A friend of mine posted on Facebook that she had been the victim of a racial attack while walking across a parking lot to her car.  She is Korean-American, and the attack came from a Caucasian man screaming insults out his car window.  This bothered me.  A lot.  And not just because this woman is my friend and a wonderful human being.  It bothered me because I couldn’t understand it.

I don’t know what you believe or know about reincarnation, but I believe and know that when we die, our bodies die for good, and our spirits live on, ascend, and are reincarnated into a future body and future life.  Our spirits gain a wide variety of experiences, as we move through different lives that can have us living as one gender, one race, and one sexual orientation in one part of the world, followed by a life as another gender, another race, and another orientation in a completely different part of the world.  Over millennia, we grow and develop a perspective that is naturally inclusive, as we have been a lot of people during that time.  To be racist feels to me like hating myself.  If everyone has been a lot of someones over time, how does racism still exist?

My friend’s experience gnawed at me until I saw that the answer to my question was probably right there in the question itself.  I didn’t like it, but it did make a lot of sense.  At least, to me it did.

Maybe not everyone has been a lot of someones over time.  With population growth at the current level, and the prevalence of Earth-bound spirits, it doesn’t take a genius to do the math and realize that there can’t possibly be enough ascended spirits to go around.  So, the world of today is likely inundated with first-timers.  By that I mean, people who have been bestowed a brand-new, fresh-from-the-box spirit.

This is a problem.

This is maybe a huge problem.

This is maybe the source of all the problems.

Spiritual learning, growth, and development do not happen quickly, like over the course of a week; they happen slowly, like over the course of several lifetimes.  So, there is an immaturity and an ignorance inherent in first-timers or “newbies.”  People possessing this type of soul don’t really have their act together, and require a lot of teaching, guiding, mentoring, and discipline.  I think that in the past, the ratio of newbies to old souls was different, that there were sufficient highly evolved, mature, wise people around to handle keeping the newbies in line.  But we may have a phenomenon manifesting that is the result of the highly evolved being highly outnumbered.  Imagine a preschool classroom with one teacher and a hundred kids.  Or, more likely in the scenario I am describing, one teacher and 10,000 young children.  What do you get?  Madness.  And what does the world of today look like?  Madness.  Oh.  Golly.

Let me be clear, spiritually immature people aren’t stupid.  Not by a long stretch.  They just have the soul of a toddler.  Ever meet a toddler?  They throw tantrums.  They test limits.  They say “NO!” without hearing all the facts.  They are only aware of their perspective on the world, not anyone else’s, and anyone who doesn’t agree with them is bad or wrong.  I once did a reading for a wonderful woman whose spiritually immature Aunt Jane had died.  Aunt Jane was elderly and angry at the time of her passing, all because “no one gave her children,” as if children were something that Santa brought.  She was quite melodramatic about it, but when questioned, I learned — from the woman I was doing the reading for, not from Aunt Jane — that she actually did have a child.  A daughter, born with profound physical and mental disabilities, who Aunt Jane placed in an institution, never to be seen or spoken of again.  And, apparently, the child’s death at age 12 barely registered on Aunt Jane’s radar.  I tried to maintain my professionalism and composure, but I was exasperated with Aunt Jane.  Aunt Jane described her “childlessness” as this great disappointment and crushing burden in her life, but it was clear that she never acted on her desire for more children, never investigated fertility treatments or adoption when she didn’t conceive again, never took responsibility for her own life, never did anything but blame other people for her “suffering.”  After watching her spirit throw a hissy-fit over something that was her own doing, and the result of her own choices, that definitely did not result in suffering, I put her in the “spiritually immature” column, and shifted my focus to helping her learn lessons from her life, so that she could make her peace and ascend.  Because her soul needed to reincarnate and grow up.

In the body of an adult, the soul of a toddler who has not had the benefit of wise counsel is more than just an angry old woman.  It is an errant, dangerous thing.  A thing that screams racial slurs out car windows.  A thing easily recruited to a terrorist cell.  A thing that votes for the candidate covered in glitter.  A thing that, when elected to public office, is easily manipulated.

People ask, “What’s wrong with people today?”  To which I am going to answer, “They are newbies.”  They are just newbies.

What to do?

I’m not sure.  The numbers aren’t going to change anytime soon, so I think we are stuck with our overcrowded classroom for awhile.  But I am reminded of an African proverb:  “If you think you are too small to make a difference, you haven’t spent the night in a tent with a mosquito.”  So, I recommend this: if you understand the difference I have described and feel like you are one of the grounded, spiritually mature, I-can-see-the-big-picture-here, worldly-wise people who are greatly outnumbered on the planet at this moment in time, please step into a leadership role in your community.  Be the voice of reason in your world.  Commit yourself to teaching, mentoring, guiding, and parenting those immature souls in your midst.  And please be a mosquito about it.

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