THE RELUCTANT VOLUNTEER

IT WAS GOING TO BE ANOTHER BITTER LONELY NIGHT. WHAT’S NEW. ONCE AGAIN I HAD BLOWN MY WHOLE PAYCHECK AND WAS OUT OF DRUGS AND ALCOHOL, BUT EVEN WORSE I HAD NO MORE MONEY AND WAS DOWN TO ONLY TWO MEASLEY CIGARETTES. PAR FOR THE COURSE AS THEY SAY. WHO EVER THE HELL “THEY ARE”. AT THIS POINT I WOULD USUALLY START IN ON MYSELF WITH THE “HOW COULD YOU” AND “WHAT A FUCKING ASSHOLE I WAS” BUT IN REALITY I WAS WAY PAST THAT POINT. THE MENTAL BEATING WOULD DO NO GOOD AND THE PROMISE OF HOW TOMORROW I WOULD DO THINGS DIFFERENT WAS AN EVEN GREATER WASTE OF TIME. SO I BIT MY LIP AND JUST TOOK IT. THERE WAS NO FIGHT LEFT IN ME. THERE WAS NO “GET BACK ON THE HORSE THAT THREW YOU”. I WAS TIRED OF IT ALL I WAS DONE. I QUIETLY STUMBLED TO A SPOT I KNEW NEAR THE RAILROAD TRACKS WHERE I CURLED UP IN A STOLEN CARPET AND TRIED TO SLEEP. SLEEP OF COURSE DIDN’T COME EASY AND THE DEMONS LOVED DANCING IN MY HEAD. BUT EVENTUALLY AND MERCIFULLY A DRUKEN HAZE OVERTOOK ME AND I FINALLY DOZED OFF.




MANY SOULS ARE “REINTRODUCED” EACH DAY INTO THIS WORLD OF OURS. LITTLE NEWBORNS ARE BORN INTO CERTAIN REALITIES ALL OVER THE WORLD IN A VARIETY OF DIFFERENT PLACES. THIS IS A WIDELY KNOWN FACT AND AN ACCEPTED TRUTH OF OUR SOCIETY TODAY. WHAT ISN’T KNOWN IS HOW THESE NEWBORNS GET THERE INNER SOULS AND LIFE BLUEPRINTS. FOR EACH DAY IN A PLACE AND TIME UNKNOWN TO ALL OF US WORLD CONSCIOUS HUMAN BEINGS, THERE IS A SOUL ASSIGNMENT ARENA. ACTUALLY THERE ARE SEVERAL OF THESE ARENAS, EACH WITH A DIFFERENT FORMAT AND TOPICAL LESSON. THE ARENAS RANGE IN TERMS OF SPIRITUAL DEVELOPMENT, FROM NOVICE TO ASCENDED MASTER. EACH ARENA HAS A VARIED DEGREE OF DIFFICULTY, DEPENDING ON WHAT YOU ARE TRYING TO ACCOMPLISH IN YOUR PARTICULIAR CHOSEN LIFETIME. FOR SOMETIMES IT IS GOING TO TAKE QUITE A FEW. BELIEVE ME “IT AIN’T EASY”.









I STOOD OUTSIDE AND PEERED AT THE SYNOPSIS ON THE DOOR OF THE ARENA I HAD CHOSEN. I WAS A LITTLE HESITANT AND SKEPTICAL ABOUT ACTUALLY GOING IN. BUT I KNEW THAT THE TIME HAD COME. THERE WAS NO LONGER ANY SIDESTEPPING OR POSTPONING “THE WORK”. IT WAS TIME TO QUIT SLACKING AND START TO TAKE THE HIGHER COURSES OF MY SPIRITUAL DEVELOPMENT. THE TIME OF THE EASY-- “STAY ASLEEP HUMAN BEING” AND COAST THROUGH LIFE, WERE OVER. IT WAS TIME TO MOVE ON. SHAKING MY HEAD I SLOWLY WALKED INTO THE ARENA.

THE AIR WAS THICK WITH EXCITEMENT. THE PLACE WAS PACKED AND CROWDED AND ALMOST EVERY SEAT HAD BEEN FILLED. SO JUST AS I SAT DOWN, THE MONITOR MADE IT TO THE PODIUM AND ANNOUNCED THAT WE WOULD BE STARTING THE SELECTION PROCESS IN A FEW MINUTES. THE CROWD NERVOUSLY CHEERED AND BEGAN TO APPLAUD.



