A Promise Made from Beyond
- Bethany Blaine
- Aug 7
- 3 min read
Updated: Sep 9
This past May, I felt an otherworldly urge to message my mother.
We don’t have a relationship.
We’ve only spoken a handful of times in the past decade, and our last conversation didn’t end on the best terms.
Now, this wasn’t about repairing what’s broken as you can’t really break what was never truly built.
It stemmed from something deeper. It felt as if I was at a crossroad ready to walk on, but something in me was urging me to appease. It felt like a soul promise asking to be fulfilled.
And so, slightly hesitantly, I wrote:
“Hi Mom,
Thanks for the birthday wishes. I hope you’re doing okay.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately, and I just wanted you to know I really believe you did the best you could with what you had. I know life hasn’t been easy for you.
I don’t hold any of that against you.
And I hope you can hold this, too–
Your kids turned out pretty great.
That means, in your own way, you did what you were meant to do, and I’m so grateful for that.”
I didn’t write it to be received or for an exchange. I wrote it to be released.
And when I hit send, I felt liked something had completed itself — not in the relationship, but in the soul contract that lived beyond our earthly history.
A Promise Fulfilled
I remember the feeling like my soul touched her soul directly.
As if, before this life handed us our separate storylines to build on, we had agreed:
“This round will be a hard one. It won’t make sense, but if you get the chance — just remind me that I did something right.”
That message took years to live into.
It wasn’t a single moment.
It was the slow loosening of scar tissue.
The softening of pride.
The lived choice to make peace, not keep score.
It didn’t come from strategy.
It came from a knowing that I didn’t “know” until it brought itself to light.
Soul Language
I believe souls talk to each other from time to time.
Not to catch up or hash things out.
But to offer a soul nudge—
Like a brief bubble of remembrance.
A slice of momentary yet profound peace.
A moment that encapsulates:
“I know you. I haven’t forgotten. We are more than this moment.”
These moments don’t follow logic.
They don’t require mutual understanding.
They just arrive.
And when you honor them, they inevitably transform.
Across the World
Recently, I saw a video that anchored this understanding deeper into my bones. I’ve shared that I have the ability to find the beauty in the most ugliest of scenes, and this is another example of how beauty truly lives in the eyes of the beholder.
A man named Tony Aguilar shared a story from his time in Palestine.
While working security to an organization distributing food, he met a boy named Amir — about 7 years old. Shoeless. Emaciated.
Amir separated from the group and approached him, shifted around the rice and lentils he had just been given to kiss the hand of Tony. Tony, surprised and touched that he was approached by the boy said to him in English:
“People care. America cares. You are not going to be forgotten. People do care.”
Despite the language barrier, there was no confusion.
Amir dropped the food he had just risked his life for and
clutched Tony’s face in his small hands.
Kissed him.
And said, simply:
“Thank you.”
Then he turned to rejoin the crowd.
Gunfire broke out.
Some were killed.
One of them was Amir.
More Than a Moment
Nothing you say will change my mind:
Amir and Tony shared a bond beyond time, language, and circumstance.
It wasn’t a coincidence.
It was two souls remembering each other and fulfilling an unsaid promise.
This was one of those moments where humanity rises and rewrites itself in an instant.
Where one life is changed forever, and another is honored in its final moment.
These exchanges are happening every single day.
Some as dramatic as Tony and Amir and
Some as common as a message to their mother.
All of them matter in the sense that any time two souls connect in a moment, there is an eminent change. It’s a moment that holds and defines more and more over time.
Soul to Soul
Let this be your permission:
Speak from your soul to another today.
Maybe it’s just what they need.
Maybe it’s what you need too.
And maybe, just maybe, it’s a promise you made from beyond, that given the chance, you’ll meet –– in what we only know as time –– and all will be well.
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