Soul—an Eternal Spark of God
By Thomas, Spain
Throughout my life, I’ve always managed to find work that is fulfilling. I’ve been an author, artist, and poet, and I have spoken at many cultural institutions on a variety of academic topics.
These jobs give me a lot of freedom, satisfaction, and contentment. But although I am able to support myself, my work hasn’t brought me a lot of financial success. Occasionally, I’ve still had to take a job that was less inspiring to me so I could make ends meet.
When these times came, I found myself facing a nagging fear: What if I lost the good fortune of earning my living in a creative way and was no longer able to do the things I loved to do? I was afraid of losing my freedom, afraid that life would become nothing but drudgery and routine work.
This fear haunted me. I couldn’t get rid of it, no matter how hard I tried. Often, I asked the Mahanta to help me understand where this fear came from. But I didn’t get any insights, and nothing seemed to change.
Then one day the answer came when I least expected it.
I was sitting on a bench in a beautiful park filled with flowers and statues. The sun shone brightly as my wife and I watched our daughter happily playing. I was relaxed and enjoying the day.
I happened to look down at my feet and noticed a small, strangely shaped, little stone. I picked it up to study it more closely. Immediately I knew it was a sharp-edged tool from prehistoric times, used to cut meat.
I was surprised. There was no reason for this ancient tool to be in the park. I wondered how it got there. More importantly, I wondered how I had recognized it as an ancient tool. That period of history was not my area of expertise, and I hadn’t seen a tool like it before. But I just knew.
I took the little stone home with me.
Later that day, I did my daily spiritual exercise. A spiritual exercise is a technique to help expand one’s awareness as Soul, an eternal spark of God’s love.
Moments after I began my contemplation, I suddenly found myself in a scene from the Stone Age. I was experiencing a past-life memory from thousands of years ago.
I am a hunter. I’m sitting with other hunters, cutting the meat from our kill.
The men around me are using big, sharp-edged stones to tear the meat from the bones. I use a smaller tool so I can cut the meat in a very careful, precise way. It looks just like the small knife I’d found in the park.
My technique of cutting is creative and refined. I enjoy doing it. But my method is very different than that of the others.
Suddenly one of the men becomes angry with me. He thinks I’m working too slowly and wants me to cut the meat in the same way as everyone else.
I become furious. I scream at the man, and we begin to fight. As my rage engulfs me, I beat him, kick at the meat, and throw my sharp-edged cutting stone into the brush. Then I run off, leaving the man for dead. I am now an outcast, left to fend for myself.
As I came out of contemplation, I realized this past life was at the root of my fear. In that ancient life, my desire to do things my own way led to a terrible outcome. Today, I was still afraid that I’d lose the freedom to live my life in a creative way and on my own terms.
For thousands of years, I’d carried this fear with me. Now that I understood where it came from, I could finally begin to let it go.
My eyes filled with tears. The Mahanta, the Inner Master, had finally given me the answer I had sought for so long.
This past-life memory also brought me the reassurance that I am Soul, a divine spark of God. I learned that while all choices have consequences, Soul never dies. I am an eternal being, free to choose how I want to live my life. It just took me thousands of years to understand.