We Were in Many Places
Burnaby, British Columbia
Squirrels. There’s hardly a time in the year when you won’t find them scurrying about. And now, with the fall clearly in its full blown manifestation, they are preparing for the coming cold. They are going nuts – gathering them. But by the creek near our ashram in Burnaby there appears little sing of life unless you consider the greenest of algae to be that. The occasional bubble surfacing indicates the sign of life below. “Have heart,” I think. I was probably submerged in that same murkiness sometime in the past, perhaps in the same creek, under the same algae. I was in another form of life before and I could have easily been there causing bubbles.
I had walking companion Pancha by tree and shrub nurseries as we admired the diversity of them. Here too, I can so perceptively see myself as a bush of sorts in the past. There I could have been rendering service by dint of my natural aesthetics giving beauty to someone’s classy front lawn.
We also noticed a mushroom, golden in colour. Likely I was that in a previous existence. From a mushroom to a squirrel, I’ve been there, done that. Each successive life that we adorn the soul with according to the evolutionary system is slightly more evolved in sensitivity and sophistication than the previous life.
By the laws of karma we travel through a series of lives. Then as a human we reach reason and enter the realm of responsibility. If we foul up after great opportunities in the human form we come to the ebbtide of our journey going in reverse through experiential lives. Fortunately opportunities for gaining human existence will avail themselves. Eventually we hope to end samsara, the cycle of birth and death and make a linear ascension to a place of the soul’s freedom, moksa.
When trekking and seeing various life forms it’s hard to avoid the connection we have with each others as we share the same habits of eating, sleeping, playing, defending and mating.
May the Source be with you!