“A rebirth out of spiritual adversity causes us to become new creatures”.
James E. Faust
It has been quite some time since I last visited this page. My life’s journey has thrown me into a spiral of emotions and events that require reflection, experience and change. I am not done yet… I have not even gotten near to an understanding of its impact and the turning point I feel is haunting me.
The only thing certain today is that I need to take one step at the time.
There have been many hardships and doubts in my life; yet I never, not for once; doubted my soul’s guidance before. I had lived with a sense of “Something Bigger” being in charge of the “madness” and the belief in an invisible Force in me worthy of a Sci-fi Trilogy.
I was used to “Dark Nights of the Soul” and to feel mine squirming and jumping as a dog before lying asleep. It could also surprise me with awkward and nonsensical ideas too. Still, I trusted fiercely that it would lead me into the light and I would be a better human being afterwards.
Not this time.
This time I felt betrayed and laughed at. I was angry and I have had enough of following blindly a quirky invisible thing that after all this time together, had had the nerve of leaving me hanging in the abyss and in so much pain.
Act One. The Unimaginable
If you are like me, a master in looking for any justifications to explain what is inexplicable or just plain awful, or so caught in your story of unworthiness that you are afraid to say enough is enough; then you can understand what a huge deal was for me to feel such anger and sack my soul.
Oh, yes, I did, and I am not sure I have rehire it either. This time I am up for a better deal. If I am going to keep being the Ginned Pig, I want sound presence and loud answers.
For once in my life I stopped looking up, or within, with my head down and a begging whisper. I face it straight ahead with everything organic or not shaking and shouted – I am done. Whatever contract I have with you, consider it broken. I quit.
Silence…
Act Two
… A weird standing-in-the-void-kind-of-mourning-experience where I have no idea what to do with myself.
I had not realized that when you fired your soul, you run out of solid excuses for avoiding and resisting the earthy demands that fall into another bag of excuses labelled-“answering to my Grail Quest.”
Perhaps I am, and the darn thing not only hides, but jingles behind me to see how alert I remain.
(It does not feel as cruel as before; nevertheless, I am still angry).
Act Three. Spiritual awakening or breakdown?
No idea. I decided that I would paint butterflies and make origami animals, watch TV series and see if the character’s monsters under the bed are really scary shadows or, we have a comedian-soul-epidemic.
The worst part is that although I fired it, (and I am mad and…) I am speaking about it and even doing things regarding that old saying of mine -“follow your soul” (imagine a deep voice).
What if it does not know what is that is doing? Or if it is has become so “human” that ends like me, going from one “place” to another?
Can a soul lose it’s compass? A soul, you know? Light, divine spark… I am not talking about us, the mortal ones.
I always believed that the soul was in speed dial with the Higher Source. I might not be able to sneak in the conversations or watch through the keyhole or understand what surely would be communication in code! But again, I trusted…
How could I be so lost and in so much pain? How could I have so uproariously failed following its lead?
Act Four. In the “Realm of Mysteries”!
I pride myself on being good at designing creative and deep learning experiences for my students, to go beyond paradigms into the vast Universal imagination to connect dots, lines, shapes and whatever, to depict the path of “knowledge.” This is ludicrous compared to what the Soul can come up with to bring you a well-designed-tailored-learning-experience!
Yes, I have come to think that this might have underlying currents too deep to be able to follow. In the meanwhile, I dance in the edge between the “old and new” Me. I cannot see before, past, up or down; I can only be here and answer to the impulse to write.
Could this be the lesson? I wonder…
I have no idea how many acts are there in this play; nevertheless, I am determined that the final act will be written four hands!
Hush…
I have to leave, I can hear my soul jingling!
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