A Primal Love Story - Sort ofBy Edward Barlow, Section Historical Perspectives
 A "Love" story (sort of) for summer reading.
For many years I was happy as a soul residing in an egg in my mother's ovary. Yes, egg cells have memories. All cells have memories. And souls do reside there. Cells even dream. This was paradise, heaven. Everything was provided for me - food, water, warmth, good music of the heartbeat and the close companionship of the other eggs. Next to me there was an egg with whom I had a special relationship with. My soul mate?
However, even in paradise (heaven) things change. I noticed that every so often some adventurous egg would go somewhere never to be seen again. This did not trouble me until my soul mate left. My heart (nucleus) was very hurt, broken. Was this the primal heart break? The primal loss? The loss that we all fear? I wanted to find my lost "love" and be together again. Somehow, I don't know how, but I got "ovulated" and my adventures, my quest began. What an adventure. What a quest. The mother of adventures. The mother of quests. Talk about taking a risk, a leap into the void, a journey into the unknown. I haven't been the same since. I found my self in a dark void. I was all alone. Was this the primal loneliness? I was scared. No, I was terrified. I bet this is the greatest terror that any living being (egg) could ever feel. Was this the primal terror? Oh how I wanted to go back to the paradise- the heaven where I just came from. All of a sudden there were tremors, an earthquake followed by a flood. The primal baptism? In the flood waters a thundering hoard came swimming toward me. The leader of the pack entered into my world. This "spark of life" felt great. The primal high, the primal orgasm. Oh how I would love to experience this "spark" again. I was now a new cell, transformed, born again. They say in the beginning was the word. The DNA word? I became a male. I then struggled toward implantation. I wanted to find a home, a nest, a power spot where I would feel safe and secure. A place where I could be happy, content, have all my needs met and yes, find my lost love, my lost soul mate. After a Greek epic-like journey toward implantation, I found the spot. I implanted. I made myself comfortable. I had it made. Everything was provided for me, food, water, the warmth of Mother (Earth), good music of the heartbeat. I began living, growing, transforming in my new home (womb). But, where oh where is my lost love? My soul mate? One day my travels continued again. Another flood. The warm waters that I was so comfortable in, broke. I was pulled through a tight canal. Talk about terror. The air around me was cold. The light was so bright. I was spanked. I wanted to go back. Oh how I wanted to go back to "heaven". I looked around. There was so much confusion. I started crying, bawling. Has anyone seen my lost love, my soul mate? Do I find paradise here? I was so mad that I didn't talk for two years. Now as I journey through this life I am always searching for the perfect place, the perfect spot, the perfect situation, the perfect relationship. But, I am now told that the next life will be the perfect place, the perfect spot, the perfect situation. It will be Nirvana, Heaven, Paradise. So where will this be? In another egg, a seed, a spore, or whatever. Will my soul find itself "starting out" again in a daisy seed, or a pumpkin seed, or the egg of a porcupine? This time will I find the perfect place, my true love, my soul mate? Finally, I think I need to accept that the present moment is the perfect place, the perfect spot, heaven, paradise; and the situation I am in is the perfect situation; and the people I am with are my soul mate(s). But, but, but, I am always being moved to the next moment. Oh well . . .we shall see. . . such is the life of a spiritual being presently on a human path. And where was I before I was "implanted" in a human egg cell . . .? Well, that is for another time.
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