Some NEVER adjust to life. They remember glimpses of before, and just can't make the transformation. They remember the unity, the honesty, the love, the instant manifestation, the BEING there. And then they are thought a tad off when they get older, and they have the tendency to stick with what was beat out of 'em as they go into shock and never quite recover, as they long more and more for where they came from.
Sometimes they try to come back before their self-imposed term, task or lesson is up. They have to be stopped an persuaded to go back and do otherwise. Sometimes it can be done, sometimes not. Sometimes they remember too much, and they will do what they have to do; but in abject misery. Especially when they remember The Way, which their 'rescuer' or attempted 'rescuer' shows them. A glimpse of the ultimate, unconditional, spiritual love in a mind-share; sans any physical show other than perhaps an embrace.
The ultimate high? The ultimate quest, to know that again. To be in that state, perpetually? So addictive, but it can't be done but in very rare moments with those not here, or they might not survive the week. But the knowing that it is there. . .one day. . .after the pain stops. . .
Is this knowledge a blessing, or a curse? Would it be better to not bother with places you don't live, and the inhabitants of those places?
I think so, on occasion. One day soon, it shall be so.
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