The Egg by Andy Weir

This was sent to me by someone who has ordered a custom egg.  I love it and thought I would share it.  I hope you enjoy it as well.

You were on your way home when you died.  It was a car accident.  Nothing particlarly 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 .......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,  just you and me.  "What is this place?" You asked.  "Is it 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 alright?"
"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 som 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 is 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 along as we strode through the void.
"Where are we going?"
"Nowhere in particular,"  I said.  ""It's just nice to walk while we talk."
"So what's the point then?" you asked.  "When I get reborn, I'll just be a blank slate, right? A baby.  So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won't matter."

"Not so!"  I said.  "You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives.  You just don't rmember them right now."

I stopped talking and took you by the shoulders,  "Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful and gigantic than you can possibly imagine.  A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are.  It's like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it's hot or cold.  You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you've gained all the experiences it had."

"You've been in a human vessel for the last 48 years, so you haven't stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consiousness.  If we hung out here for long enough, you'd start remembering everything.  But there is no point to doing that between each life."

"How many times have I been reincarnated then?"
"Oh lots, lots and lots.  And into lots of different lives"  I said.  "This time around, you'll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 A.D."
"Wait, What?"  You stammered.  "You're sending me back in time?"
"Well, I guess technically.  Time, as you know it, exists only in your universe.  Things are different where I come from."
"Where you come from?" You said.
"Oh sure,"  I explained.  "I come from somewhere.  Somewhere else and there are others like me.  I know you'll want to know what it's like there, but honestly you wouldn't understand."
"Oh" you said, a little let down.  "But wait, If I get incarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point."

"Sure, happens all the time,  and with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don't even know it's happening."
"So what is the point of it all?"
"Seriously?"  I asked.  "Seriously?  You're asking me for the meaning of life?  Isn't that a little stereotypical?"
"Well it's a reasonable question,"  you persisted.

I looked you in the eye, "The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature."
"You mean mankind?  You want us to mature?"
"No, just you.  I made this whole universe for you.  With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect."
"Just me?  What about everyone else?"
"There is no one else,"  I said.  "In this universe there is just you and me."

You stared blankly at me.  "But all the people on earth....."
"All you.  Different incarnations of you."
"Wait.  I'm everyone!?"
"Now you're getting it."  I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
"I'm every human being who ever lived?"
"Or who will ever live, yes."
"I'm Abraham Lincoln?"
"And you are John Wilkes Booth too." I added.
"I'm Hitler?"  You aid, appalled.
"And you are the millions he killed."
"I'm Jesus?"
"And you are everyone who followed him."

You fell silent.

"Everytime you victimized someone," I said, 'you were victimizing 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 adsked me.  "Why do all this?"
"Because someday, you will become like me.  Because that's what you are.  You are one of my kind.  You are my child."
"Whoa," you said, incredulous.  "You mean I'm a god?"
"No, Not yet.  You are a fetus.  You are still growing.  Once you've lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enought 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.

Nested Eggs

Check these out.  These are the nests that I make for some of the smaller eggs.  Sometimes for the bigger ones too, however the smaller ones really look sweet all tucked into a natural setting.   Hope you like them!

Eggs-The Seeds of Life

Easter is coming and the signs of Spring are all around us.  So I thought I would share some history on eggs and Easter.  

World wide there are creation myths of the whole universe being created from an egg.  Most all ancient cultures held the egg as an emblem of life.  Eggs have been viewed as symbols of new life and fertility through out the ages.  Eggs are the seeds of all life, vessels of creation.

Latin Proverb:  "Omne vivum ex ovo"  "All life comes from the egg"

As a Pagan symbol the egg was considered a salute to Spring or the rebirth of Earth.  The word Easter possibly comes from the Goddess Eastre - The Anglo-Saxon Goddess of Spring who was celebrated every vernal equinox.

The egg was adopted by the early Christians as the "Seed of Life" symbolic of the resurrection of Jesus Christ.  It represents the grave and life renewed by breaking out of it.

They have been painted dyed, carved and immortalized in gold and gemstones.  We are instinctivly drawn to the shape and feel of eggs and many of us know the feeling of what it is to "hatch" ourselves into something new.  Are we not also vessels of creation?  What is inside us waiting to break free?

I love Spring and all the sacred traditions of this time of year.  May we all, with each breath, hold in our
Vessel of Creation Love and Compassion for each other, our Mother Earth and ourselves.  Holding that breath in sacred space until it is ready and then releasing it into the All.  With this breath in this now present moment, and with every breath,  may we give birth to our authentic selves and honor all Life.  Breaking through the shell, as individuals and collectively to give birth to the beauty within.

Love to all.  Enjoy the Spring.
Margaret Crystal Heart