In a mother’s womb were two babies. One asked the other: “Do
you believe in life after delivery?”
The other replied, “Why, of course. There
has to be something after delivery. Maybe we are here to prepare ourselves for
what we will be later.”
“Nonsense” said the first.
“There is no life after delivery. What kind of life would that be?”
The second said, “I don’t
know, but there will be more light than here. Maybe we will walk with our legs
and eat from our mouths. Maybe we will have other senses that we can’t
understand now.”
The first replied, “That is
absurd. Walking is impossible. And eating with our mouths? Ridiculous! The
umbilical cord supplies nutrition and everything we need. But the umbilical
cord is so short. Life after delivery is to be logically excluded.”
The second insisted, “Well I
think there is something and maybe it’s different than it is here. Maybe we
won’t need this physical cord anymore.”
The first replied, “Nonsense.
And moreover if there is life, then why has no one has ever come back from
there? Delivery is the end of life, and in the after-delivery there is nothing
but darkness and silence and oblivion. It takes us nowhere.”
“Well, I don’t know,” said the
second, “but certainly we will meet Mother and she will take care of us.”
The first replied “Mother? You
actually believe in Mother? That’s laughable. If Mother exists then where is
She now?”
The second said, “She is all
around us. We are surrounded by her. We are of Her. It is in Her that we live.
Without Her this world would not and could not exist.”
Said the first: “Well I don’t
see Her, so it is only logical that She doesn’t exist.”
To which the second replied,
“Sometimes, when you’re in silence and you focus and you really listen, you can
perceive Her presence, and you can hear Her loving voice, calling down from
above.” - Útmutató a Léleknek
Whatever you want to call it: God, Mother Nature, The
Universe...I want to believe we are part of something more than just this one existence
in this, our physical human form. We may not be able to see or fully understand
it, but it is there nonetheless.
Maybe I'm a bit strange but
this story strengthens my sometimes wavering belief that yes, one day I will
see Patrick again. That, perhaps, he is around us; with us; minding us - but in
a state of being that we are unable to see with these eyes.
Only because I am unable to see his spirit or energy, does not mean it does not exist around me.
Call me cracked but if this thought makes his absence from our physical lives more bearable, then I happily spend the rest of my life cracked...
