I believe the soul has three parts.

The energetic seed that moves on to the next life, like the candle to candle explanation of reincarnation.

But the part that is the consciousness goes on to heaven. Probably not purgatory because that would be almost as bad as hell. But there are seven levels to heaven and at the moment of seeing God all worries slip away.

The perfect sleep.

Then there is the electrical signal. The part the seed grows and the consciousness controls.

High voltage and hard to control in some, God can banish dark energies permanently, set that signal to a more gentle setting, and put something there to protect your heart.

This is why some churches have such positive weight placed on baptism. As I have been told it’s similar to the kind of Joy I experienced when God reached in and healed my spirit, protecting it, altering it. Making it a part of him the way we all have the potential to.

At least when baptized as an adult.

That flowing feeling came under attack that night. But it is different than the high voltage sparks my signal used to have – the kind probably left behind in residual hauntings.

It’s the seed reaching out, healed, protected, and connected. And the idea of Tai Chi becomes a whole lot more clear.

It’s perhaps a unifying of parts.

I learnt what was there through death. As my seed had remained. My conscious mind greeted God and when it returned I had to regrow any form of energetic defenses. The electrical signal that dissipates upon death.

We are all correct. Heaven is real – and is nirvana. Not a becoming a nothing but part of everything.

Reincarnation is real but it’s seed to seed and the mind only attaches enough to linger with it through prayer or meditation (maybe both)

And dissipating as atheists tend to believe is also correct.

It depends on if you are focusing on the mind, the blood, or the nervous system.

There’s a reason communion language- as alien as it is to outsiders – speaks of blood.

That’s where that seed is, like a cradle for the mind and nervous system soul signatures and the resting spot of the Holy Spirit to those who connect so deeply to god.

And of course I do.

I

Met him.

Know what he looks like.

That memory surrounds me with Joy. As does that of the unique hot and happy tears of God reaching in, almost – as another pointed out – with a, “here let me help you with that.”

I am very old to energy but very new to Christianity. And fall from the path he set before me.

But I get up, shake out my hair, he dusts me off. And I try again.

And I just have to hold sight that he clearly wants me here.

Because my seed would not leave my body. And others would not let go that my conscious mind would return.

My energetic signature needed to grow back however. And that was mightily new when it did – and when transformed into a more fluid, easier to manage, signature.

I’m still a magical klutz. But a kind one. I think it, and things happen. But I try to be a bit careful of that.

As for compassion fatigue for those you saw near die, and came close again?

It’s normal, actually. And sometimes we need to pass the soul-fire bellows to someone else for a while.

It’s not a reason to get nasty, but is a reason to need to withdraw and recharge.

Please don’t admonish those who need time to recover. So long as they don’t lash out, they probably do need some emotional space for a bit. Just let them return in their own time.

And if you love them.

Keep loving them.

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