#26 The Day I Came to Earth

I had never realized that my consciousness is continuous. I am eternally aware. Until now. There is a gap and I’ve awoken in a new world. I remember bits and pieces but the continuity is missing, gone, missing in action, as if this new flesh is a veil that hides eternity. But this world is so delightful. I mean my body. Wow! Amazing. And this world. The look and sounds of things. To touch something is a sacred act of transmission. I’ve forgotten why I’ve come. Something about a well.

I think I’ll get a job as a law secretary. I know I can do that job. Working with people and their contracts. Yes I can do that job. Got to get a job. I need a purpose. Why am I here? Why did I come here? It was so nice in the other realm, that other place where things are softer and gentler. It’s all kind of harsh here. Gotta get a job.

It’s been hard to write since I’ve come into this world. It used to be so easy. It could be because this is simply not the correct direction. On the other hand there may be a breaking in period going on. How do the ethers speak in language that can make molecules dance? How does consciousness interface with matter. I suppose I will be finding out.

I know he’s here somewhere. I’ve met him. Somewhere. Not here. This damn veil. I know there’s so much more that I know. But it’s like another lifetime. I am human. Concrete form Where is my ether body? I didn’t know what I had. I’m sure I’ll come to appreciate this tangibility but it’s frightfully dense.