Pink Elephants

I have been to the other side.  I have the ability to remember what it was like.  When I was about 4-5 years old I talked to my mother about it all the time.  She thought it was funny and had me describe this world I was so familiar with to her and her friends.  In my world, there were pink elephants in a beautiful, lush, garden full of flowers of all sizes and colors. It was a magical place where everyone was happy.  People didn't need to be courageous or struggle through anything - they could just be and exist in peace and harmony.  I also remember I was able to fly.  My mother and her friends thought I had a fertile imagination. I knew I was talking about my world to them, one that I longed for and missed.

I have never forgotten that world and I still long for it.  It is, after all, my home.  I have since said goodbye to a few people that were here and left all of a sudden and are now waiting for me there.  They help me while I am here but they really want me to be there.  So it is a bit of a tug and pull.  I have chosen again and again to stay here though admittedly a few times it's been without strong conviction.

I recently read an article about extending life.  As much as I have chosen to be here right now, I am also looking forward to my return home.  I know I don’t really belong here; I have a mission to fulfill which hopefully I will achieve.  I belong elsewhere.  I belong where there is only light and most buildings are made out of clear crystal, where love abounds, where understanding reigns and the word impossible is not part of the language.

My mission here is to be a teacher.  I say that with humility because it sounds arrogant to me.  Sometimes I am a teacher in the strangest of circumstances because many of my teaching experiences have demanded that I pay a high cost in earthly terms and some are filled with high drama that others cause.  Maybe it’s the drama that gives me the opportunity to drive the teachings home. I also learn some valuable things in the process.

I’m not sure I would come back one more time; I can also be a great teacher in spirit.  I could be talked into coming back if more kindred souls come with me and commit to being around me.   It could be another fun and exciting ride so I haven’t fully decided yet.

While I am here I will do my best.  What keeps me going is the love of the few kindred souls around me.  There may not be many but they fill my heart and soul and keep pumping life into my spirit in this earthly body.

For that, I am very grateful.  It doesn’t make life just bearable; it makes it an amazingly rich and worthwhile experience!