Interview For Their Rebirth to Earth
You’re waiting in line, ready to choose who you will be in your next lifetime. Will you live a life without much strife, or will you choose to be a husband or a wife? Will you decide to be selfish and unkind, or will you seek to let your inner light shine? We do this over and over again until we all eventually get it right. So now, let’s peek in on the participants who came through just last night.
Oh, there is just one more thing that I want to say… This will be a different look than what it says in The Good Book! If you’re a believer, you must think, No way! But many people believe they are the writer and star in their own made-up life play. So let’s get going with what I have to talk about in my little rhyme today…
Eight people were interviewed before their rebirth to Earth. They were asked, “What kind of life would give you worth?” I’m just reporting what people declared—some may sound ordinary, and some may sound impaired. So, you get the chance to compare, and if by chance you’re ever faced with this choice, you’ll have some time… to prepare.
The first person said they wanted to be rich. Like really, really super rich!
“No more a life of strife where everything is a bitch. I want millions, billions, trillions, zillions. My motto is: ‘I’d rather be greedy than needy.’” “What are you going to do with all that money?”
A spectator waiting in line asked. “Lay in it, roll in it, breathe it in—just bask. I don’t see you having too much fun. Is there something I haven’t grasped?”
“That’s a stupid question that should never be asked. So, I don’t think you will ever have money, because you’re too dumb. And I predict that you will never have a large sum… and probably wind up being a bum.”
A spectator in line, who would also have to choose what would be a life of worth when he came back to Earth, began to ponder: If I think like this person, I’ll probably spend most of my life seeing a shrink. And with all that money, still feel… I have been hoodwinked. And I am starting to think… that having this much money just costs way too much.
Next in line… “How do you want to spend your next lifetime?” “I want fame. That’s the name of the game. Everybody knows me, recognizes me, worships the ground I walk on. I’m a celebrity—so beyond the normal human… I am the next step on the chain of evolution.”
A spectator waiting in line asked, “Doesn’t that sound quite futile?” “Yes, to a little brain like yours, that’s softer than apple strudel. Being so much more and beyond you, my fame would absolutely be way too brutal.” And the spectator thought: If I have fame, would I think the same? Because that thinking, to me, seems quite lame… And would definitely cause others to feel pain, which is always a losing game. So, I don’t think I want to get on… the Fame Train.
The interviewer called next and said, “What’s your pleasure?”
The person replied, “Being a woman of good looks is what I treasure. In high school, getting all the attention from the guys, the best dates, always being first-rate. Making all the ladies jealous of me because they can’t have the beauty I have—they can only see. I am so much prettier, and that’s not their destiny.”
A spectator waiting in line asked, “Don’t you think making your identity about being a beautiful body, as you grow older… could be a losing hobby?” She replied, “I don’t think you have the ability to relate. You probably always wind up second-rate… like Tonto was to Kemo Sabe. So just move on, bubby.”
And a spectator in line thought: Do I want to be so pretty? There doesn’t seem to be much room to be witty. I don’t think I would mind being so pretty, but I’d like to have another skill… maybe singing, just like Conway Twitty.
The interviewer called, “Next in line! And as you can tell, you don’t have a name yet, so we’re not going alphabetically. Tell me whatever you want—you can also be quite eccentric.”
“I simply want to be… the most athletic! The best at baseball, basketball, football, hockey, and fighting. There’s not a sport I don’t like, and no one can compete with me. As I win at everything, I tell them to just give up and flee.”
A spectator waiting in line asked, “Is it possible that someone, at some time, can win against you?” He replied, “Impossible! No. I keep them held down, less than me, like they will always be… in prison.”
And the spectator thought: I can see in that perfect athletic lifetime, errors will be brought forth, and unconsciously, losing will be actively sought. So that’s a ball I’d rather drop than always have caught… as I can see that lifetime can be heavily fraught.
“Next! Next! What do you want?” “I want to be the smartest of the smart. Einstein, Da Vinci, Tesla, Galileo, Newton, Franklin, Edison, Jefferson—compared to me, they will be dumber than dumb. My genius will always be number one.”
A spectator in line said, “You might be a savant and not know how to tie your shoes. Because when you’re that smart, you live in a world where you play by different rules. And the smartest could wind up being the biggest fool, as life can sometimes be crueler than cruel.” So, he decided to pass on that lifetime, because he could wind up… singing the blues.
“Okay, next… where do you stand?” “I want to be the best family man. Have the prettiest wife, the nicest house, a new car, a cute dog, a great job, and a dozen kids—doctors, lawyers, politicians, entertainers, CEOs… all pros.”
A spectator in line asked, “They’re all going to have strong views. What if they differ from you?” “I won’t let them. As their father, I’m in charge of the crew. And if they don’t toe my line, they’ll be drinking witches’ brew.”
The spectator thought: This is a lifetime I wouldn’t want to do.
The interviewer said, “Okay, next! Where are you at?” “I want life in a male body, but with nine lives, like a cat. I can eat snacks and do nothing but get fat. Have a lot of money or live in lack. Play Santa Claus and carry a sack. Be a criminal and attack people with a bat. Work in a store that sells hats. Be a politician who likes to chat. Be a squealer—let’s call it a rat—and get shot by a mafia man in the back. It’s living a life of this or that.” But for some reason, it seemed to fall flat. Because in the end… you just get whacked. So I don’t think I would really like that.
The interviewer said, “Okay, my friend, this is the end. You’re the last in line. You had a chance to review all the choices for rebirth. Now, what’s your choice, my dove?” “I am going to speak plain and simple. I want only one thing… GUIDANCE FROM ABOVE. That will help me to be loving and kind to all of mankind. Learn to forgive, have peace of mind, extend love, and let all my brothers and sisters shine. Living that life would be finer than fine. I want my kindness to give others strength, right to my very last breath.”
“So here I will close, as I end my rhyme, and hopefully, when I come back… this will be my next lifetime. And to me… that would be sublime. And may I say… the most heavenly divine!!”
Marvin Rolnick