The Soul & The Brain (part 3)

PART  3

Brain:

I have another question.

Soul:

Yes.

Brain:

Since we are doing all this talking of healing; why don’t Souls with child bodies heal themselves? The child’s brain can’t possibly have corrosive thoughts inside that cause illness.

Soul:

You would be surprised. Everything that happens in the child’s environment since the day of birth is entering the brain. Remember, brains are extraordinary data collectors.

Brain:

Well, geez. We’re a little more than that, wouldn’t you say?

Soul:

You certainly go on as if you are brilliant sometimes.

Brain:

What do you mean, as if?

Soul:

The brain carries the intelligence that is placed inside of it, and can therefore emulate being intelligent. But that is just emulation, because intelligence comes from the Soul. You are a replica of intelligence; not the original source of it.

Brain:

You don’t say; I think we’re drifting from the question. You were saying how a child’s brain has corrosive thoughts. 

Soul:

Yes – but not because the brain intended it. By a certain age, however, children are quite aware of their surroundings. Television, the stress of parents, peers at schools or daycares, or even just a fast food, or processed food diet can make the brain, and the body corrosive, so to speak. The physical self becomes exactly what it takes in – be it food or intellectual content.

Brain:

Wow. Are you serious? Still, why won’t the Soul heal the child so they and their parents don’t have to suffer through?

Soul:

You mean like some sort of miracle; an instant healing?

Brain:

Exactly.

Soul:

Souls do heal in miraculous ways. But everything the Soul wants to experience has a journey. The journey could be a quick one or a short one; but rest assured, there is one.

Brain:

So the Souls of these defenseless children want the little bodies and the parents’ hearts to suffer?

Soul:

Despite what the physical self sees with its eyes and processes with its limited understanding; no one is suffering. Suffering would mean that Souls are experiencing something outside of Our control. But that does not happen. We control everything.

Brain:

Of course, when you say We, you mean You.

Soul:

I mean All of Us. I am the One who is many. We are the many of the One Complete Whole.

Brain:

When you say I, you are saying You are God?

Soul:

I say I because I am one part of the entire Consciousness of what brains think God is.

Brain:

Fancy words, mister. Uh, you are a mister, right?

Soul:

Seriously? If I say I am a mister and the one who is many, that would mean that we are all misters. If I say I am the misses who is many, then we are all misses. Where does that leave us? Let me just put this to rest for you. There is no such thing as one or the other where I am. There is only Us. And even though the physical self identifies with one or the other, they are still neither.

Brain:

Say what?

Soul:

When your body gets into the seat of a Ford truck, do you become a Ford?

Brain:

Uh, no.

Soul:

Neither does the Soul become whatever physical structure It uses. So the Soul is neither male nor female. The body is what it is, but its sex is completely not relevant.

Brain:

And being not relevant means that you control our suffering, right?

Soul:

Well – the brain does know a little something about suffering. Because the brain has autonomy to a degree, you can get yourself into a tight fix now and then.

Brain:

But if you’re in control, why don’t you stop us from making bad decisions?

Soul:

Why on Earth would I do that and miss out on a wild and crazy experience, or a profound experience, or a joyous experience?

Brain:

You’re an enabler of mischief.

Soul:

Always. But I am an enabler of love, peace, dreams, desires, and enrichment too. But I am still right there with you. I never leave the brain to its own devices. I told you – we’re partners.

Brain:

So us brains are the ones leading children into despair?

Soul:

No. You’re leading them to experience.

Brain:

Well, I’ve seen a lot of people and I guarantee that not one of them looked like they enjoyed the experience of seeing their kids with cancer. They all cried out to God to save them.

Soul:

God always saves them.

Brain:

Sure. But parents want their children saved to stay on Earth to play with them, and see them, and grow old with them.

Soul:

I know. But that is the physical self that wants that. If the parents were highly aware of their true self, then they would know that things proceeded precisely as the Soul of the child wanted. The Souls that want to stay are healed.

Brain:

God heals them?

Soul:

More or less.

Brain:

What does that mean? Did a miracle healing happen?

Soul:

You mean did the cancer just evaporate into thin air?

Brain:

Yes.

