Welcome to the Thin Line. This department is in charge of regulating reincarnation and rebirths of spirits and souls into the human world. And by extension, we are the thin line between life and death.
Quickly I want to remind you Souls about our rules before you sign your lifespan contracts. Afterwards, we’ll then stamp these contracts and send it to the Time zones in Glass Skies. They’ll duly notify Death once this life runs out of time. Okay?
‘Okay!’ Many of the spirits around me chorused while I mutely stared at the tall, feminine deity with hair of glittery gold kinks.
There are three ways to get your reincarnation license revoked permanently or for four generations. Permanent revocation will be my focus. Because every spirit here has just ended a four generations revocation wait. So if you don’t want to permanently lose your license pay attention.
There are three ways to get your reincarnation license revoked permanently. The third way is to cause or contribute to a human genocide.
The first way will be explained by my superior.
The second way is to offend a bush spirit being. If you have numerous bush offences your reincarnation license can be permanently revoked. We are all from the brown, red, black soil. The deep forest spirits are guardians of our soil carriages. If you offend the Bush, their extension into modern human life, we might not even find your soul to retrieve for rebirth or reincarnation. Yes, if you kill insects or animals indiscriminately without being from ancestral homes permitted to do so. You lose your license.
There is an eerie silence around me and I glance about. Bush offence had almost cost me a revocation in my eighteenth lifetime. My mother would have been furious because she wanted me to further her agenda north of the Atlantic sea in my next lifetime. I almost killed that odd looking bug that night but stepped back for my flatmate holding a bug spray and parker. It didn’t seem right to kill a creature whose name I didn’t know. A name I could call repeatedly in my dreams seeking its forgiveness for its murder. The way of our ancestors did hundred years and counting. I remember when I’d approached the rebirth office with my application. I’d researched its details well. The River Goddess Priestess’ family history, their residential country, Glass Skies regulation of spiritual commute there, my proposed lifespan, difficulties I was open to facing in that lifetime and of course my purpose for full reincarnation application. I didn’t add what I wanted to hate because it contributed to my death in the column to specify then. In the application hidden in the folds of my sweeping, white gown I filled that column. What life would you choose if you reincarnated on your own terms?
I snap out of my reverie to hear.
‘If you make a promise to a bush spirit or humans with deep-forest as their element of creation and break it. Licence revoked. Do proceed done this path for further instructions.’
As we walked up a flight of lush white grass towards a fountain of swirling grey rain clouds, silver lightening shards and caged evil souls. I remembered a person from a past life who had promised to marry a guy but broke off the relationship after enjoying the lavish benefits. That babe almost died in the end. It made me weary of cold mouths during a kiss or seeing part reptile eye part human when you stare long enough. Humans with deep forest element of creation are frightening. They are more unforgiving than my sea sisters. And much more cunny in binding a soul to a commitment.