In the Souls Waiting Room began with this blog, first published in January 2016. Here’s the blog in its entirety:
Imagine that you are sitting in the soul’s waiting room. This is the waiting room where your soul and all souls sit and wait with their little tickets until their number is called and you go off to become an Earth*ling in the Realm that we call Human.
Before that happens, though, there’s a list; a list of the souls purposes that are needed and available in the Earthly Realm right now. The list is designed to keep things in balance, although on occasion someone screws up and we end up with too many politicians or cicadas. This list is recited out loud by someone of extreme importance in the soul world –- the Keeper of Soul’s Purpose -- and the Keeper says, “Okay. Here’s what we have available. We have … working for children’s rights. Takers? Any takers? Who wants it” And everyone’s raising their hands, including you, because we all know how important children’s rights are. And someone gets picked by the Keeper, who then moves on down the list. “We’ve got a spot for hunger in the world; an advocate to end poverty; and help people grow their own food. Who wants poverty and hunger?” Everyone’s raising their hands – they can’t wait. They’re going ooh, ooh, pick me, please pick me. And the Keeper picks the person who is meant to do this work by a higher power than those of us raising our hands, or even the Keeper.
This goes on for quite some time: great purpose is offered - fighting corruption in government, building homes for the homeless, slowing climate change and more; there are even some, Colossal Purposes, or at least that’s what it’s called in the Souls Realm; those purposes that require incredibly courageous souls whose soul (sole) purpose is to activate Humanity itself through emotions of sadness, grief, anger and outrage. In the waiting room, all souls gather in reverence and silence when one of these souls is chosen to honor that courageous purpose.
At the same time, you’re anticipating that you’ll hear the thing that you’d like to return to the Realm to experience; your purpose. And you’ve got choice; you can always say no by not raising your hand; you can always wait … the caveat is that if you don’t raise your hand, you’ve got to wait until the next group gets called. And while you’re willing to wait, you’re also feeling a sense of urgency and excitement about being back in the Human Realm … because, like others, you’ve been there before and know just how beautiful it can be there in ways that the real world; the soul world can never be. Both are exquisitely beautiful, yet so different.
So, the Keeper of Souls’ Purpose keeps reading from the list and people are raising their hands and getting up and getting on line to the Realm. And then the very important Keeper of Souls Purpose says “Aright, there’s one last one on the list.”
You see the Keeper’s head shake for a moment, and then you hear a sigh. “Okay. Some backfill. There’s just beginning a big movement towards consciousness in the Realm. There’s a Sixth Mass Extinction that’s already begun. Hopefully, you’ve all read your email. Humanity’s on the brink. There’s a calling for everyone to become a Conscious Evolutionary if Humanity is going to survive. And here’s the thing: this has never been asked of Humanity before. So here’s the purpose description: a big yet gentle voice that’s going to stand for Conscious Evolutionaries everywhere; amplify the voices of the ones already on their paths and teach the ones that don’t know how yet to get on a Conscious Evolutionary path, find what awakens, inspires and activates them into a life purpose for the sake of something bigger than themselves. You may never be famous or rich and this will be something you cannot not do.”
Silence. As you look around the room, nobody’s raised their hand. And you’re sitting there and sitting there, thinking, “oh crap, somebody raise their hand. It can’t be me. It can’t be me. Please don’t make it be me. Ah, shit.” You know?
“Am I really going to say yes to this? I don’t know how, for Pete’s sake. I know I probably can do it and yet, I was hoping I could go there and be a bee keeper or gypsy moon dancer or a someone who paints seashells and rocks” … and suddenly, in that moment, torn between urgency, reluctance and excitement … your hand goes up … and the Keeper of Soul’s Purpose smiles and says, “You got it, Conscious Evolutionary; the Voice of Evolution.” As you stand up and get into the line to go to the Human Realm, you shrug and say quietly to the soul ahead of you, “Yeah, well … maybe a Reluctant Evolutionary.”
That soul leans in and asks, “Why, what were you hoping for?”
“I don’t know.” You say, “Maybe a bee keeper, or a seashell gatherer or a gypsy moon dancer.”
“What’s that?” the other soul asks. “What’s a gypsy moon dancer?”
“I don’t know.” You say. ”I was going to invent it.”
“Well, maybe you could invent this one, too.” The other soul suggests as the line begins to move.”
DEAR DARKENING GROUND10/11/2010
From the original, written in 2010:
Woke up early, took the dogs, a cup of Earl Grey and my Rilke Book of Hours to the backyard and still peaceful morning. I opened the book and read, "there will be a book that includes these pages and she who take it in her hand will sit staring at it a long time, until she feels that she is being held and you are writing."
This is the end of poem whose German name escapes me. It goes like this:
"Dear darkening ground,
you've endured so patiently the walls we've built perhaps you'll give the cities one more hour
and grant the churches and cloisters two.
And those that labor - maybe you'll let their work grip them another five hours, or seven,
before you become forest again, and water, and widening wilderness
in that hour of inconceivable terror
when you take back your name from all things.
Just give me a little more time!
I want to love the things
as no one has thought to love them,
until they're real and ripe and worthy of you.
I want only seven days, seven
on which no one has ever written himself -
seven pages of solitude.
there will be a book that includes these pages,
and she who take it in her hands
will sit staring at it a long time,
until she feels that she is being held
and you are writing."
With early morning tears , I connected with my deep love of the world from a place that includes the rough bark of an ancient tree to a hawk that sits atop a light pole as its ancestors once sat atop a craggy promontory to the mysteries of the ocean deep.
As I look for my greater purpose, I think it has always been there: to love the Earth enough to save her beyond all reason; as I love those who are close to me; as I choose to be loved.