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.Order now
Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”“More or less,” I said.“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.”“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”You followed al.
.d.“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.”“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.