Is Earth a School?

If we take the analogy that we are all enrolled in Earth School, and that our lives are the teachers who design our curriculum specifically for us, knowing us better than we know ourselves, then everything starts to take on a different meaning.

Our memories become recaps. Repeated lessons become failed exams that we eventually retake. Our patterns become homework. And those moments of pure free will turn into recess breaks, where we step away, breathe, and go have a snack somewhere.

Sometimes we attend the same classes with people we already know. Sometimes it’s one-on-one sessions with a teacher. Sometimes we get extra support, and sometimes it feels like we’re being tutored at home.

I used to think there was a single curriculum that fits everyone, that I could somehow crack the blueprint and build a color-coded manual, a cheat sheet of sorts. Something to memorize and follow, like I used to do when I actually studied for exams.

Turns out, that’s not really how it works, although my Virgo-coded brain would have deeply appreciated a neat folder with highlights, post-its, and side notes.

Instead, it feels more like some of us are enrolled in something like Whole and Complete High School, which eventually leads to a BA in Energy Mastery, Nervous System Regulation, Balance, and Harmony. Then maybe a Master’s in Energy Healing, and eventually a PhD in Levels of Consciousness (sometimes against our mind’s full cooperation).

And the teachers? They’re all different. They use completely unique methods, tailored specifically to each student.

Some people choose to enroll themselves into these kinds of programs consciously. Some are given the “brochure” early on and make a choice. And some wake up one day already sitting in the classroom, half-dazed, not sure how they got there. Apparently, a few were sent off to boarding school for “misbehaving” at home.

I think the more we learn to trust our teachers, and accept that they might know something we don’t yet understand, the smoother things start to feel. When we stop resisting and instead allow ourselves to move with what’s happening, there’s a kind of ease that appears.

Because apparently, this school is also a big boat floating with the current… but it starts to take on water when we overthink and overanalyze everything, like our thoughts are dead weight piling up on deck that we forget to throw overboard.

And the more we surrender, trust and let go, the less it feels like drowning, and the more it feels like movement.