Your Soul Knows

It may take many lifetimes for our minds to realize it, but our soul never forgets where we’ve come from. It never forgets the millions of miles we’ve put on our being. Some of us will believe in generational wealth and curses but will never believe in the divinity of The Creator. Somehow, people warp their brains into believing that there is no afterlife or that there is no other life happening simultaneously with the one they are in. I can assure you, there is more to this life than the physical.

A couple of weeks ago I took a trip to visit my aunt in the DMV area. The moment I crossed the Maryland state line, something inside of me released. I took a big exhale and somehow things started to seem familiar. Streets lined with acres and acres of green grass and livestock seemed like streets I had traversed in this life or another. And then, it hit me. My soul remembered. The ancestors that walk with me remembered. I am never too far from home because home is wherever my soul has traversed - be it in this lifetime or another.

Now, many christians struggle with the notion of reincarnation. And I think that humans have been socialized to believe that death is final, though we know our soul lives on once our body dies. Butterflies reincarnate. Daily, as we wake, we are to be reborn - with a new mind. That’s reincarnation. Jesus was reincarnated. I believe that Saul on the road to Demascus was reincarnated into the father of christianity - he became Paul. And as all souls return to God, it is obscene to think that God isn’t finding extra missions for some souls to complete. Upon the earth we know that angels walk amongst us, reincarnating from Angelic being to human. 

So why is it hard to believe that your soul remembers the way of your ancestors or a whole other life. In my recent trip, I realized that because I was walking upon land that my ancestors had lived, worked and died, I was in a blessed place. I knew that my ancestors were happy that I was amongst those that loved me so dearly. While talking to my cousin about future plans for our family, I looked out of the screen door to see a cardinal casually sitting in the bushes. It walked about a few branches for what seemed like ten minutes. Then, I knew, for sure, I was right where my soul needed to be. I had crossed the threshold of this life and another one. I had come in contact with people that had sat in the very spot I was sitting, there in my aunt’s home. 

My soul never forgot them. My body was being introduced to them. My heart was falling in love with the thought of them. Sweet reunion.