The Infant Soul's Grief

Whenever an infant is born into the world of form, it is expected to perform its very first karma or action. That is the action of crying or wailing. If it does not wail, the doctors, parents and friends present get worried; they think something is wrong with the baby. They do everything they possibly can, to make it cry.

That first seed of karma planted in the manifest world is actually a call for divine grace; a call for help. The soul realises immediately that where it has landed is no simple joke but a matter of constant striving and so, it supplicates for help, promptly. This is why it wails not knowing what else to do. It humbles itself so much that from then onwards, whatever it needs it can only wail for help until some day sometime when it would be able to fend for itself. The striving instinct never leaves its fresh mind and tender soul. However, the aspect of humility usually is dropped. Yet humility is the key to its final success and accomplishment.

It knows that it is here for a definite reason and purpose and it strives to keep that purpose in its keen view and focus. But, every day that passes brings new experiences from the sounds around it; from the voices of its parents and brothers or sisters and friends. Soon friends at school and neighboring villages add to that baggage. There is also, the new feelings, tastes from water, milk, sugars and sweets in juices, salted soups, and later solid foods etc. All the five senses or faculties of perception play their part in adding to its baggage. the baggage that will form part of its future stored karma.

Each new experience brings with it new registrations into its memory bank that was blank at the time of entry into earth life but for the divine spiritual training and preparations it had undergone in the inner invisible realms prior to its descent into the world of the womb, and, nine months later into the visible earth world.

Little does it recognise the slow but steady loss of its memory of the very purpose for having taken on a human birth. Nature offers it seven solid calander years within which to decide whether or not it will continue living in the house or home into which it has been born. This is its first seven year-cycle of life. It must make a vital decision to either live or quit and return before the Karmic Board where it must apply for a change in environment and destiny related to its acquaintances. If it quits, people call it untimely death. on its part, it is a relief. For, it only quit because it realized it was in the wrong enviornment.

It is ironical that most of the souls that come into earth-life have lost the biggest percentage of their spirit-memory regarding the very purpose of a human birth. By the time they are ten or as teen agers, nothing seems to remain in their spiritual memory bank regarding that vital purpose or main life's objective as a human soul. Everything has become clouded by earth's many unending expeirences. Corrupted by the environment, the etheric poison and the false desires, cravings and deeds of the people around it. Also, by its own weaknesses and failure to take charge of its mind.

At this stage there is too many different things to do; schooling, merry-go-rounds or rollercoster park enjoyments, picnics, television, you name it. Soon they begin taking notice of physical body changes in voice, pubic and armpit hair and breasts enlargement for girls and beards and moustaches soon coming for boys... there is an endless stream of new happenings occuring in their lives. The world is changing very fast for them. Examinations and graduation parties and soon they will be getting their university degrees. Then comes the job-searches and job-landings and friendiships growing deeper and before they even realize what they are doing, they are married and, fathers or mothers they now are! Babies crying on their couches just like they were twenty two years ago, themselves.

Ask them if they still remember anything they knew prior to their birth in their parents' home, I bet you none recalls anything! Their science teachers have taught them that they are just mere accidents of the natural half-hazard processes of which they had no control. They simply evolved from a single celled organism millions of years ago! "Do not listen to that Intelligent Design romanticism",they are told by their university professors. Back home and in some churches, mosques, synagogues or temples someone speaks to them of a "God Origin". "Do not listen to them professors telling you there is no such thing as God or creation", they are told at home or in the church. It is somehow confusing but more so, perplexing. Deep inside however, somewhere in the recesses of their still tender hearts, there is a constant whispering: "You were only born in this world but you have a Divine Origin where you must sooner or later return." Although obsure yet somehow it feels true.

Every human child has had this inner urge, this inner conversation with some invisible being; that unintelligible whispering that there is more to life than what meets the eye. But it is very hard to lay one's fingers on exactly what it is.

Earth's respected scientists like Charles Darwin are thought of as highly intelligent beings. Inventors like Albert Einstein are treated in absentia like demigods, but nothing is mentioned much about them as having been seekers or initiates of the Truth. Never and not at all. Yet when one looks at some of their quotations from their own words in life, one wonders if they did not know something much more than what is portrayed of them by the scientifc world. The fact is that these modern science giants were prisoners of the etheric web. They were evolved souls who got stuck in the muds of this earth. And, today, they are souls that need to be rescued from etheric prisons.

Towards the end of an earthly life, for every soul that has spent its lifespan asking some serious questions about life and life after death, there comes a time when grief sets in. The grief that most of its time has been wasted not spent. Wasted in empty pursuits- in the American dream; the pursuit of happiness, material happiness for that matter. A matter of a few years, 78 or 87 at most, or, best? That is the mortality rate. But, what about the immortality of the life-force- the soul or spirit, that dweller on the threshold who keeps re-embodying into life until one day he will accomplish the purpose of a human life.

That purpose is what is known as perfection, encapsulated in the words of Lord Jesus as "Be ye perfect as my Father in heaven is perfect". It is called the true goal and purpose of a human birth. In simple words it is known as "Divine union of the soul with its Supreme Origin" not after death but while one still dwells here in this world, serving one's family and nation and humanity, NOW!

The soul that grieves most is the soul that fails to accomplish that purpose. Only a contemporary Christ or Soul-Liberator can take way its grief by giving it the tools it needs to accomplish the purpose for whwich its is brn as human soul in this world over and over again. Once accomplished, it dwells in this world and in the hereafter as an immortal being, enjoying infinite freedom and no longer bound by karma. The infant soul that re-incaarnates grieves until it rediscovers the purpose of a human birth and works to become the Wamala or Kaggwa (The Accomplished One).