Wednesday, February 10, 2016

The Field

Herself speaks.

Today while using the elliptical machine, I watched episode five of season four of The X Files: "The Field Where I Died." Without too many spoilers, I'll summarize thusly: the episode relates to two people who have known one another in past lives. There is a particularly touching portion where there is recognition between the two:

Your eyes may have changed shade, but it cannot color the soul behind them. We have come together in this life, this time. Only to meet in passing.

It is so heartbreaking to wait.

I miss you.

It was well done, joyous and sad simultaneously. I was reminded of Paulo Coelho's book, Brida, a lovely and poignant read, which also speaks of reincarnation and of souls coming together:

‘And when people think of reincarnation, they always come up against a very difficult question: if, in the beginning, there were so few people on the face of earth, and now there are so may, where did all those new souls come from?’....

‘The answer is simple.... In certain incarnations, we divide into two. Our souls divide as do crystals and stars, cells and plants... [A]
s well as dividing into two, we also find ourselves. And that process of finding ourselves is called Love. 

‘In each life, we feel a mysterious obligation to find at least one of those Soulmates. The Greater Love that separated them feels pleased with the Love that brings them together again. You could tell your Soulmate by the light in their eyes, and since time began, that has been how people have recognised their true love....

'Above all though, we are responsible for reencountering, at least once in every incarnation, the Soulmate who is sure to cross our path. Even if it is only for a matter of moments, because those moments bring with them a love so intense that it justifies the rest of our days.’

 There is so much more - this is just a few pieces. 

It's lovely and heartbreaking, all in one, to contemplate such a brief conjoining of parts of a single soul; to have that single moment of recognition, that one flash of love -- and to have it color all of the days. 

 I think I shall read Brida again. 

Picture copyright 2014, 2016, Mediocria Firma. Used with gratitude.

No comments:

Post a Comment