A Larger Idea of Spirit

Sarah Tirri
December 31, 2019

The other night I watched a documentary about teen pregnancies in America. The commentator spoke of the grim statistics which said that a thousand babies are born daily from mother’s who themselves are still teenagers. The cameraman followed a young couple around their trailer, panning in on their defeated expressions with the intent on giving the viewer a good idea of actually how depressing their wretched lives were.

I watched and gave them a kind of mental blessing, I then fantasized about being a fairy godmother with a load of money at my disposal. I saw myself finding their little town in rural Appalachia and anonymously stuffing their mail box with wads of bank notes, to help make it all a little less grim. I felt sorry for their mothers, too. I have had three teenagers the same age and could relate to how their mothers must have felt—second-guessing their parenting skills and where they went wrong. Everybody concerned seemed to be overcome by burdens they could not fathom. I sympathized and felt depletion in my own energy. I blinked my thoughts away so I might regain my composure. I then heard from that “still small voice” within which said: All is well. All is playing-out the way it must. What are you getting so upset about?

Teenage parents, Alejandra and Emilio from Pocahontas County, West Virginia, live in a country which bestows upon its children the atheist/biblical doctrine that tell us we only get one life. How can this not cause anything but a ceaseless low-level despair? The Christian and atheist worldview of birth and death presents us with no context for the situations we find ourselves in. If Alejandra and Emilio recognized that they themselves wrote the script during the pre-planning stage of their beforelife, their fortitude and resolve would be greatly strengthened by the implications of this much more liberating viewpoint. I therefore strongly agree with the following statement made by H. K. Challoner: “The Law of Karma and reincarnation should be more generally accepted and studied than it is today. When it is taught, as it will one day be, from earliest childhood and taken into consideration in every circumstance of life, man will not continue to suffer blindly and revolt against the apparent cruel compulsion of living in a universe governed either by blind fate or a capricious God.”

Alejandra and Emilio chose to have their first child at age sixteen and their second at eighteen. Their babies chose to be born to them; chose to be born into specific economic structures, with meticulously crafted appearances, inclinations, shortcomings and talents. Whatever “framework” they constructed for their impending life, they did so because they decided this would serve their spiritual agenda. Each one of us has a very particular specialized agenda—it unites us and is our common bond—and it is this: We came to gather knowledge and acquaint ourselves with physical experience so that we will eventually be able to create the life of our choosing without inducing karma. It is only then that we can get off the treadmill, it is only then that we can graduate from this kindergarten in which we find ourselves.

Many of us have been reincarnating century after century and in many cases, millennia after millennia. We not only scrupulously and rigorously design the structure of our lives, we request certain events—experienced as fate, so the challenges, tribulations and victories that arise will advance us to a level of understanding that would not have been possible without them. Many of us intentionally choose complicated lives, and those that do, do so because they are ambitious and obviously have a lot of boxes to tick. Author, Robert Perala says, “Those brave souls who leave the warm, loving soul plane undertake what souls agree is the most arduous venture that any soul can tackle—a life on planet Earth is acknowledged as the densest environment for learning and growth anywhere.”

If I were to attempt to compile a list of “life options” by progressively going back through the centuries to the Middle Ages, the Dark Ages, to biblical times, back through to the Iron Age, the Bronze Age, into the Stone Ages—which lasted millions of years—and then back to times when we were learning the art of walking upright, it would take me the rest of my life beavering away, around the clock (with assistance) to cover less than one-hundredth of one percent of them. Time is old, the Training Ground we visit, vast, and the curriculum more so. We are smitten by our native spirit of adventure, which is a good thing because we live for all eternity and have to do something to amuse ourselves.

When you have upgraded your worldview to incorporate a more expanded spiritual perspective, you are less likely to view life with fear, doubt or uncertainty interfering with your well-being. When you have incorporated the intuitive (non-specific) memory of having lived before into your awareness, and finally realize that human beings are reincarnating in an ongoing bid to evolve into “more than they were”, it is difficult to be depressed by something that must be a product of destiny.