THE WAY THE SELECTION PROCESS WORKED WAS THAT THE MONITOR WOULD GO THROUGH A LIST OF SCENARIO LIFETIMES. EACH LIFETIME WOULD RANGE IN DIFFICULTY AS TO WHAT THE SOUL WAS SUPPOSE TO LEARN IN THEIR SPAN ON EARTH DURING THEIR PARTICULIAR INCARNATION. SOMETIMES THE SOUL WOULD GET THE LESSON DURING THE FIRST LIFESPAN OTHER TIMES IT TOOK SEVERAL LIFESPANS AND IN SOME RARE CASES THE LESSONS WERE NEVER QUITE LEARNED. WHEN ONE CHOSE A LESSON, AS THE MONITOR CALLED IT OUT, THEY WOULD BE INSTANTLY TRANSPORTED INTO THE HUMANS NEWBORN BODY AS HIS SOUL. THEY WOULD FORGET OR BE “BLOCKED” FROM THEIR ASCENDED SOUL IDENTITY SO THAT THEY COULD WORK OUT THEIR LIFELESSON ON THE PHYSICAL PLANE HERE ON EARTH. FOR IT IS ONLY THROUGH THEIR STRUGGLES AND TRIBULATIONS THAT THEY WILL BE ABLE TO LEARN MORE SPIRITUAL TRUTH AND ASCEND SPIRITUALLY.


THE MONITOR BEGAN TO RUN THROUGH HIS LIST. THE MOOD IN THE ARENA WAS LIGHT AS HE STARTED WITH SOME NOT SO DIFFICULT SCENARIOS. EACH TIME HE CALLED OUT A LIFE LESSON SEVERAL HANDS WENT UP EACH FOLLOWED BY A WOOSH SOUND AS THE RESPECTIVE SOULS WOULD DISAPPEAR FROM THEIR SEATS AND BE TRANSPORTED TO THEIR LIFE LESSON BODIES. AS THE MONITOR PROGRESSED THE DIFFICULTY BEGAN TO PROGRESS. FEWER AND FEWER HANDS WENT UP. ON AND ON IT WENT. I SAT THERE AMAZED AT HOW IT WAS ALL PLAYING OUT. FINALLY AFTER SEVERAL HOURS THE MONITOR CLEARED HIS THROAT AND CALLED OUT “LIST# 817 / DEGREE OF DIFFICULTY 9 / DRUG ADDICT- ALCOHOLIC / LESSON:: TO BREAK THE HUMAN SLEEP AND HAVE A SPIRITUAL AWAKENING.
 

THE ARENA WENT DEADLY SILENT. NO HANDS WENT UP. PEOPLE BEGAN TO SQUIRM IN THEIR SEATS AND LOOK AROUND AT EACH OTHER. I WONDERED WHO WOULD BE THE STUPID SON OF A BITCH TO VOLUNTEER FOR THAT DAMN MINEFIELD. “ NO THANKS”. “ THAT’S A LITTLE TO MUCH SPIRITUAL GROWTH FOR ME BUDDY”. “NO WAY JOSE”. THE SILENCE WENT ON AND ON. I WAS SURE THE MONITOR WOULD PASS ONTO THE NEXT ITEM. NOBODY WAS GOING TO OPT FOR THIS LESSON.







THE SILENCE CONTINUED ON AND ON. FINALLY A SMALL RIPPLE OF APPLAUSE BEGAN TO REVERBERATE THROUGHOUT THE ARENA. AS IT GOT LOUDER AND LOUDER A CHOROUS OF CHEERS BEGAN TO JOIN IN. I BEGAN TO LOOK AROUND TO SEE WHAT WAS CAUSING ALL THE EXCITEMENT. EVERYONE STOOD UP AND CONTINUED TO APPLAUDE AS THEY ALL LOOKED TOWARD THE CENTER WHERE I WAS SITTING. I TOO STOOD AND SAW THAT ALL EYES WERE LOOKING IN MY DIRECTION. I LOOKED BEHIND ME, AS WELL, FOR I TOO WANTED TO SEE THE BRAVE BASTARD THAT HAD VOLUNTEERED FOR THIS INCREDIBLE LIFE LESSON. AS I BEGAN TO TURN I NOTICED THAT SOMEHOW IT WAS MY ARM IN THE AIR, WITH MY HAND RAISED HIGH. “WHAT THE … “ BEFORE I COULD OBJECT I HEARD A VERY LOUD AND FINAL WHOOOOOOOSSSHHHH.
SO IT BEGAN.



LOVE***LIGHT***PEACE

CHRISTOPHER P. GIRARD