the reason I am here, the lessons my soul is destined to learn had not yet been achieved. Now, I face the difficult question of – What about other young children whose lives ended at 6 or even at birth? How could their life work include such a tragic, early ending? These are questions I have pondered for many years. I do have an answer for them – or, at the least, my best shot at an answer.
We are consciousness. We are not our bodies. I believe there are things happening around us, all the time, that we are not capable of observing or sensing. We are living a “dream.” We are here to evolve. To experience life. To learn and expand and reach toward new possibilities that are offered as each generation gets more aware of our surroundings.
A quick look at this concept – The comparison between 1815 and 2015. 200 years of evolution in the collective mind. We have continued to develop, discover new possibilities, explore space, travel by air, cure ailments, communicate effectively with someone thousands of miles away in real-time, the light bulb, electricity, and thousands of other inventions and/or discoveries. My question is this – Where do these ideas come from? Why wasn’t the light bulb invented in 1598 instead of 1835 when British inventors demonstrated that electric light was possible from an arc lamp. (Edison’s patent was 1879 and 1880) Why Edison and why at that specific time in our history? My guess is that our collective efforts hadn’t reached a level capable of manifesting that particular invention until Edison reached that milestone. Again, his invention is also due to every human before his time as well – seeking knowledge and exploring the unknown.
Getting back to the original point about life-work and young lives.
It’s a sad fact that children pass away. It tests even the most grounded, emotionally stable human beings. It triggers something in our soul and, I believe, it’s what we call compassion.
I also believe that today, regardless of when you are reading this, is the day that the human collective consciousness has the largest abundance of compassion built up. It may not always be visible. You may not hear about it or feel it on this particular day but, I believe it’s the truth.
As we live and experience life – we learn and apply lessons and sometimes we don’t even realize we are doing it. It’s our natural, psychological response system. As we do this, our consciousness stores information and this information is the only thing we take with us when our human bodies perish. As each of us grows, we acquire knowledge, feed creativity, explore curiosities, embrace randomness and situations previously unknown.
We take all of those and sprinkle that compassion that’s been built from generations of human consciousness into our lives. We build up these things individually, the human form perishes, yet the consciousness remains and adds to the pool of knowledge and compassion. As I wrote that last sentence, a baby was conceived. It is now 20 seconds old and is starting to develop in his/her mother’s belly. In those 20 seconds – The universe, in all it’s magnificent mysterious majesty, supplied that child with everything it needs to live out the rest of its life – including a piece of the collectively built-up compassion pie. This child can now do it’s part to get our collective mind into the next big move forward in our sophisticated evolutionary process.
So – what about the children that don’t make it to 6?
What about the children that don’t make it through the 9 months of development in the womb? As foreign as this may sound, that is their life-work. I believe, what we fail to see during those tragic experiences, is that the child lived that short experience to add to the collective consciousness. While their physical body perished, their added contribution is essential in a few different ways. The first is – the people close to the child, particularly the parents, experience something that is, arguably, unmatched in terms of compassion to those close to them. I can’t even fathom what losing a child would do to me. That experience has to be one of the most taxing emotional experiences a human being can go through. As awful as that is, there’s a logical progression happening as we experience it.
Another example, or to answer the old question, “Why does God allow suffering all over the planet?” Suffering deepens our senses. Gets to the core of our spirituality. I’m not talking religion here at all. I am referring to a deeper understanding of what it means to be human and be alive. It’s essential in our collective evolution so that, in 2215, we can see the same or a larger progression in the human evolutionary consciousness and continue to thrive as a species as we move forward.
We are one.
This phrase is certainly in that group of phrases some would call cliche. But, I’d like for you to give this phrase some extra thought/attention today.
What does it mean?
How could 7 billion equal 1?
Does that include all living beings or just humans?
What’s it all about?
How are we one?
Why are we one?
From the Cosmos,