There are some things about my life I really don’t like. Circumstances that oblige me to have a great deal less of what I desire (and a proportionate amount of what I don’t want). The scale is perpetually dragged down on one side, and if it miraculously evens out, it only takes one feather of discord to weight the balance toward gloom once more.
In 2018, when I came across the Matthew books and messages, I was struck by his comments regarding the instantaneous renegotiation of soul contracts if a person was faced with imminent demise not originally in their contract. This was especially so when death would happen due to events orchestrated by team dark (pumped-up natural disasters, or false flag events that were never meant to slip through the cracks and eventuate).
As I recall, the gist of his message was that such individuals would gladly accept their revised soul contract with the inclusion of this irreversible, unwanted and unplanned change. Presumably the person would be delighted because they’d have a boatload of karma wiped out, and they’d appear to be better off than if they’d lived out their original longevity span.
Now I’m wondering if the more humdrum, ongoing personal disasters afflicting much of humanity are not equally as devastating as an un-agreed-upon demise. Enduring years of inescapable family or marital discord, financial hardship, woefully substandard living conditions, and unsolvable health issues seems, upon reflection, a hollow obeisance to “karma.”
It’s hard to fathom how undesired circumstances whose “lesson was learned” in the first year, but which stretch on for decades, are an uplifting fulfillment of one’s soul contract. I’ve come across more than one mention of the possibility that not only have humans been misled about religion, we’ve perhaps been a tiny bit hoodwinked regarding lofty spiritual notions as well.
Karma may not be exactly what we think it is. Isn’t it possible, then, that some of what we believe about soul contracts has also been slanted? Perhaps the definition of soul contract we’re familiar with is a distorted funhouse mirror version of universal truth. The components are there, but nothing like in their true form.
When faced with a complex Gordian knot of what-if and where’s-the-truth, my limited human weaponry is but a dull blade. So I reach for the sword of inner truth. What do I know for sure, in my heart of hearts?
That I am not alone and that higher guidance and assistance are always available for the asking.
So I ask, with a bit of exasperation and impatience, for help from above. I glance in the mirror where karma and soul contract are reflected back to me. Did that corner over there shift? Is there a brighter light over in that doorway?
I sheathe the sword of my truth, but keep it at my side, knowing there will be more conundrums and perplexities to cut through, probably before the day is over.