On Being a World-Soul

I sit here in front of the window where a cool breeze blows from a gorgeous morning bathing green with gold. My girls—heart gifts from the angels—are watching the scurrying animals with longing from the window, and I promise them, “Someday, we will live somewhere I can build you a safe outdoor arena!”

Life has become simple for me, in ways it never was before, and also in ways I never dreamed it would be. But I struggle with forgiving the past and how it has the power to carry hurt into the present, and also the yet unwritten future. Though the signs are clear and copious everywhere I turn, the struggle to accept there is no reason to struggle has me at war with myself.

I worry about money, though I know it is simply a tool by which to live my divine life; indeed, a tool that I would command seamlessly and exceptionally were I to get out of my own way.

Trusting myself has never been easy, and I am able to recognize the reasons this is the case. By design of the material constructs of this world, it is clear many people never learn to trust themselves, let alone encouraged to do so by people in their lives or the broader reach of society.

We live in a world made of rules: rules to dictate what you look like, what you wear, what you can say, who you can talk to, and all the things you aren’t allowed to do, and all the ways you aren’t allowed to think.

Yet, there is one rule people ignore or twist to suit their own ends, and it is perhaps the oldest line from the Book too many people like to use to control others—“Thou shalt not kill.” Agreeing for a moment here that if people are unwilling to follow this rule, then certainly the other nine are irrelevant for this particular process of thought, and so I will focus solely here for a moment.

A wise friend and mentor once told me that there are many ways you can kill a person, but only one is a wounding of a mortal nature. You can kill with words as easily as you can kill with a look made with hateful intent or haughty disdain, and you can kill both with actions you take and the choice to take no action at all.

You can also kill by saying one thing when you feel quite another way, particularly when your actions and historical rhetoric paint quite a different picture entirely, or when your body language says one thing while your words lie outright.

We all share these tiny deaths at the hands of others, but we each also contribute to the tiny murders of the people around us with our own words, facial expressions or body language, as well as action or inaction. These murders of soul fragments don’t always manifest right away; rather, they build over the course of time until we are shells where our souls once had the potential to thrive.

We all endure these abuses, this pain, and most of us never receive the opportunity to find healing. So we spread our pain to everyone we meet, murdering the spirits and souls that grace us so we don’t have to feel alone--alone with the multitude of ways the world and the people within it have maimed us.

The real disease of this world is not cancer, but emotional pain—emotional pain brought on by a myriad different ways. Across our great world, people whose basic needs aren’t getting met die without a chance to ever have food, clean water, love, and certainly not to ever attain hope to reach their potential as humans. Meanwhile, a small portion of the world society travel in jets, own yachts, make decisions that affect the lives of billions, never having to wonder about or experience starvation, thirst, or institutional abuse because of their origin or skin color.

Every five days a child under the age of ten dies by suicide, and I sit here and can’t help but wonder why. What I do know is the answer is not clear cut when the world is full of so many individuals and organizations—some that even purport to preach worldly love—who warp the meaning of “Thou shalt not kill” into “Thou shalt not kill people like me,” or “Thou shalt not kill those who agree with my ego and its place in this world.”

As Ralph Waldo Emerson once wrote:

The politics are base;

The letters do not cheer;

And ’tis far in the deeps of history,

The voice that speaketh clear.

Trade and the streets ensnare us;

Our bodies are weak and worn;

We plot and corrupt each other;

And we despoil the unborn.

(excerpt from "World-Soul" by RWE)

It seems people are waiting for someone to save them, or for God to wave a magic wand and believe then their lives will miraculously make sense and their deep and complicated pain will cease. We sit and let others make decisions for us, effectively giving away our God given right to choose a righteous path, one filled with kindness and love instead of judgment and hate. Then when we don’t get what we truly desire, we blame anyone who isn’t with us, or those who we view as the reason we struggle.

While we want for a savior to come, we make choices that run counter to our wellbeing, and the wellbeing of humanity. As we wait for God’s light to shine on our dark lives, we grow angry every moment we continue to struggle or feel pain.

Yet already the power to save ourselves was written down and passed around through the ages, and everywhere one looks, the messages are loud and clear.

Love thy neighbor as thyself.

Thou shalt not kill.

Do unto others as you would do unto yourself.

The mechanisms to rise above the fear and hate that is pervasive in our world society, hiding behind guises of patriotism and empty religious scorn, have been there all along. Indeed, the rules are very simple, yet admonished and ignored. No one ever said it would be easy, and nothing worthwhile truly ever is.

Free will means the choice to walk the righteous path is up to each of us as individuals. But this path doesn't end, and truly walking the path is a commitment both to yourself, and to the world of souls. The choice to walk the path every moment of every day and choosing to be all we can be, as individuals and as humanity as a whole lives in each of us. This truly is what being a World-Soul is.

Making the choice to be a World-Soul and walk the path is up to each of us, and it is only once we walk the path in absolute truth and absolute love that we will be set free.

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