Have you ever thought about you?
I mean the you that was you before you were you?
I'm talking about the you that was you
before the "ewe" [aka "yuck"] of parental procreation...
I have had this strange imagining lately.
In my imagination I see myself called to the throne room of Heaven.
In my imagination I am not Annette the adult or Annette the child or Annette the infant or even Annette the embryo.
No, in my imagination I am Annette--itty, bitty, pea-sized sunbeam of spirit, and I am standing in God's Holy Presence. (Or would I be levitating, floating, beaming...whatever)
He tells me He wants to send me to Earth. I am going on a journey. I will be born. I will live. I will die. He starts to fill me in on some of the details of this adventure...
....and I throw the biggest temper tandrum you could ever imagine. My retort to God goes something like this:
You have got to be nuts! I'm not going down there. Have you seen what they do to one another. I don't belong there. I want to stay here. You know if I go down there it won't go well. I'll make a wreck of things. You know I don't like people. People are messy. Please let me stay. Please let me stay. Please. Please. Pretty please?Yea, it goes down something like that. The me that was me before I was me was "all about me". Somethings never change.
And apparently I did not win the debate because as you can tell, here I am. A misfit, vagabond and ragamuffin just hanging out living life as best she can. Knowing that there is more. Yes. More. Thankfully. More.
“If I discover within myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world”