“Seriously?  EARTH?  What were we thinking?  And female?

AND at a time when the world is going insane?  And don’t give me any of 

that, it’s an exciting time to be alive, or, we came here to learn, get

experience, 

to do something we need to do!  You  know I don’t believe any of that

garbage.  

We must be psychotic to keep  coming back here.  How boring can it be

to be dead, that we need to come here?  

I think this is a prison planet, that’s one reason we can’t escape.  We’re too

violent, 

as a species, to be let loose in the universe.  The other lifeforms will blow us

up if 

we get too far past our bases on the moon.  That wouldn’t be a bad thing.  

Not really.  

Earth, the planet of lies.  And we’re here. ONE MORE TIME.

Think about it, Higher Self of mine, we have to learn from scratch, every

time we incarnate.  

Born completely helpless, we have to do the same things again and again,

and AGAIN.

And you know how much I hate repetition.  How many times can we learn to

read?

Tie our shoes, or WALK?  Talk about stupid, stupid, stupid.

And all of this, our bodies are a miracle, stuff, is just more lies.  We’re a bad

design from the start.

The only animal that’s helpless for years.  Can’t see, talk, run, or even sit up.

We are prey,

waiting for the lion to come along.  And we break, get sick, and die so

easily, it’s hardly worth talking 

about.  And as strong as we are, and as fast as we can heal, we are fragile.

One hit on the head

and it’s over.

So, BAD design.  Weak and helpless for far too long.  A giraffe falls out of her

mother, shakes

her head and gets up and runs.  We, can’t even turn over.  How is that a

miracle?  The giraffe, 

now that’s a miracle, us, NO.  Helpless to the point of insanity.

And then there’s the violence, all the emotions, and the fact that no one

understands anyone

else, at all.  Each individual lives in a different reality.  How is that a good

thing?  And all the hate

and misery.  Why did you let us come here?  Surely, you’re responsible for

half of the decision.

And exactly what do you do, while I’m squashed in this body?  Just ride

around in my consciousness, 

not feeling anything, just enjoying the ride?  You realize this entire thing is

so idiotic that it’s a waste of 

everyone’s time and if there is a thing in charge of it all, I want to have a

long talk with it before I set it 

on fire and watch it burn. 

Okay, I admit that we have had fun.  We’ve had a good life,  but still, I know I

could be doing

something else, like riding a unicorn, or working in a bookstore on a planet

that’s really cool, where

the books are alive and everyone loves to read.  But no, back on

earth, where people believe in

invisible gods that tell them to rape children and kill women.  Great choice.

What were we thinking

and how can we fix it so we NEVER come here again?

What do you mean you’re going to play bridge, so you have to leave?  

You’re playing cards with a unicorn

partner?  How is that fair?  And there’s cake?  See, this is why people hate

themselves.  What do you mean

you were the half that wore the body suit last time?  You mean I stayed on

the other side?  You have to stop

us from coming here.  We can’t do this again.  It’s old news.  It’s a bad play

with terrible actors.  I mean really

terrible actors, “D” list actors, who can’t remember their lines, or even know

they’re in a play.  Half the time no 

one shows up.  

Okay, yes, there are cats.  What do you mean we came back for the cats?  

Fine, go play bridge with the unicorn.  May all your hands be Grand Slams.  

I’m not doing this again, just so 

you know, and you better step up your game until this is over.  And stay

out of my dreams.

Don’t over bid your hand.  Yes, I know the unicorn is a good player.  I’m

never coming back here again.  Never.  I don’t

care if I said that before, I’m not coming back.  Never,  got it?  

NEVER!   Never, ever, ever, ever.  EVER!  EVER!

Photo:  Pixabay

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I’m an artist, a writer, a vegetarian, an animal rights activist, and quite a few other things as well. I love books, cats, philosophy, good conversation, Chicago and the arts. So my blog is full of bits and pieces but it’s the bits and pieces that make life interesting to me. You can read more of my writing at Rethinking Life