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The Egg
By: Andy Weir
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
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“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
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“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
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“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
$3“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.
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What a bummer. Don’t wanna reincarnate again after this life. It’s cruel also to forget all of it after living.
Same 😅
My husband passed away recently of congestive heart failure. Our relationship was tenuous, difficult and complicated at the very least. We both brought enough baggage into our marriage for two trips around the world. This story offered me hope that we might find forgivness for each other, and that the regret I feel for not being a better partner can also be a lesson. It helped me to remember that we, the universe, are all one.
Just one!
I have metastatic bone cancer and nearing the end, not fearful but curious about what happens when the soul leaves the body!
I want to share a strange but beautiful thing when my mother died and my sister called me at work to tell me mom’s gone! I said “ where she go to Rumford” she said no Cathy mom is gone! Then I got it as she had terminal cancer that had meta sized like what I am experiencing. I left work crying all the way to my parents home to find my 3 sisters and atheist brother law all sitting around my father and no one saying anything and I was the only one crying out of control ! I had the urge to hold my mother and pull the sheet off her face so I could be close to her cans like a sneaking child I ran over and pulled the sheet down crying uncontrollable and holding her close to me when my father gently came over pulling me off her and covering her, his voice was gentle and I could feel the hurt he felt for me as soon as he stood me up a phenomenon happened as I suddenly was calm but the room her body was in and the entire home took on this orange glow that was penetrating a warmth I never experienced before !! No one said a thing and minutes later I left not thinking about what I experienced, then about 1 year later my sister who’s husband is atheist and she is the only sister I close to brought up the night our mother died and how hysterical I was then she said “ you know Bill does not believe in god but after seeing the orange glow and feeling the comforting warmth that came with it, he is not sure what he believes!
I told her I can not believe you experienced what I did, but yes she did. .
It was the most beautiful experience and wonder if it was my mother’s spirit comforting her daughter or a angel.
Does anyone have thoughts on this or have experienced something similar to this?
This is just beautiful and awe-inspiring, Cathy, thank you so much for sharing. I can’t say what the orange glow was, but it was definitely special and significant. If I was in that situation, I would have interpreted it as your mother’s soul illuminating the room. There are so many mysteries we’re not aware of. Death is the greatest mystery and adventure of all. Sending so much love for a peaceful and joy-filled passing
I’ve worked with colours for a long time now, and the first thing comes to mind when I see orange with someone, is wisdom. My first response would be to explain the obvious, you have to mix red with yellow to make orange. I would explain what those individual colours mean to me, ( red is love yellow is upliftment ), you’ve already worked that out, Comforting Warmth you said.
My first question is, does this person need some words of wisdom, or, have they got wisdom to share ? Usually I would conjure an image of a beautiful orange sunrise, I’d then the same with an image of an orange sunset. I would take notice of which of those images I was most drawn to, to answer my question. You’ve told me it’s a sunset (death ), which tells me, you have wisdom to share.
Before you ask me what it is, who’s it for, I don’t know, it’s not my business, they gave you the colour, I’m jus an interpreter. So, now you know you have wise words to share, whether it’s for a specific individual or the world I can’t tell you.
I hope that offers a bit of insight, if you would like a bit more I would go so far as to suggest, that the experience you had is what I would call undeniable proof that spirit world exists. I got my own proof a long time ago, my experience comes in handy with the sceptics. You had a sceptic in the room with you, and it sounds a bit like spirit world managed to get a foot through Bill’s proverbial door. Definitely sounds like spirit world, two for one, a worker and a sceptic at the same time. I hope my explanation encourages you to go further, and expand on the unconscious messages you receive.
is 8:17 pm and i can tell you this story divided my life on two parts thanks
I got goosebumps all over my body and I surprisingly started crying. Not little hiccups but the raw loud kind of sobs that rack your whole body. It happened when I started to read the part about the soul being beautiful and gigantic. I haven’t stopped since.