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Compassion
I am envisioning what it may be like for a soul to look back over its earthly lifetime. I sense that the atmosphere in which it does this must be one of compassion — for itself, as well as for others.
In retrospect, it may appear silly that we obsessed so much over little details that seem of no importance now. But compassion leads us to say, “That’s all right. It was important to me at the time, and it seemed vitally important to those who had an opposite point of view. We were all doing the best we could, given our self-imposed amnesia in the physical realm. It was all part of our learning experience, to see how confused it is possible to get when one lacks complete memory of all the facts.”
Each of us was following a script based on a certain limited body of knowledge. Every decision we made was reasonable, based on the facts we could remember. We could not be blamed for not remembering the rest of the story, because this was the scenario which we were sent there to play out. These were the characters we were meant to inhabit for that particular chapter.
It is very likely that we spent former lifetimes in opposition to this point of view. So it was important for us to understand how a soul could fall prey to it.
After all, if we ourselves felt this way at one time, how can we hold it against our brothers and sisters for having had the same experience?
Walking a mile in your brother’s moccasins is nothing, compared to walking a lifetime in his body and brain.
