Can you imagine that a rocky, watery planet could have a soul, and that such a soul could be released by a spent body? Can you imagine that the youthful soul of

Can you imagine that a rocky, watery planet could have a soul, and that such a soul could be released by a spent body? Can you imagine that the youthful soul of the planet Mars might be dwelling elsewhere, re-establishing its essence on more fertile soil? Souls, like seeds, blow on the winds. The chemistry of spirit is not as restricted as flesh and blood. Think of a sci-fi scenario where earth was shortly to be struck by a giant comet. Comprehending a collision course, the people of earth could calculate their extinction, and then make a radio appeal to all Universal stations to accept the souls of earth. Each galactic station could put the case before their government asking, “Do we want those beings here as refugees? Are they worthy to be among us? Shall we send a travel beam to receive them or shall we let them be cast adrift?” Would it be an easy decision, or would the soul seeds of earth be turned away? Who would be taken? Who would not? Would it be a collective agreement? What would be the terms? This metaphor should make you think about who your are in a cosmic sense, and what your relationship to the garden of earth might be.