Promises of Ganesha
I remember the day Hope died.
She was twenty years old, going to college, had a decent job, a man who loved her, and friends and family who supported her. So why is she the only one of me who ended her own life? I’ve been repressed, enslaved, conquered…I know the depths of human desperation and faced it time and again. Sometimes with dignity, sometimes with less, but never before had I given up so completely.
It appears I will remain in the Between until I get the answer. Each time I begin the cycle of incarnation, I am blocked and one of the Metaphors, those wise spirits who ascend to a Symbolic Incarnation, looks at me with perfect love in his fathomless eyes before telling me I have to, “find the path”.
I have reviewed my lives countless times. Talked to other souls, new and old. Talked to the Metaphors…and found nothing.
But I cannot even be angry, it does not exist in the Between. So I will continue to search for the lesson to be learned from the day Hope died.