You are not the body, which perishes. You are not the mind, which changes. You are the soul, the other name for God. Body is not you. Body has relatives, but soul has no relatives. There is only one soul, and that is God. —SSSB
Note: the following essay about Bobby written as having a conversation with Oliver, is written in the form of a dialogue with myself (the author) as a child, as my nickname is Bobby.
Many years ago I met a very young lad who shared with me a most profound experience. It was an incident that has had a very positive impact on my life; particularly with regard to my own personal philosophy and values, as they are today. When this incident took place, Bob, as he was known, had the wisdom of an old seer from the Himalayas, although he was a young lad. Bob was a sensitive and deep-thinking young man who always seemed to be mentally floating in some dimension other than ours. As some would say, he always seemed to be in dreamland.
On that special day, we were strolling together during one of those rare moments
when youngsters share their most precious, infinite thoughts. We walked through the gardens talking about life and nature and its exquisite beauty. Between the leaves of overhanging trees, the rays of the sun intermittently shone upon us as we moved along the path. Bobby said he wanted to share something confidential and private that he had already shared with his Mom, but was quite sure she did not believe or understand him.
He always felt comfortable sharing his thoughts with me because I was ever willing and open to discussing and exploring whatever questions or experiences may have activated his mind. This feeling of comfort he confirmed by saying I had always been open to sharing topics that other adults would have brushed aside with a fleeting glance.
Reassured of my faithful attention, he acknowledged that as far as he was concerned, I was the only adult he knew who would listen and possibly understand the confidences he wished to share, even though he knew it might be difficult for me to understand. He went on to say he loved his mom very much and recognized that she is his earthly mother or guardian. He said he knew she was placed here on earth as the channel through which his soul could pass for him to be guided to adulthood on this dimensional plane. But, he said, she never gave him birth, even though she had sworn to him that she had.
Obviously, by this time, I was amazed at Bob’s awareness and assessment of his environment and thoughts regarding his being. I felt like one of those Greek gods often referred to in mythology, sitting at the top of a mountain, intellectualizing on the flight of the soul through consciousness.
For a short moment I too tripped into a fantasy that I was on the verge of solving that eternal question—not so much on the origin of the self, but on the continuity of the soul. However, on returning, at least mentally, to our conversation in the garden, I asked him why he thought she was not his mother.
“Oliver, you still have not understood. She is not my mom. I have never died in order to have been given birth by anyone. How can a spirit ever die?”
“Bob, now I am getting more confused. What do you mean by that?” I asked...
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© 1996 by Oliver H. Jobson, CHy
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Expanding The Boundaries Of Self Beyond The Limit Of Traditional Thought Discovering The Magic Within This thought provoking book is
appealing to the religious, agnostic and atheist. Published June 2005.