My Dear Brother
I woke up this morning with this story in my head, the words just flowed out.
Spirit Talking To Spirit (Story/Poem)
My dear brother,
We departed together from heaven.
We made an understanding and a Love contract for and with each other .
We said we would remember each other, we than went our separate ways.
You lived in a loving home where you had everything you needed. You had plenty of food, clothes and shelter.
I lived in a home with only a mother who could barely put food on table, so I had to run the streets making ends meet.
Eventually, I could not do this any longer and became so depressed I wanted to leave earth.
But they saved me, and brought me to see you. You barely looked at me, you were my doctor and I was your patient. You did not even ask me how I was doing or when I ate last. You gave me a prescription instead, thank you for this. The next 5 years you saw me every month for 5 minutes.
Until one day I was off your list. And I returned home having fulfilled my part of the love contract.
When we met again, we were happy to see each other. You asked me how was my experience, I told you my brother I was the black man you treated and saw every month. You did not believe me until you had reviewed your life.
You see in our contract I had vowed to help you in that life, so I became your patient and you were my doctor. I was supposed to teach you to have compassion and love, and lived this life just for you, because I love you. But my dear friend you forgot your role, and forgot what you came to earth to do. I tried to help you by telling you kind words, but you were so busy that my Words never entered your being.
I love you and will help you again, but promise me you will remember to love me and treat me with compassion.
I suffered so you could have a patient to treat, but you could not see this.
I was your teacher and you were my student, but I could not teach you for you could not even see me.
I love you.