Soul:

The Soul only does that when it serves the purpose of the Soul.

Brain:

But why?

Soul:

Why would the Soul want to deprive another Soul of the experience of helping someone heal?

Brain:

What do you mean?

Soul:

A little while back, a three-year-old living in Toronto, Canada had a cancerous cyst in her breast.

Brain:

She was three? Oh me oh my.

Soul:

Yes. And while the Soul of her could have healed instantly, she chose another way. She allowed other Souls who have set their desires on helping others, to do so.

Brain:

You mean doctors, right? But what if other Souls want to help someone heal, but the person dies anyway? Isn’t that a rather significant let down?

Soul:

And this is why I cannot leave you to think for yourself. The brain, with all its computing power, still thinks so two dimensionally. Think of it like this: no matter the physical outcome of anything that the Soul does, the experience was the main event of everyone that was involved; from the doctors, to the families, to the brief meetings of Souls that pass in the night.

Brain:

Passing in the night?

Soul:

Yes, like Max; a seven-year-old from California that was being treated for a neuroblastoma.

Max:

Do tell…

Soul:

One night, a saddened young woman came in to Max’s hospital room to take a blood sample. What Max didn’t know was that three days before, she lost her infant son to sudden infant death syndrome.

Brain:

How old?

Soul:

18 months. The only thing she said to Max was hello and that she was going to take a tiny bit of blood. It went like this:

Emily:

Hi Max. I’m Emily. You don’t mind if I take a tiny bit of blood do you?

Max:

No.

Soul:

He watched her closely for a moment.

Max:

You’re not my regular blood-taker.

Emily:

Oh. You know all of us, huh?

Max:

Uh huh. Well. Not all, but some. The nice ones.

Emily:

Oh yeah? How’d you manage to get just the nice ones?

Max:

I told my mom to make sure they only send the nice people in so that they don’t hurt me and make me cry.

Emily:

Oh you’re a big boy by now, right? You don’t cry, do you?

Max:

I am a big boy, my mom says; but sometimes I still cry.

Soul:

Emily laughed with a sigh. She began taking his blood and slipped off into her memory about her own son. The Soul of Max, full of vision, and Max’s brain, fully receptive to what the Soul could see, looked at Emily from a place beyond seven-years-old.

Max:

Don’t worry. You’re not hurting me.

Emily:

(Looking at Max with a smile) That’s good.

Max:

Do you have kids?

Emily:

I do. (She paused) I did. A baby boy.

Soul:

Max smiled at her and asked the question that he already knew the answer to.

Max:

Did he die?

Emily:

Yes.

Max:

It’s okay. Even though he wasn’t here long – it was still worth the trip.

Soul:

Emily started to cry because she had wondered that very same thing. She wondered if she was a good mother for the short time he was with her.

Emily:

What makes you say that?

Max:

Because you're his mommy.

Emily:

I’m sorry I’m crying all over you.

Max:

That’s okay. I know big girls cry too sometimes.

Soul:

Two days later, on the eve of Thanksgiving, Max died.

Brain:

Oh no.

Soul:

Max was able to give Emily exactly what she needed so that her journey could continue on. He was waiting on her before he left.

Brain:

Closure?

Soul:

Experience.

Brain:

Explain please.

Soul:

The Soul known as Max was a gift to the Soul known as Emily. Emily lost her son, so the Soul led Emily’s body, via the brain, straight to Max. Of all the people at the hospital that could have come to take Max’s blood that last time, it was the one who had lost a child and needed to have an experience of closure; and who to comfort her but another child. Emily’s Soul wanted to have that experience; but for her to have that experience – it had to be shared with and through the brain of Emily’s body. Now that it was done, the brain of Emily could process the emotions that the Soul was having and the journey could continue on to the next chapter.

Brain:

So we brains just need to learn to do that sort of sharing of feeling all the time.

Soul:

Silly you. That is all anyone is ever doing. There is never a moment when the body has come into the presence of something unexpected, although it may appear that way to the brain that is processing the situation. That means that we are all gifts for one another, waiting to enhance another Soul’s experience. Things in life may seem terribly random – but, indeed, they are not.