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Fulfilling Our Soul's Contracts

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Our Souls came into the physical with already agreed upon and signed contracts. The details were hammered out and parties were in agreement. We then performed the dive into a pre-selected physical body to experience the dualities of living in this plane. The thing is, for most of us, once we passed through that birth canal or were plucked from our mother’s womb through a c- section, all memory of our contractual obligations are lost to us except what is imprinted on our soul’s DNA to be experienced.

Living in the physical is not easy for many. The constant push and pull, the fight to survive, thrive and experience is relentless. Often times we feel to just cash in, check out and move on.
Suppose we can remember exactly what we came here to experience, would that make living less challenging? Some refer to it as ‘finding one’s soul purpose’. I do not know if it is as much ‘finding’ as ‘remembering’. But how can we remember?

Traumatic childhoods may be soul contracts with the people we chose to be our parents.
Being born as a starving child in a developing country could possibly be our contract with someone who came into this lifetime to experience the sharing of love and compassion.
Being a member of a race that faces constant discrimination may the experience we came here for; to suffer, and perhaps die so as to assist in finding solutions to race relations.
Being afflicted with a serious disease that causes us to return to the non- physical early may be our soul contract with persons in the medical and research fields to advance the work of science, finding cures for diseases.

Perhaps we simply came here to eat, drink and be merry but when we are suffering in the physical, not knowing that we are fulfilling our soul’s contract, it is not pleasant and people like me, writing like this are not looked upon favourably.

I remember once I gave one of our popular street persons a few dollars, telling him to get some breakfast. He was surprised and delighted and thanked me profusely. I replied, “no, thank you.” He looked at me with sad intelligent eyes and said, “not I am supposed to thank you, you gave me money.”
I simply responded, “I am thanking you for giving me the opportunity to give.” In that second, I knew he got it. He smiled and hobbled down the street towards his favourite cigarette shop.

That was our soul’s contract, him to receive and me to give. I do not know what other contracts his soul might have signed that has him living on the streets begging food and that is not really my concern. Once his contracts are fulfilled, he would move into the non-physical, and be welcomed for a job well done.