It is part of a large theme this week. We were all born… and at the point when the soul pops into the tiny, frail, human body, the universal love comes with it. In Eat, Pray, Love, Elizabeth Gilbert outlines a spiritual practice of the people in Bali. They recognize the baby as God. The child does not touch the ground until it is six months old, because it is still sacred. At the half year, the baby has decided to be human, and that is celebrated as a sort of baptism into our world. And the feet hit the floor, literally and theoretically.
Soul entry is a big religious debate. Many in the US say it happens at conception. Religions tout varying beliefs. In my observations of Nyasha and Shante, Nyasha arrived present and aware. Shante didn’t exactly arrive at birth. She popped in and out for a week, and when she landed in her body for good, she was only half there for… about six months. There was a difference behind her eyes, and in her demeanor. There was a disconnection from the planet.
Nyasha was all in at birth, and furious. Her eyes were bright and focused. She wanted to be walking and talking and eating and being fully human from day one. The more skills and capabilities she amassed, the more the fury drained from her demeanor. She settled in. Did the peaceful acceptance of her body land at six months? Perhaps.
The undeniable disconnection from our Source happens. Children run care free and happy for a time. They can see things through the eyes of God. And then the awareness leaves most. It is a forgetting. A forgetting of unconditional love. And so we seek it.