There was one who had been waiting for a long time - one who was powerful and evil and who had grown in potential power and evil since the last time. Of all his feelings, hate was the greatest in him. He hated waiting. Yet he hated what he was waiting for. Waiting in the empty blackness - bodiless - a spiritual entity - one of many trillions of souls waiting their turn.
He heard. The unspoken words came to his ever-listening mind. "It is your turn. It is your turn." He knew then that he would be leaving - going on a journey - out of oblivion into existence.
"Which one is it?" he asked, silently. "Sevvon, Earth, or Nowm?"
"This time, Earth." The wordless statement came to him and he heard. This time it was Earth again. This was the sixteenth time. He remembered the other times perfectly. It was funny the way that happened. Every incident of his life was remembered afterwards. He was evil, he was destructive, but these basic principles would not grow to full maturity until the body itself was fully grown. The body - what sort of body would it be this time? What sort of person would he be?
The soundless voice came again: "You will be born a peasant."
"A peasant - just a simple peasant! But I am powerful. I am a leader. Why must I be a peasant?"
"Even if you were the soul of a king it would make no difference. No matter what circumstances you are born into, you will be unchanged. You will be the same being."
And he prepared for the pain. The Organiser had chosen him and he had to go. So he went.
Soon he had a body, a little curled-up body in a small enclosure. He thought of the time of waiting. It would be a long time before he would experience it again.
Then the memory faded from him. He was now just a soul, with no power to think - an unconscious soul inside a human body, within another human body.
And one day he was born.
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There he was, waiting - with trillions of others, and he realised he had no body. His memory suddenly came to him. He had died. He remembered his life - what a life it had been! What chaos he had brought about in the world. Now he was waiting again. During his life he had remembered nothing of the Great Outside to which he had now returned, ready to wait for his next birth.
He was an evil soul, a destructive soul, growing in potential power and evil, as he waited again to be born into one of the three worlds of human beings.
This time he had been born a peasant - and he had died a dictator. He could remember now the whole of his evil life - his sixteenth earthly life - as a man named Adolf Hitler.