The Wares Of Eternity

A job

A nice car

A closet of clothes

A positive bank account

Collectables

A home

A garden

Paintings in home

Jewellery

A task completed

An award received

A title attained

A friend

A colleague

A good boss

A lover

A spouse

A vacation

A shelf of books

A person helped

BOOM! YOU’RE DEAD!

Now, look upon the Earth from above. What do you see? An opportunity gone.

For it is not so much what we can attain while here, nor the matter of what level of comfort or happiness we may experience within our lives. Yes, we can do that, but what more could we do while the opportunity is available?

What would a Creator do to create a world such as Earth? Who is being helped by simply doing such a thing? Look around and see the masks that walk, all of us humans, the whole lot. For we know not of who has suffered prior or what drove their course to be here in the first place.

The suffered placed in positions of comfort. The sovereign accepting lives of the opposite. Many levels between. Who would participate in such a supportive system? Who would play that game of therapeutic run? Who raised their hand to support? All of us.

We simply don’t know why we do what we do. But, we can see it happening with ourselves. We can see it happening with others. We left it all behind to do this.

How many lives would it take to correct a situation of an individual of eternity? One life custom tailored for a set of memories to return with? Who would help with that task? Look at others around you. See it happening perfectly.

We get the opportunity to be here and it is already given. We follow others and we follow our internal cues. When we begin to see this occurring we awaken to another reality. There is a “we” outside of the space we be, this space called Earth.

A space on Earth for the forgotten to gather. We gather amidst each other to forget each other. The antithesis of our mission prior to this. We segregate amidst our forgotten state. The impossible we witness. The witnessing becomes reality.

However, the opportunity still exists. To crack out of the egg and pop the bubble, look around and see all the stumble. To see it in you, to see it in me, to see it in all Creation that be. Do we see? Or is it an illusion within? To do the impossible, to see the illusion is possible?

A segregation of ultimate nature occurs upon death, the game is left, however the same happens upon birth. What did we see? What did we learn? Who did we help? What did we give up? What were we willing to believe? What did we acknowledge in others? What did we acknowledge in ourselves? What did we understand? What did we not and why?

And, so, we try. The opportunity is at hand. For eventually we all will stand amidst each other again. We will share our wares of eternity then. What will we share as eternity wares?

Our fear

Our love