Writing Prompt: Karma Chameleon

Reincarnation: do you believe in it?


I neither believe nor disbelieve. I don’t know and would never pretend to know. What I’m clear about are the many questions I have about the idea of reincarnation if it does exist. Based on the conclusions I’ve come to, I absolutely under no circumstances would want to come back to this planet until it has matured to a point of relative peace and true freedom.

The way things are at the moment, I would be terrified to reincarnate on Earth. If reincarnation is real and against my will, I’d like to reincarnate on a different world in an entirely different galaxy, FAR from this one, and have the opportunity to live in peace for a few thousand years (maybe a few million) to make up for this place. If it is by my will, I would not want to incarnate again in a body, especially a human body. Not until some spiritual maturity has occurred. Further, again if by my will, I’d like to have a different cosmic experience that does not entail me having to deal with cruelty and oppression.

Believers in reincarnation believe that we pick our incarnation. Well, if I picked this, I was a blithering idiot and I needed my spiritual head checked. I feel zero desire to come back over and over to attempt to help souls that clearly don’t seem to want help. How many times would I need to put myself through this abuse? Then, to put myself through the abuse and not even leave myself with memories of WHY I’m doing this to myself? I can’t. I don’t want to come back. No thanks. I’m good.

It was an interesting run here. I’ve learned a few things. But there is nothing for me to learn from violence, abuse, oppression and others forcing me to live their way of life. Some people are beautiful, many are ugly; there is nothing here I want to do for this planet unless I am given effective and powerful tools and my memory in tact so that I can advance things more quickly and KNOW that there is something I need to do and have the ability to gauge (measure) the progress. Right now, I don’t even know how many levels there are to this reincarnation idea and how long each level takes to achieve. 100 years? 1,000 years? A million years? How many times would I need to do this madness before I can get out of the insanity? The very thought of considering coming back to help fills me with anxiety. I don’t know…I really don’t.

As it stands, let some other souls attempt to raise the vibrations of these infantile souls who love war, prejudice, bias, murdering, stealing, lying, abusing, oppressing, to name a few horrific things I’ve seen humans do to each other, animals and the planet. I’ve had my fill and can’t imagine why I would ever want to come back here. The possibility could exist that there are more spiritually mature worlds to incarnate on; why can’t I go there if I have no choice but to reincarnate?

Absent that, leave me wherever I am when I’m gone. Oblivion is better that this craziness. I’d much rather reincarnation either doesn’t exist, or I have the CHOICE to incarnate someplace beautiful, peaceful and free for a very long time—like, for thousands of years.