The Cycle Of Life

-Where do people go to when they die? –asked the little kid to her old grandmother sitting in a swinging chair.

The old lady stared at her grandchild with eyes of love as she swung with peace and smiled at the little kid.
-Well my little sweetheart, when people passes away it is said they cross the tunnel of life, remembering all the experiences they had in the life they just left behind. People often cry repenting of their errors, they also smile for the happy memories they are seen and then get sad too because those happy memories will be left behind in a life they will never touch again. While they see their memories, mistakes and achievements, they are getting prepared to coming back to this world.
-Coming back to this world? –the little kid unable to understand asked.
-Yes my love, after dying and seeing our memories and after getting prepared for coming back, we come back to this world but in a different life, therefore, a different body and a different mind, the only thing that will never change is the soul –the old lady pointed her grandchild’s heart.
-The soul? –asked the kid.
-Yes, the soul is the essence, yourself. When we are born, we are little beings with little bodies. Have you ever wondered why the bodies live? It is because there’s a soul inside; when we pass away our soul leaves the body, that’s the reason the body isn’t able to move anymore, the heart stops beating and people is no longer “alive”. The body is left behind, therefore, the life, but our soul keeps going, wandering through spaces we will never be able to know until our time comes.
-But you said souls cross the tunnel of life. How do you know they do?

His grandmother looked away toward the window, laying her eyes on the bright stars that looked like insignificant, little points on the sky. Her memories started to flow in her mind, just as the words escaped her mouth.

-Once I met a wise, old man who claimed to have lived eight lives before his actual life. He explained to me that bodies are containers for the soul to use in the actual period they are caught in. He told me “death” is the process when souls leave the containers called bodies, because they are too old or they have turned useless; when the body is no longer usable, the soul abandons it, waiting for a new container to start a new life. In the new life we may not remember old lives nor the things and people we saw there, our mind may change and our coming experiences too, but the essence remains the same, the soul will never change.
-so souls constantly wait for new containers?
-Yes, they do, but don’t forget that the container is just the method the essence moves and continues to be present in this world. What matters is the soul.
-And in new lives the memories of the old are left behind, right? That means that we don’t remember anything?
-Exactly. A new life is for us to experience different experiences and challenges, there is no space for old memories, there is only space to coming memories. But I can’t tell if we will never be able to remember past memories, maybe some do, maybe at a certain point, maybe we will never be able to remember them, I don’t truly know. I believe we won’t remember things because the new life is meant to be the opposite of the old, but in a good way.
For example, a person like you, who has suffered in this life, may experience hard and awful situations until they pass away, so after dying, they might come back but to live a better life, a life they deserve for the suffering they endured before.

The kid sat down and stared at the floor thinking about what his grandmother told him. Even if he tried his best, he wasn’t able to understand, not at all.
He had suffered a lot even if he was young. The skin of his body was purple in many areas for the bruises that ached. Did that mean that in his next life he will be happy and we will not suffer?
After some minutes of thinking, the boy stood up and tried to understand.

-Why do we come back to this world? – the boy frowned, unable to understand the wise words of his old grandmother.
His grandmother looked back at him and smiled in the kindest way she had ever smiled.
-You may not be able to understand now, someday, when you grow up you will see and understand, maybe more than what I was able to understand. I’m sure you will grow into a kind person who will be open minded; you will learn more than me and maybe you will teach curious kids like you the cycle of life, which we will never truly understand. For the moment is time for me to go, don’t be sad, you will surely learn a lot within the years you have left. I love you my child – the woman said, caressing the face of her grandchild- Maybe someday we will meet again, and even if we don’t know it at the moment it happens, I’m sure my soul will be happy for it.

The old woman, eyes closed and honest smile, died swinging in her chair, leaving the kid with tears in the eyes.
Years passed and passed and the kid aged with his soul crying tears for the doleful experiences he had to live until he also died. His life was so full of suffering and pain that the day his last hours came, he smiled for the next life his grandmother told him years ago. He cried tears of happiness; he was now going to live an opposite life, no more suffering, welcome happiness.

Unfortunately, the grandmother of the kid was not right at all. Indeed, this soul full of sorrow was going to come back to the world in a new body and a new life with the roles where opposite, but not for good, I’m afraid.

Since the soul had suffered in its past life, the opposite of suffering was causing suffering, and so, they soul came back to the world into the body of the son of the Devi itself, waiting to grow up into someone who would cause the worst suffering ever.

Welcome the soul and congratulate it for its new body, at least, it will never suffer again.