Leaving the Body

I have a memory of dying in some other life. Leaving the body was like leaving behind a cold, tight rubber body suit. Coming out, I felt light, more alive than ever, connected to the rest of me (wisdom, knowing, memories, and profound love) that couldn’t fit in my human body.

If it is so great on that other side, then why am I here? I have a strong sense that I chose the pathway of my life, so I know I wasn’t forced. I keep discovering new answers to this question. For now I’ll offer this one. The True Self is so inviolably whole, limitless, and alive that to fully believe in human limitation as more than a game is absurd, from its perspective. The curiosity of the True Self (or some microscopic “part” of the True Self) is nearly fathomless. I am an expression of this curiosity at play.