The Poet- #4- "Life... What Will You Do?"
The Poet: How I Became The White Bear- chapter 4
“The world is mine!” Most of us have probably felt that way at some point, at least for a short while. Graffiti on the back of some buildings, just off Hollywood boulevard in Hollywood, California, 2021. #steveemigphotos
Life: What Will You Do?
Chances are
You won't fossilize
Your skull will last a while
After your meat puppet dies
The flesh ain't you
It never was
The bones aren't either
They're just borrowed dust
You're a piece
Of God's big bang
Not the cosmic one
That's another thing
The Great One splintered
Into billions of shards
One is your soul
That let down its guard
In a cosmic backwater
Near a minor star
You swooped down
Free will to explore
Among the creatures
You ducked and wove
Then, with a leap of faith
You dove
Two legged creatures
Scrambling 'round
Turned into humans
As we dove down
Splinter of light
In human flesh
What will you do
While you're Earth's guest?
-The White Bear
I wrote this poem in 2018, after reading about, and listening to talks online about, some of the readings by the late Edgar Cayce. If you don’t know who Edgar Cayce was, you can look him up. Some of the information in Cayce’s readings speak about the subject of our souls and the evolution of human beings.
The TV show Ancient Aliens, in recent years, has pushed the idea that some kind of aliens came to Earth about 10,000 years ago, and genetically engineered one of the hominid species, perhaps Homo Erectus, and created us modern humans. Then the aliens taught those humans how to create civilization, and built some stuff out of really big stones, and then they left.
There’s another idea of how humans came to be, one that goes back much, much further, and was clarified in some of the psychic readings that Edgar Cayce gave in the early 1900’s. The basic idea is that a group of souls found Earth, millions of years ago. They explored the life on this planet for millions of years through observation. Eventually some of these souls pushed themselves into bodies of one of the hominid species. In this idea, it was the spiritual beings, souls taking on lives in human-like creatures, that turned those upright walking apes into modern humans. Most of the major religions have some traditional teachings about us being souls in human bodies. But they don’t have a timeline or a lot of detail on this idea.
In this idea, it wasn’t aliens and genetically engineering hominids that created human beings, it was the addition of souls to these creatures that created modern humans. This talk by John Van Auken, long time student and writer about Edgar Cayce’s readings, helped spark the idea for this poem above. I’m not saying this is absolutely how humans came to be human. No one knows for sure. But these ideas are another way of looking at the rise of humans and civilization. You can take or leave this concept as you wish. I found it interesting, and pondering these ideas sparked this poem above.
To continue on to the next chapter of The Poet, click this link below:
The Poet: Chapter 5- Most people don’t car about most poems, most of the time
To go back to Chapter 1 of The Poet, click this link below:
The Poet: How I Became The White Bear- Chapter 1- What if?
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