“The thing you sacrificed comes back years later, knife in hand, demanding to sacrifice that which it was sacrificed for.”
In Plato’s Myth of Er, each soul returns from a previous life and chooses its attributes for the next return to Earth. These qualities make up the daimon or acorn which is representative of the unique character of that soul. It’s chosen in order to fulfill this soul’s purpose in its next life, as related to its previous incarnation.
I can see the ageless soul soaring through the milky sea of the solar system, influenced in the correct degree by its encounter with each celestial body, on the way to its new home… JC
Each of us seems to lose our way at one time or another, indeed some can point to exact moments and dates where they went astray from what they thought was their purpose in life, never to see it again. But the soul is infinite in its wisdom and never forgets its destiny and more importantly, it never walks a straight line, its path being crooked and complete with obstacles familiar to its conclusion, that makes it difficult to map out. In truth, we can have multiple tasks to complete taking us to our purpose.
So whatever encompasses our daimon, the acorn of meaning in our life will one day insist on its due. Our bliss hidden in the shadows but always bleeding through the cracks of the psyche is resurrected guided by mystical experiences, shrouded in mystery. The experiences are messengers of the soul cloaked in dreams, natural occurrences or intellect. Many times sacrificed ambitions have a subtle effect and force one to rethink everything held sacred up until now. The term “mid-life crises” comes to mind. Is it a crisis or the soul seeing with the eyes of the heart, searching through the shadows for bliss?
We’re reincarnated every day of our lives, for each day we wake to the harmony of nature presenting us with a new day, a new chance. And in this renewed awareness, it doesn’t matter what king or crown or government entity has to say, each soul must and will save Gaia, the sacred mother by fulfilling its purpose according to destiny.
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