But if you maintain the belief that a degenerate world is being built and will collapse, and this mental energy gets assimilated with others who think the same, which it will, don’t expect much. What we think about is creative; most Christian ministers would tell you the same thing. Seeing life through grubby battleship-grey colored spectacles is not only an insult to God’s omnipotence, it is an unspiritual activity of potentially nightmare-inducing proportions. Why? I talk about “how creation happens' in my novel: The Day She Cut God Loose, but for now know this: The quality of planet Earth’s future is dependent upon the quality of our beliefs. Once we have accepted that what is going on here is simply the magnificent unfolding of Gods evolutionary creation, the question of why the world appears so fucked-up is easy to explain: It’s a paradox: All is well. All is on course. All is as it should be, but all must change. Life is subject to the Law of resurrection, transformation and progress, so that the inferior little existence that burdens many by will be replaced by something more noble.  

My mother, who died on June 26th of 2001, came back to this life a short time after leaving it.

In 2004, my brother and his wife adopted a little two-and-a half year-old girl from an orphanage in Russia. She had been removed from her birth mother before the age of one. Her mother was having a hard time with life’s curriculum, and drugs and alcohol prevented her from tending to the needs of her child. When I flew to England to meet my new niece, I realized that my mother’s soul had reincarnated and was alive and well within her. The deep connection she and I shared was palpable. Lying in my lap, stroking my face, it was if she had known me all her life—in this life it had been less than half an hour.

When choosing her new life, my mother had created numerous hurdles and my niece is now very busy trying to learn everything she failed to learn previously. In fact, she is doing really well. She is sweet, kind, feisty, tough, and determined. By opting to be born into very austere circumstances, choosing a slight frame, impaired hearing and compromised vision, she set up the necessary conditions that would favor her spiritual growth. I suspect she has already balanced much of the karma associated with her previous life as my mother, and now her journey continues. My brother and sister-in-law are exceptional parents—she couldn’t be in better hands.

After my mother’s death and before she re-entered this world as my niece three years later, a friend asked me in his usual probing, skeptical tone, “Assuming you’re right about God’s goodness and your optimistic outlook about life and death is not rooted in some psychological need to shield yourself from the capriciousness of existence, do you expect to see your mother when you go back to where you think you came from?”

“Yes,” I told him. “I do. She will greet me immediately, and I will recognize her immediately. It will be as if we never parted.” But it wasn’t until I was on the plane back to the States after meeting my niece for the first time that I felt compelled to reconsider what was, for a few years, a matter of unwavering certainty. If my mother’s soul is in my niece, and I die before her, which is highly likely, then how can my mother and I reconnect when my earthly life is over? Before I had a chance to press my call button for another drink, this is the gyst of the answer that sprang into my mind: There are some plucky souls who are more motivated than others, and they are living concurrent lives, having split their soul-energy in order to maximize their potential related to their spiritual development. By experiencing life from simultaneous vantage points, you can do what others choose to do over several lifetimes. Life on planet Earth can be extremely challenging, and so this path isn’t for everyone. Most who choose it are reasonably advanced at managing energyold hands who have already lived many lives. Some souls are just exceedingly ambitious, and the thought of the possibility of temporary hardship never seems a deterrent.

Perhaps, I pondered, only a division of our soul is born into physical existence and some part of it remains behind, temporarily in a split state, so it may continue to concern itself with other non-physical experiences that are not easily conceivable to someone living in the confines of space and time. I again asked the universe this same question: “Will I recognize my mother as I knew her?”

Yes, Sarah, you will. God would not have set things up so that watching her die of cancer twenty years ago would be the last time you will ever see her. Your faith over this matter is frozen. Upgrade it. The Creator of the Universe did a much better job than most of you have been encouraged to think.

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