Katsi wrote: â€œsounds like an Archonic mindset was set into motion with humanity …â€
Leonard wrote: â€œPerhaps, Katsi, but it was our choice…â€
Diane wrote: â€œLeonard-could you expand on “our choice”…maybe?â€
The following is my attempt at the first part of answering your question, Diane. A more straightforward explanation detailing some of the dynamics of metaphysical free will shall come within the next few days, or a bit later if Iâ€™m held up. Enjoy the story in the meantime, and those doubtful can find thousands of similar case studies in modern medical and academic literatureâ€¦
Iâ€™ll try to expand without getting into too much cosmology, as it can clutter the issue, but a little cosmology is necessary for a well rounded answer. But before I begin with a â€˜straightâ€™ approach, let me begin with a true story, that happened to a nine year old girl. The following events occurred years ago, related to me by the same nine year old years after the event, now a grown woman. It should be stated that the girl in question was not raised by a family that went to church, and did not have any other spiritual or religious background or education besides being â€˜nominallyâ€™ Christian (certainly no conception of spiritual existence or reincarnation).
It was a hot summer day in suburban America. Days of play, adventure, freedom, and trouble that evoke life long memories in those awaited for months when we were given a reprieve from school that never ended once begun, and never came soon enough in springtime. That was this dayâ€™s setting for young Liz (not her real name). When the weather was really hot, the neighborhood public pool was in walking distance from home. Sheâ€™d often go by herself and swim for hours, for she took to the water like a fish, still does in fact.
Not many people were in the water that day, and no lifeguard even attended the pool. So it is no surprise that no one noticed what happened next. The pool was outdoors surrounded by a vertical lined fence and a grassy park beyond. Just outside the fence were a handful of bored young boys, early teens, looking for trouble. Perhaps it was a dare, or maybe planned, or just a thoughtless whim that saw one of the boys pick up a rock, half the size of a manâ€™s fist, and launch it pitcher style in the direction of the pool.
Liz went black. All was timeless nothingness in the manner of a deep sleep. Seconds or days, both are equal in this state, so how long the blackout lasted, who can say?
A visionless Voice emerged from the black as if it were already in mid-conversation which Liz first remembered as saying, â€œSo youâ€™re sure you want to go back?â€
Liz responded simply, â€œYes.â€
The Voice continued, â€œIt wonâ€™t be easy. You will once again have to confront suffering and confusion.â€
Liz repeated, â€œI want to go back.â€
The Voice offered one last chance, â€œIt has always been your choice to return or go elsewhere. Right now, you have one final opportunity to leave where you were, and not return again. What is your decision?â€
Liz knew her mind and stood her ground, â€œThis is where I feel I need to be right now. Please return me.â€
With a sudden rush, Lizâ€™ eyes opened to about ten feet of water above her head and a cement bottom supporting her back. Who can say how long she lied there, seconds or minutes, but it was long enough to completely blackout, take in water, sink to the bottom, and have a auditory hallucination or spiritual experience (as one judges such things). In any case, given the trauma and minimum length of the event, she should have died by any strictly materialistic perspective.
As Liz was first taught to swim as a toddler, there was little panic, just ingrained reaction. Sitting up, her legs became a coiled spring to shoot the rest of her body above water. Grasping to dear life at the side of the pool, water was quickly coughed and spewed out of her little lungs, and she coughed and coughed while just as desperately sucking in air.
Some minutes passed just to breathe and calm her nerves from the shock. It didnâ€™t take too long to notice a strange warmth on the side of her head, accompanied by a stinging pain. I donâ€™t think she even noticed her hand instinctively reaching the spot where it hurt, but as her hand came back around to the field of vision, it was not water, but blood dripping off her hand.
Even as a child, Liz was never one taken to flights of histrionics. Not wishing to give herself any attention or embarrassment, she grabbed a nearby towel, wrapped it around her head, and climbed out of the pool. She scanned again for the guilty boys outside the fence, not seen since the blackout, noticed the fateful rock at the bottom of the pool, and made a hurried pace home; where mother was sure to tend to her wound.
*Post story note: Even given this powerful experience, Liz is not, nor has ever been a religious or even an especially spiritual person. Her attitude towards religion and new age belief borders on the cynical, and makes no personal claim for God, angels, or any specific cosmology. Yet, she unapologetically is personally assured of a spiritual afterlife and reincarnation. She was there, therefore she knows, so she claims. Although Liz is a very aware, balanced, and self adjusted person comparatively speaking, she has great trouble dealing with being amongst all the ignorance, pain, suffering, and evil in the world. And although Iâ€™ve asked her why she choose to come back, she has no answer; claiming she didnâ€™t know what she was thinking in making the choice, and hopes she doesnâ€™t have to return here after this life. Or so her present Earthbound consciousness desiresâ€¦