Soul Contract

An intense light hits me, almost blinding me. From a distance, I can make out the silhouettes of men gathered around a table, holding what appear to be documents in their hands. It feels like they’re carefully reviewing every word, like a pregame strategy session. As I move closer, my heart feels wrapped in a sweet layer of honey for some reason—no fear at all. Strangely, despite how busy they seem, I’m suddenly overwhelmed by a sense of peace and harmony.

“Oh, we’ve been waiting for you! Come over,” they say, smiling warmly. Their appearance is flawless: white tunics, long, wavy hair that shines vibrantly. They look incredibly healthy, almost otherworldly. I’ve never seen anything like them before. Even their age seems out of place with the wisdom they exude. No kidding—just from the way they speak, it feels like they’ve lived at least 200 years, if not more.

I quietly sit in one of the wooden chairs and say, "I don’t… I don’t understand. I no longer understand anything."

“You don’t have to,” one of them replies gently. “But you need to be patient. Only patience will reveal the secrets. All the circumstances you’re in, the people around you, the experiences—they were all set by you. You chose everything. We’re just here to make sure you accomplish them and to Stay Ray. We love you and support you wherever you go. That’s why we want you to stay. Be patient, and we will reveal everything at the right moment.

But first, tell me… do you really want to break your soul contract?"