Late this evening I was mulling over some family issues with my foundation of love and mother of our children.
We discussed for a while and put those turbulent relatives to rest then found ourselves on soul contracts again.
Spontaneously we found ourselves in a comedy sketch about the moments we both chose this life. The story became so funny in our mirthless, sardonic style.
So we sat in the soul contract office choosing what life to experience next. We threw in all the obvious elements that a veteran conscious agent would go for. Dysfunctional childhood families to grow up in. Alcoholic mother. A huge deceit here. Dark secrets revealed too late. Betrayals and confrontations. The whole show.
I mean, after who remembers how many easy life times you have to spice it up a little to achieve any real growth. Standard stuff.
But here comes the masochistic part. We imagined us egging each other on.
"Alcoholic mother? Again? Pffft, done that loads already too easy."
"Oh yeah, but I bet you never choose the option for her to walk out on the family right at the most critical moment. And...and..
..she will be physically abusive this time"
"Hah, come on, I did that on life 17. Too easy"
"Whatever, what's so hard about your plan then?"
"Oh, I'm going for biological father walking out but my mother lying to me for the first 16 years, I'll believe the man who raises me is my real father until it all comes out just before I reach adulthood"
"Not that bad"
"Yeah you'd think, but I've also picked my real biological father to live two streets away the whole time and to finally approach me through a social.media message out of the blue"
"Not that bad...pretty weak actually"
"Oh yeah...well....well...I'm also going for chronic arthritis from late teens. How's that?
"Arthritis...hmm..where."
"My hand. No...BOTH hands"
"Shit, really?"
"Yup, I'm pushing the button for that now."
"Well, uh, well I'm going for a neck injury. I'll be in chronic pain pretty much every day of my adult life until I die."
"Easy"
"Sure, piece of cake"
"Right, press confirm then"
"You press confirm"
"I'll do it right after I see you commit"
"Fine...on three. One. Two. Ooh man here we go....THREE!"
"See you in 32 years! Loooooooove you!"
We discussed for a while and put those turbulent relatives to rest then found ourselves on soul contracts again.
Spontaneously we found ourselves in a comedy sketch about the moments we both chose this life. The story became so funny in our mirthless, sardonic style.
So we sat in the soul contract office choosing what life to experience next. We threw in all the obvious elements that a veteran conscious agent would go for. Dysfunctional childhood families to grow up in. Alcoholic mother. A huge deceit here. Dark secrets revealed too late. Betrayals and confrontations. The whole show.
I mean, after who remembers how many easy life times you have to spice it up a little to achieve any real growth. Standard stuff.
But here comes the masochistic part. We imagined us egging each other on.
"Alcoholic mother? Again? Pffft, done that loads already too easy."
"Oh yeah, but I bet you never choose the option for her to walk out on the family right at the most critical moment. And...and..
..she will be physically abusive this time"
"Hah, come on, I did that on life 17. Too easy"
"Whatever, what's so hard about your plan then?"
"Oh, I'm going for biological father walking out but my mother lying to me for the first 16 years, I'll believe the man who raises me is my real father until it all comes out just before I reach adulthood"
"Not that bad"
"Yeah you'd think, but I've also picked my real biological father to live two streets away the whole time and to finally approach me through a social.media message out of the blue"
"Not that bad...pretty weak actually"
"Oh yeah...well....well...I'm also going for chronic arthritis from late teens. How's that?
"Arthritis...hmm..where."
"My hand. No...BOTH hands"
"Shit, really?"
"Yup, I'm pushing the button for that now."
"Well, uh, well I'm going for a neck injury. I'll be in chronic pain pretty much every day of my adult life until I die."
"Easy"
"Sure, piece of cake"
"Right, press confirm then"
"You press confirm"
"I'll do it right after I see you commit"
"Fine...on three. One. Two. Ooh man here we go....THREE!"
"See you in 32 years! Loooooooove you!"
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