Question: how many ‘good’ souls are there in a stadium seating 80,000, knowing that Hiltler, Ted Bundy, Albert Hamilton Fish, Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold, Andrea Yates, Idi Amin, Polpot, Myra Hindley, Barry Loukaitis and Beverley Allit are present?
Our ubiquitous culture of Me & Mine Come First notwithstanding, I have come to understand that the cosmic plan for each of us in this, as in all previous lifetimes, is simply to edit our karmic balance sheet.
It is our lot to amend some of the karma inherited from our soul’s previous incarnations along with the karma we have added to it since our teens.
The only way to edit our karmic balance is to make an active peace by truly moving on, processing and accepting from the heart – not just from the lips – whatever it is that has pushed our buttons.
I also believe that each one of us is a ‘bodysuit’ of flesh and fluids animated by a soul from which comes our ability to occasionally activate higher attributes such as genuine kindness, unconditional love, honesty and, even at times, selfless altruistic behavior.
Conscience is the voice of Soul. She uses conscience to prod us to do the right thing and to haunt our quiet moments when we resist.
In short, it is from our soul that we get our humanity.
Everyone’s soul, being divine energy, is always pure.
Knowing that our ego is an energy as neutrally balanced as any weighing scale, it is neutral by nature.
Our soulful nature sits at the high tilt-end of the ego while our needs and cravings and our myriad of physical and emotional must-haves sit at the dipping end.
Anyone described metaphorically as a dark soul, a lost soul or tormented, cruel and misguided soul or even born soul-less, would be more accurately described as one who has been unable to keep Ego steady – one who has allowed one side of the Ego scale to tip lower than it should have.
Should any metaphoric epithet be needed to describe anyone, then … dark ego, lost ego or tormented, misguided ego – ‘dipping-end of ego’ by a myriad of other names – would be more accurate.
Even ‘happy little soul’ only describes the reaction of a ‘body-suit’ whose dipping-end ego-needs are temporarily satisfied.
If, at the high end of our ego, soul has figuratively been lulled to sleep from a systemic ‘Major Tom To Ground Control,’ soul-to-body suit dysfunction, the dipping end of our ego never sleeps.
The dipping end of the ego thrives on sensorial satisfaction as much as a toddler usually thrives on any sort of gratification. That end of our ego is always busy, buzzing, fretting, imagining, freaking out and demanding utter satisfaction according to its endless self-generated perception of needs.
When utter satisfaction is not obtained easily, ego dips further and we, mere bodysuits, experience a number of setbacks. When Ego interprets such setbacks as failures, intended disrespect, intended humiliation, mind-thoughts complicate matters. They make us anxious, unpleasant, dictatorial and irrational. Some of us become ‘crazy’ from this that and the other.
Quite forgetting all the positive aspects of our personal circumstances, daily, by the thousands, some of us become sick or gravely ill while some of us actually die from a multitude of spin-out consequences stemming from ego-triggered knee-jerks.
Ego stirs from deep within our energy field – our aura – every time one of our buttons is pushed and it is a darned shame that our bodysuit, our soul’s vehicle in this lifetime, is a suit of many, many buttons.
Perhaps swimming against the tide, I believe that our soul –everyone’s soul – however pure and divine she may be, is a prisoner inside our body suit.
I understand this is the case because most of us alive today do not seem at all interested in connecting with Soul. In fact, most of us, though we readily agree that, yes, we all have a soul [except for psychopaths, we add quickly] we seldom wonder about her function. We seldom care enough about her existence to try to better understand her role in our life – in this lifetime – as in all previous ones.
Sometimes, one’s soul is said to be the instigator of nasty deeds, in which case, she’s said to be a dark, black, vengeful soul– all attributes of the ego-persona, not of the soul.
We mostly only mention Soul by name when it is said that she has departed from the body of a deceased person. Misty- eyed and naively self-important, we give Soul, divine entity, our human blessing and wish her well on her journey or we ask god to intervene in her favor with a “Please God, look after his/her soul.” Odd concern, really, seeing as most of us had never cast a thought towards the departed’s soul anymore than to our own.
What folks who believe in god should say instead is, “Please, God, forgive his/her the many ego-dips.”
Long story made short, though, clearly, it is Soul’s energy that keeps us alive [not any sort of medical intervention] until our karmic time is up and not one second longer, I imagine that she has, in all likelihood, given up on us a long, long time ago. Or she would have, if she were not pure energy.
I imagine Soul curled up, sound asleep from the sheer, dreary boredom of it all. I imagine her thus whiling the time away till her next incarnation. I imagine her nursing the hope that THAT next one, finally, will be Awake and Aware enough to step firmly on the Path, the Path of genuine spirituality.
I imagine Soul hoping that, in a real and sustained manner, her new vehicle for another karmic round will be strong-willed enough to begin amending some of the stacked-on karma accumulated in his/her astral field rather than invite tests, more tests, more challenges and more struggles, as does the one struggling underwater with a huge net of circumstances who refuses to be guided from above.
What also I think is that our soul, pure/divine energy, has already worked that on the whole, bar a few rare moments of soul-stirring awe and/or ‘selfless deeds’, most of which we cannot explain because they were quite un-intended, we are not tuned to her channel.
We don’t catch her beam.
We don’t hear her.
We hardly ever think of her.
Why, she’s not a god. She’s not a saint. She’s not even an angel.
We don’t pray to her or ask for her support.
We don’t perform any ritual for her – not that any are needed.
We don’t even offer her a flower.
As far as most of us are concerned, our soul is just there, hanging somewhere above our head, fuzzily defined, even in religious dogma.
As if mistaking her for our wily ego weren’t enough, even in sacred texts and in modern guides to spirituality, Soul is often called Mind or Heart, even Ego. Under this mistaken identity, we hold her responsible for our ego’s dips, quirks, knee-jerks and foibles. That’s for the nicer ones of us.
Depending on how we have been managing our karma in any lifetime and the roles, over the millennia some of us have confirmed on our blueprint of life, a huge number of souls have been held responsible for the huge number of atrocities their body suit-persona have been committing in response to a number of misguided Me & Mine Come First dips of the otherwise neutral scale that is our ego.
Sometimes, someone or other says ‘Bless your soul’. Sometimes, it is meant benignly. At other times, it is meant sarcastically or spitefully.
We are harangued with much conviction to ‘Save our soul, halleluiah’ but Soul, being divine energy … is quite safe already. It is we, mere bodysuits with a damming inability to keep our Ego scale steady, who are not safe.
And we are told that chicken soup is good for the soul and that good friends provide us with soul-warming reassurance, that some locations are soul-less but that some songs are soul-ful.
We-ell, after all of that, if Soul is not truly bored-asleep, then she must be rolling on the floor laughing.
Yes? No? Maybe?
And about the question How many ‘good’ souls are there in a stadium seating 80.000, knowing that Hiltler, Ted Bundy, Albert Hamilton Fish, Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold, Andrea Yates, Idi Amin, Polpot, Myra Hindley, Barry Loukaitis and Beverley Allit are present?
The answer has to be ……….
…… 80,000, right?
Seriously: there have never been any Soul-Less Bastards –men, women or children – alive on planet Earth, nor can there ever be.