How a space traveler finds where children and their wisdom come from
Our hero’s space capsule drifts through the emptiness of a time-differential wormhole, but for him, it’s excitement. Magical experiences abound, and here, he describes one of them.
The Book of Life Story
The feeling of a strange presence wakes me; sure enough, an ethereal being is standing at the foot of my virtual cot.
I ask, “Who are you?”
“I am a Messenger.”
Covered in a white gown glowing from within, the visitor offers another like that to me. “Put it on. I have something to show you.”
Children and flowers are coloring an endless plane of grassy fields—children running and playing, sitting and chatting, or resting on mossy meadows. The whole landscape is brightly lit, yet there is no sun; the sky is the light.
Amazed, I ask, “Where are we?”
“This is the Book of Life.”
“I thought that was a scroll.”
“No, not a dead scroll,” corrects the Messenger. “The Book of Life lives in the moment. Every child that will ever be born is in the spirit here. The spirit child is aware of its natural child’s conception, and as the embryo grows, it talks to it, comforting it and explaining things to it, and at the right time leaves here to join it.”
The gravity is low, and we make great strides effortlessly. Strolling through a field, we come under a group of trees with children sitting high on the flowering branches.
“How do they get up there?” I wonder.
“They fly. If you ever dream about flying, that’s where those sensations come from.”
“Well, I used to soar like an eagle, but now I vault like a grasshopper.”
Two little girls slide off their branch and, landing gently next to me, slip their hands into mine. Startled, I look at them, and they smile back familiarly as if we always walk like this.
Suddenly, at a distance appears a vibrant pillar of light spinning off rainbows. All children run, even fly toward it, including the little girls, who let go of my hand and are gone.
I ask what that light is.
“An image of God for you,” says the Messenger. “You visualize Him as the source of light, power, and life, and that’s what you see.”
“What do the children see?”
“Their mothers, who to them reveal God’s goodness and love,” explains the Messenger.
“But what if an embryo ultimately doesn’t make it?”
“Its spirit child remains here, still loving that mother and running into her embrace every time,” the Messenger wraps up.”
Back in the capsule in an eye blink, my final question is about the two little girls who walked with us.
“They are your daughters, traveler…” Messenger’s voice fades as he dissolves in a vortex.
Who knows what to make of all this.
But the thought of little twins in my life warms my heart and puts a smile on my face.
A chapter from THE TWIN, Karel Jan Kosman 2020.
Save the children; they’ll save the planet!