Write for your Right

Welcome, Old Soul. You’ve traveled a long way. 

Images rapidly cycle through your thoughts. Friends laughing in tandem. A crackling log in the fireplace. Warm hugs from family. Colorful leaves falling to the ground. Intertwined fingers. Crinkled corners of eyes…

You feel the hushed, gentle voice reverberate through your essence, and you realize the likeness of it to these fond memories. Every word, every whisper, seems to say in and of itself: You are safe. You are seen.

The space enveloping you on all sides scintillates between what can and cannot be perceived. It is dark yet something strangely comforting lurks in the shadows of this space, like an underwater creature in the depths of the sea, swimming effortlessly in and out of sight. This eternal abyss has an endless weight to it, but your soul has never felt lighter than it does in this moment.

You must be wondering why you’re here.

You don’t know what happened to your body. The line between where you start and where you end has been blurred. It’s as if you are connected to all the energy around you — a pulsating living conception of intelligent likeness. 

The past lives you led have taught you a lot. In time, you proved skilled in navigating the rocky waves of sorrow, letting these experiences give you perspective to what is truly important. Not one life is without strife. But there are many lives without hope, without joy, without love — and you found a way to cultivate it, both for yourself and the people around you. How special you are … Anyone can tap into the full matrix of their being and utilize it for the highest good, but so few ever do. It seems that a majority just need a guide to help tune them into their own power.

You can be that guide.

Something stirs deep within you as you start to feel charged with an abundant effervescence which replaces the weariness you feel with a steady current of pulsing, rejuvenated energy. 

The Universe is vast and limitless. There are many places an Old Soul like yours could go. It has already been to Earth, many times over. I sense that you are ready to move on. Earth is an onerous planet with many trials and tribulations. Harmony and collaboration may be difficult to achieve but it is possible. Right now, Earth is hurting. It is being maimed and mutilated from all sides in an unforgiving assault. I suspect it will soon be incapacitated as healing is long overdue. Yet it will not die. Earth is ready to purge and rid itself of what ails it in order to restore balance. Homeostasis is a tenet of the Universe. Something can stray from this state, but it will always long to return to it. Change must occur. Your character reflects that of someone with profound sagacity. You can succor efforts there to reverse this trend and be the change. Show them that there is another way.

Just as before, images emerge in quick succession, but this time they do not offer comfort. The sweat on an old man’s furrowed brow from the oppressive, unrelenting heat of the sun. Wilted leaves from parched plants. Fire licking at trees. Entire forests felled. Houses torn apart by the ocean. Wars over scarce resources. Sobbing children and their mothers. Starving species. Tears. Death and struggle abound…

These new snapshots present a harsh reality you thought you had left behind.

You are of your own design, Traveler. So what do you choose?

You know what you feel pulled to do — like a kismet calling you need to answer. Epoch-making energy thrums around you with an increased intensity in alignment with the sensation you suspect originates from Source.

Very well. You shall assume the form of which you’ve grown so familiar one last time, Traveler.

Slowly, you notice the safety of this dark cocoon change form, into something different — equally as protective and paternal, but different all the same. Time feels illusory and you aren’t sure how long it has been. Your senses tingle with a simultaneous heightened and muted sensitivity. Then, at once, it all slips away. Light rips through the seams of your trancelike world and briefly blinds your eyes to the newfound landscape in front of you.

You hear crying. Everything is chaotic and quick and bright and confusing. But beyond the noise, you hear that gentle voice reaching out to you, reminding you of your purpose — of your mission. The reason you are here.

Be the change. Show them that there is another way.