TERRY MOSHER

I find it strange and mysterious the way life is, for a variety of reasons. My main reason is a question: What am I here for? Now that may not come up in many people’s thought pattern, but it occupies a lot of my thoughts.

Many of you may ask that my question is not relevant because we are accidents of birth and forge our way through to old age and then death not by purpose or design but just by that accident of birth.

We confine our thoughts and our efforts to the moment and that moment leads to other moments, none of them by design but by accident of being in the right place at the right time or in the wrong place at the wrong time. And we are carved into what we are in old age by which we are born to and when, and then by the free will we have to make good or bad decisions.

Some of that may be true for me. How for example do I explain becoming a sports writer when my life experience before I was hired on Feb. 2, 1970 at the Bremerton Sun was headed toward politics, government, law, economics and history.

Was it an accident then that I became a writer?

I say no.

Here is why it is no. I know you won’t believe what I will tell you, but you have to eliminate your gut reaction to disbelieve to understand that no answer because I have had experiences that are not of his world. Right away, your disbelief is kicking into gear. Don’t let it.

When I was just nine years old I was told (telepathy) that I would marry Mary. Right away that tells me that I’m not alone. There is somebody in another world sharing with me what will happen to me sometime in the future.

Believe me I have not forgotten that moment. It is as clear to me now as it was then, 69 years ago.

So right away I know that I’m here for a reason, otherwise why would somebody in a different world – spiritual? – share with me at such a young age what I would do?

First of all, it is now clear to me that there is a different world other than the one I’m living in. I believe it’s a spiritual world, and I’m being foretold what is going to happen to me, which means there is a reason for that. My destiny is not mine. My destiny had already been charted and there was nothing that I could do to change it. I was going to marry Mary, and that was it. Plain and simple.

That in itself raises other questions.

Why was my life charted?

Why was Mary going to enter my life”

Interesting, isn’t it?

Yes, I did marry Mary.

And no, I still don’t have an answer to those questions. I do understand, though, that my life has been charted  for me. My destiny was to be a sports writer. Which raises another question?

Why?

Here’s where it gets tricky. Should I believe there is good and there are bad destinies that are charted? Or should I believe, as I do, that they are always charted as good.

If you are still following me, and I know it’s difficult, then having one’s destiny predetermined would mean to me that this is done before I am born. As you might have guessed by now, I have given this a lot of thought over the many decades of my life. I have come to believe that I probably lived on Earth in another life —reincarnation – and before I was born again I probably decided in concert with a superior being what my life path was going to be.

Or, in other words, this is the situations I wanted to be put in so I could better benefit myself in a search to reach perfection, which I have also given a lot of thought to over the years. Our goal, I believe, is to reach perfection with God. One can come here to Earth and either fall back in that quest, tread water and not gain an inch toward it, or move closer to perfection.

Because we have free will – I decided early in life that free will was a given – we can once we are here on Earth run off course of our destiny, our life path. I did that for a lot of years. I treaded water and was getting nowhere on my spiritual path to perfection.

What I don’t understand and still have a question is why was my destiny to be a sportswriter? What good does that do for my quest to perfection? Why is it part of my destiny?

Ah, the mysteries of life on Earth. I have been told other things by my spiritual guide or whoever is talking to me from another world. These talks raise more questions.

When our granddaughter – Junior – was killed in 1989, hours after her death (she was run over by a truck) she spoke to me. She said, “Don’t worry about me, I walk with the grace of God.”

I have figured that one out. She was an Angel that came to Earth to turn around our family (remember, I said I was off my spiritual path, and her death jerked me back on it).

But her appearance raises other questions. Why was there a decision in the spiritual world to send her here to our family? Why was it so important for her to sacrifice her life here to save us?  Why were we so important?

I’ve been talked to twice more. Both are so outside what I have talked about here that they raise more questions

Both are related to horse races. One came while I was a Longacres having a difficult time trying to decide how the seventh race would turn out. All of a sudden a voice telepathy told me, “Summer Sunshine.” I looked down at my Racing Form, saw Summer Sunshine was in the seventh race, and was 17-1 to win it.

I raced to the betting window, bet $2 to win on Summer Sunshine, which went on to win the race and return $36 to me for my winning bet.

Then in 2009 just before the Belmont Stakes was set to be run, a voice told me “Summer Bird.” I was in my living room and didn’t have access to a betting window, but Summer Bird, a 12-1 long shot, won the race.

I have no idea what these two races have to do with my spiritual path and lifestyle. Why would somebody on the other side want me to know the winners is beyond my thought process. It raises more questions than it gives me answers.

Looking at this in the bigger picture I can only surmise that I am being guided forward in my spiritual path by somebody else. Which, yes, raises more questions. The biggest question is simply, Why?

When you are being guided like this you want to think that something big is in store for you, that you have been chosen to do some good. So far, I haven’t done anything that would qualify for that. I do know that I try to be good, and when I’m not I instantly know it.

I guess I will get the answers when I leave this Earth and go back to the spiritual side. I just hope that I have been good enough to qualify for advancement toward perfection and that I don’t have to come back here again because to me our world has become a nasty place. And I’m saying it mildly when I say nasty.

Social media is killing us, concentration of wealth in a few hands is killing us, and I can’t wait to leave. It may be a cowardly way out, but I don’t see what good I can do here to stop the disaster I see coming. We are being attacked from all sides and unless whoever is guiding me on the other side steps forward and shows me the way, I’m not much good for anything other than to comment on what I see is wrong, what is unfair, what is unjust and step aside and wait for it all to fall apart.

Please don’t take this wrong. There are a lot of good people in our world. Some of them are even in Congress. But it’s going to take a herculean effort to stave off the bad actors that have a lot of power.

Sorry to get so deep. I thought, though, you should know there is a life other  than here.

Be well pal.

Be careful out there.

Have a great day.

You are loved.