Why Return to Earth?

[Siren]

That being said, and understanding that Choice is the axis upon which the creation turns, why, oh why, have we chosen to take on a human form?

What do you mean by that? I take it you are referring to "wanderers" rather than native (or transplanted) 3D Terran inhabitants.

I, for one, have the slightest idea why I came here. It's actually quite thrilling (given that I honestly feel this is my one and only incarnation on this planetary sphere).

But if your question refers to the "human form" itself, this particular vehicular form of experiencing 3D, then you might wanna ask the Logos of this universe when you reach him up again, why oh why are the 3D physical bodies in this planet designed this way!

I raise this question because I see a lot of people who seem to hate being human. They have contempt for their bodies, they see being human as being parallel with suffering, they fill their head with every thought they can that they will not have to experience this human form much longer.

A very sad truth, indeed.

I've been there, but this "disdain" for the human body had more to do with the fact that everything in the human form seemed foreign and grotesque to me since early childhood—I was repelled by it (the very smell of the human body made me want to vomit, to give you an idea). I really couldn't stand being around other human bodies, so I deliberately sought to alienate myself in my own solitary space.

Ironically enough, humans were quite alien to me. I remember asking myself early on (maybe I was 7 or 8 years old): Why must I have 5 fingers in my hand? Why must my head be proportioned this way and be placed upon my shoulders in such a manner? Why must I have hairs all over me (mind you, I was quite hairless and my hair was blonde, but I still found it somewhat of an annoyance)? What is this... this "thing" hanging between my legs, it's so awkward and grotesque! Etc, etc.

Everything in "human" seemed wrong and/or awkward to me. As I grew up I naturally developed a refined contempt towards the human race; I became a high-class misanthropist and I sought to transcend the limits of the "humanity" I was so besieged by (I hated to associate myself with the term "human"—it was repugnant and degrading to my character and identity).

But anyways, eventually—almost 2 decades later—I came to embrace the human experience, and I came to appreciate (and worship?) the human form in all its perfect magnificence. Granted, I had become a an aesthete and a sensualist by then.

Point is: I came to terms with being human. I enjoy it very much. Yet I know I am so much more. I know this isn't my planet of origin (and that I have already been through a 3D experience already). But as I've said, I've come to enjoy it. To me, the world is a stage, and I'm just another character playing a role in it (or many characters, actually; since I love to change my masks and experiment with—and explore—my different "personas")—the difference between me dreaming this dream and the rest of the population, is that I dream wide-awake and they dream asleep.

Everything, all of this, is a beautiful game to me; a grand drama of cosmic proportions! And my short stay on planet Earth is just but a tiny little phase, a short chapter to add to the annals of my soulstream.

Back on topic: I've noticed that many who believe themselves "wanderers" seek escapism from being human, particularly from the human physical "body;" thinking they "don't belong here" and that what awaits them "over there" (at "home") is "far greater."

If you are here it is for a reason. This, then, is my simple suggestion: learn to love the human form, seek the beauty even in its ugliness, embrace the human experience to the utmost of your capabilities; utilize this experience, explore yourself through it, and you shall find much en-joy-ment and be amply rewarded.

Live in the NOW, not in the past or the future.

The experience itself matters more than the destination—this is the reason of the Creation.