I was living on a soft cloud before I was born, enjoying the celestial music of the spheres. My existence was heavenly until a strange man, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and a dark cloak, floated in on a hot breeze. He bowed, tipped his hat, and introduced himself as Damien—Travel Agent of the Stars. Looking back, it was more likely that he was a travel agent from hell, but I was too foolish and naive to realize.
I was immediately impressed by his eloquent words and fascinating stories. At the end of his smooth sales pitch, Damien handed me a beautiful brochure. It was filled with images of wonderful places that I would be able to see if I signed his Life Travel Contract, agreeing to be born into human form. He showed me a detailed photo of the waiting room that I would be allowed to live inside until my birth. The room had a lovely bench covered by an archway, leading to a glorious path unknown.
In spite of Damien’s enthusiasm and the lovely photos, I must admit that I was a little worried. This was going to be a big change for me, and change is not always a good thing. So I asked him if I could take some time and read through his Life Travel Contract before I signed (it was over 1,000 pages long).
He laughed at me and said, “Oh, don’t worry. You don’t need to read all of this miscellaneous stuff now! Just sign it and you can find out what’s in it later. You’ll have plenty of time to read while you’re growing in the waiting room for 9 months. By the time you are born into the world, you will know everything you need to know. Trust me. Life on Earth will be awesome. Why would I lie to you? You’re going to love it! Traveling in human form is the only way to experience true happiness. Everybody is doing it! ”
God forgive me—I was such a gullible soul! I picked up his wicked pen, signed the contract, and immediately fell into the total darkness of the waiting room. It was nothing like the picture that Damien had showed me. There was no light, so I could not read through the contract as I had planned. In fact, all of the papers in my hand slowly dissolved into the fluid that I was floating in. I must admit that I did bump into some sort of dark archway made of bone several times, so at least he didn’t completely lie about that.
After 8 ½ months, I got extremely anxious and horribly claustrophobic. I began banging on the bone archway, demanding to be born prematurely. I got my wish but, because I was not in the right position, I was born into this material world backwards. Frantic voices were yelling, “It’s a breech! We’re going to have to push it back up and turn it around!” This was an exceedingly painful experience for everyone, especially for me and my new mom.
Many years have gone by since then, and now I know why Damien didn’t want to give me a chance to read the fine print. Among other things, he conveniently forgot to mention that all human life ends in death. Not many souls would agree to come here if they knew that in advance, so Damien lied. He knew true happiness could not be experienced in human form, because everything in this life is tinged with the shadow of death.
Now, even though I enjoy this life to some extent, I live every day knowing that I will eventually lose everything here that I love. That’s why, when I die and leave this world, no one is going to trick me into coming back. Not even the silver-tongued Damien, the nefarious travel agent of the stars!
Word to the wise:
Never sign anything that you haven’t been given time to read.