…grey

We are in an infinite expanse of greyness that is neither light nor dark, just, grey… and after the indescribably beautiful feeling of ‘completeness’ I had in the presence of the creator, here if anything, I only feel a little bit sleepy which is odd, as up to now I’ve never felt so… energised… alert… alive even.  Its a shame I’m asleep, or, actually I don’t know, if it’s just my body that’s asleep or… best not think too hard about that…  “Where are we?”

“This place of stillness is where souls wait, souls change.”

“Souls, what sou…”  and then they slowly appear… The little points of golden light I had seen at the start of creation, stretching out as far as the eye can see, and more than I could possibly hope to count.  Some are just golden, but others contain people, and things that look kind of… animal… alien.

“The ‘golden’ are new life waiting to start their journey, the others walk ‘the path of souls’.” He says.

I fall quiet watching the souls slowly drift past, and as I look inside the orbs containing human forms, I see their features changing, appearing to almost cycle through the various faces the soul wore at each stage of its mortal time.  Its unnerving to  watch, but I just can’t tear my eyes away as the expression on each face tells a story… then I notice something that makes my blood run cold with fear.

There is an orb containing a human shape, but unlike the rest of the souls in this.. grey place, it is awake but seemingly unaware of its surroundings or the ‘black’ formless shapes that are crawling over its outer surface peering into the orb, and watching its every move. “What are they” I say in a low voice.

“They are the ‘Feeders’ that take those who chose the path of disharmonic hatred into the darkness of hell.”

More ‘Feeders’ are gathering now, slowly but surely working together to cover the orb.  “Is there no hope of redemption for these ‘souls’, is there no way they can put right, the wrong they have done.” I ask anxiously.

“There are many crossroads along the way, where a clear decision has to be made on which path to choose.  But the gift of ‘free will’ means the responsibility for these decisions and the consequences that follow, rest with the soul itself, and a soul’s decision to walk towards the light of god must be based upon its desire to achieve harmony with its world, not fear of retribution for its actions.  For those who choose to blind themselves to the pain and suffering they inflict on others without any conscious feelings of empathy for their victims or remorse for their actions, there can be no redemption.  For it is only with the ‘truth’ that redemption can be found, and only complete acceptance of the ‘truth’ can set them free.”

I watch as the orb slowly floats away with the light of the soul contained within almost smothered now by the ‘Feeders’.  Its time here is almost over and I can’t help feeling sorry for it, but if this is a ‘direct’ result of the suffering it has caused others.  Then so be it…

I’m disturbed by what I’ve witnessed and by the fact I’m feeling some twisted kind of satisfaction that the evil living amongst us get rewarded in this way…

“And how much pain will I need to endure before I achieve this ‘perfect’ harmony?”

“It takes as long as the time required for it to happen, for the destination is defined by the journey towards it.”

“But how is this possible when life is so short.” I ask.

“It is not possible in ‘one’ mortal lifetime.”

“Are you talking about reincarnation?”

“Yes” he says “For a soul cannot ‘evolve’ whilst it is contained within its mortal frame.  It must return to a state of ‘pure energy’ for its vibration to change before once again entering into the cycle of, ‘mortality’, ‘experience’, and ‘evolution’, for without this, all of the souls in creation would stay at the most basic level of development without any possibility of evolution, without any possibility of moving closer to the creator.”

“Does this happen to all souls.  Am ‘I’ reincarnated?”

“All souls are reborn in different forms until they are ready for the transcendence.”

“Will I at any point remember my past lives?”

“No experience or knowledge is lost.  The nearer you get to god, the more you will ‘consciously’ remember.”

I stop momentarily to try to absorb this fundamental change to my picture of life and death, but here, in the presence of god, I know that my life will never be the same, he was right.  Everything Lucifer is telling me does ‘as he says’, quite simply ‘ring true’.