By Sean C. Wright-Neeley
Spirit 47 sighed, “All right. I’ve narrowed it down to three.”
One couple had one child already. Their marriage was failing, and the mother felt another child would narrow the gulf that had appeared between her and her husband in the last year. He was a dentist, and provided a good living for her and their daughter. Their beautiful home was frigid and full of eggshells on the shiny, granite floors. Their older, well-groomed daughter released stress in a horrific way: cutting herself. Spirit 47 would never have to worry about money here, but her mother would become an alcoholic, and she would develop an eating disorder as a teen. Later on, she’d repeat the scenario of jewels caressing her body, instead of her husband’s hands; a marriage for show. Her sister would disown her and the rest of the family, and go off the grid. The bottle would become her solace, too. She would be a selfless woman with her riches though. The poor, little rich girl cared about the poor.
Another couple was older, and had been trying to get pregnant for years. The woman wouldn’t hit menopause for another five or six years, but the race was on. They were a middle-class couple in a small house with two dogs as their only “children” for now. Whoever went there would have loads of love, but a modest living. The other children would mock their child for not having the latest and greatest clothes and toys. There was also a learning disability thrown in the mix. No girl would go with him to prom. The young man would draw on his experiences, and grow up to successfully counsel troubled youth.
Spirit 47 would be a twin in the third family. The mother and father would be overjoyed when they found out that they were coming. The joy would not last though. The father would die of cancer when the twin boys were seven-years-old. The mother would eventually marry another man who abused them. One twin would overcome his abusive household and become a famous entertainer. The other twin would die of a drug overdose at twenty-two. Of course, Spirit 47 could not choose which twin he could be.
After a few agonizing moments, Spirit 47 spoke again. “They all have pros and cons, but the second profile seems most attractive to me. They seem like such nice people who deserve a child.”
“They are,” He said, “and they will protect you from obstacles in the passages. So will I. I already wrote this story, and will make sure nothing stands in the way of your purpose.”
“All right then. Let’s do this.”
He smiled His benevolent smile, and spoke softly, as He briefed 47 on what to expect. “You won’t remember anything of this place, once you leave. There will be tears, but there will be triumphs, too. It’s beautiful, but can be ugly. The Passage is a place to learn and meet others. The humans call it ‘life.’ As, I said before, once you’ve learned and experienced all there is for you, you will return. I can’t tell you when that will be. It’s only for me to know. Go in peace, Spirit 47, and good luck.”
Spirit 47 dissolved into a mist, and was gone.
Jared and Sherry MacNeely were overjoyed to find that they would become parents at forty-eight years of age. Nine months passed slowly and quickly at once. Her water broke the early morning of March thirty-first. An Aries. In the delivery room, Jared held Sherry’s hand, as the doctor pulled out Spirit 47, now cloaked in a baby boy’s form. He screamed his way into the world, slippery with Sherry’s blood, and the doctor laid him on Sherry’s chest. “Hey, little guy,” Jared said, softly. His father placed his index finger in the newborn’s tiny, wet palm. The baby grabbed ahold of it, tightly, and smiled an angelic, toothless smile, at hearing his father’s voice. The MacNeelys then chuckled and wept with exhausted joy.
I believe our journeys are cycles. We are spirits, cloaked in human flesh for about 70 or 80 years (if you’re lucky), and return to that spiritual home at the end of that voyage. This is my best attempt to paint a picture, as we are, before we’re born.
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I’m pleased to announce the release of my 8th book, Skoll’s Diary.
Africans and African Americans left Earth in 1900, and went to another planet in The Milky Way to escape mistreatment…
It’s now the year 3005 on that terraformed planet. We get a peek into the life of a bright and sensitive teenaged boy, Skoll, through his journal. He loves his world, but is curious about life on Earth. Then suddenly, an epic event casts him in the middle of a difficult decision. The fate of the planet’s community is in his hands.
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