A great little Story: ‘The Egg’

http://www.galactanet.com/oneoff/theegg_mod.html

Author’s Note: I wrote this some time ago and posted it here. Later on, someone posted the entirety of the text to 4chan without my name, and then reddit posted an image of that page. Somewhere along the way the authorship got lost in the shuffle. So to be clear: Yes, I wrote this. No, it’s not a repost from somewhere else. This page is the original source.

The Egg

By: Andy Weir

You were on your way home when you died.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly 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… 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 this 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 all right?”

“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 some 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’s 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 remember them right now.”

I stopped walking 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 for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”

“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”

“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”

“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”

“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists 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 reincarnated 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’s 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’s 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’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.

“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.

“And you’re the millions he killed.”

“I’m Jesus?”

“And you’re everyone who followed him.”

You fell silent.

“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to 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 asked me. “Why do all this?”

“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”

“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”

“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough 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.

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Thank you, whoever you are, Andy Weir, for writing in this delightfully stunning way this account of what happens to us when we die – an account by the one who receives us then!…

And my thanks also to the young friend of mine who just sent me the link to that great little story, saying:

‘I also wanted to share something very beautiful that I found. I don´t know if it is true, but it is the best explanation for the universe that I have found till now.’

Well, I liked it myself so much too, that right away I have posted it here on my blog! I didn’t add any picture, to respect the way in which Andy Weir himself wanted his story to be posted (but in this part, my own comments, I may put pictures, let’s see!…).

Now, is it all truly like in this story?…

1/The great news is, basically YES!… I’ll have really to post here soon some extracts of Robert Monroe’s very real out-of-body adventures, to show how wonderfully true the basic meaning and purpose behind it all is, that ‘The Egg’ story is telling us.

2/About some ‘details’, luckily NO:

– we are not immediately sent back into another lifetime just like that, for example!!! Unless we really are eager to do it and insist on doing it in spite of all advice not to, for it is rareiy with positive results that such an immediate rebirth is done – exception being made for souls who died as young children and want to be reborn immediately to the same parents as their next child, who will not die at an early age. Usually, we do take a longer ‘vacation’ than that, in between lifetimes…!

– there is no ‘terrestrial evolution’ mentioned, but luckily it is there for carrying us forward anyway, accelerating the rate at which things change and we change… and even allowing us to participate consciously and add our own energy in this overall evolutive process;

– it’s not all just dry ‘educational purpose’ in this rather ‘no-nonsense’, and apparently somewhat imposed ‘Education Through Many Lifetimes’ Program for our souls. What is a bit lacking in this account of the whole thing is the element of FUN, and of ADVENTURE which are also there on the part of the Spirit in all of us, the numberless expressions of that One Existence. But there is certainly fun in the upbeat way the story itself is told, so let’s say it does indicate the sense of FUN in everything there is… It certainly de-dramatizes everything all right, that’s the least one can say!!! I’m laughing while writing this… Dear reader, please have a look at my own Category here on this blog, called ‘THE WAY OF FUN’.

Cheers, then!… And let’s carry on with our present lifetimes all the more cheerfully…

10 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. informationforager
    Jun 14, 2011 @ 13:06:11

    This is very good. I’ve pondered the thought in the past year about reincarnating into supposed prior lives. It makes sense that that could happen because we have to learn the lesson no matter time or space. All of this is so big to wrap our minds around. It takes years to really understand some of this stuff even though it’s all really simple. We are ONE. We have always been ONE. Thanks. I’ll be back.

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  2. Bhaga
    Jun 14, 2011 @ 13:47:24

    Amazingly good, isn’t it?!?
    Nice to see that you liked it too. It does help to better realize the Oneness Fact, doesn’t it!
    So much said in such a brief story, and so funny to read! I love it. I’m glad my blog will help make it more known… together with the name of its author! Whom I congratulate again, with a big happy smile!…

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  3. Random Ntrygg
    Jun 17, 2011 @ 06:46:04

    Not too long ago, I would have not finished the story and clicked away without commenting.

    now, this story seems strangely familiar, not that I’ve read this before, but that I’ve experienced it before

    and I hesitate to call it fiction

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    • Bhaga
      Jun 17, 2011 @ 10:30:41

      I too would not call it fiction.
      Beneath our rational mind and what it thinks it knows, our deeper consciousness recognizes the far memories it remembers from long forgotten experience.
      This is the beginning of true knowledge slowly re-emerging from the depths of our being..

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  4. Eternal*Voyageur
    Jul 11, 2011 @ 15:33:58

    It was from Joan Grant’s books that I learned that we spend quite a lot of time between death and the next life, and that is is often a conscious decision to go back to earth. So I totally agree with you that we dont get sent back immediately.

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  5. Bhaga
    Jul 11, 2011 @ 17:15:31

    Hello again, Eternal Voyageur!
    From reading your other comments, and particularly this one, I thought you must be some old man my age, to have known of Joan Grant; but now i have had a long look at your own blog and realized you are actually a young woman!… I am all the more surprised that a person so young has read Joan Grant’s books! How did you find out about them? Which ones did you read?
    Is this topic of other lifetimes one you have already studied one way or another?

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  6. informationforager
    Jul 12, 2011 @ 01:03:36

    I came back after reading some more comments. Currently now I am going to read Joan Grant’s books. Thanks for walking ahead of me and showing me more things. Peace be with you,

    Informationforager.

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  7. Eternal*Voyageur
    Jul 12, 2011 @ 09:56:46

    I think I always believed that we live many lifetime. But Joan Grant’s books are like a friend telling you what exactly happens, and what it is like. I think have read all of them, and I love to re-read them (her temperament makes for very interesting lifetime). I think the most interesting one is Speaking From The Heart, which was published after her death. I think it was my father who brought Winged Pharaoh home one day. I was a kid and very interested in ancient Egypt (I like to think i have a past lifetime there).

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    • Bhaga
      Jul 12, 2011 @ 15:44:51

      Thank you for those so interesting details, which show how some books read during childhood and youth, when they are books of real knowledge like Joan Grant’s, can help us remain aware of our eternal, larger existence and keep an inner link with it.
      Have you noticed already that among the ‘Categories’ I have listed in the right sidebar, there is one called ‘JOAN GRANT & FAR MEMORY’?
      There is already one short article there about her, that you might be interested in:
      https://labofevolution.wordpress.com/2011/05/04/lovely-lively-joan-grant
      If you feel like commenting there too, please do!

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