I remember as a child asking the question, “Why me? Why am I here, why in this family, why now?” I still ask those questions. I wonder if I was here before. I wonder if I had made an agreement—with myself, or some other entity—to fulfill a function while here on Earth. If I did, I wish I could remember what it was. I wonder if I am on the right path, or have I veered off due to the influence of my ego, or because I simply did not know any better. I believe I have been guided—at least on occasion—by my instinct, but I am sure there have also been times when I have been deaf to its nudgings. I want it to be said of me that I had a good life when it comes to the end of this earthly existence, but I am not sure that is enough to earn the next incarnation, whether here on this planet or elsewhere in the universe.
Recently a scientist has proposed that we humans have come here from elsewhere in the universe, and to support his hypothesis he gives three reasons: one, that we can be burnt by the sun, which suggests we were originally from further away from the sun or a sun; two, that we get lower back pain which suggests we come from a planet where gravity was not as strong; and three, because there are so many bugs, diseases and predators which suggests we come from a more supportive environment.
Various tribes and religious groupings believe they have indeed come here from elsewhere in the universe like the Pleiades or the Dog Star. There is a tribe in Africa that knew the exact location of the Dog Star before they had access to a telescope. But if this is all true and we do come from another planet elsewhere in the universe, why have we lost the technology or desire to return? If we arrived here in a spaceship or a flying saucer—where is that vehicle and why can’t we replicate it today?
There are so many unanswered questions about our origin and our earthly mission that I hope will be answered when we arrive home, if that is where we are going.