The soul lives without flesh. It is timeless and every mystery is dissolved in its presence. The soul longs to walk among us, to be one of us, to be flesh. Some believe that the ego is the enemy of the soul, that for divine living, the ego must be defeated. I see no path that leads in that direction. The soul desires no conflict and knows no enemy. It is in surrendering the ego to the soul, not in defeat, but as a gift, that the soul becomes flesh.
The soul can not be saved. It is the soul that does the saving. Living outside of time and space, it has nothing to lose. It is salvation.
Our ego belongs to flesh. The ego is about what we are, how we are, but not who. Who, is the soul, and the collection of ego, that together is humanity, is as a wardrobe for the soul. The soul has interest in a suitable ego and when it finds one, surrender keeps its promise and divinity is known.
We are not in conflict with our soul but when we are conflicted we fashion a reality separate from our soul. It is a false reality. That does not mean it is not real, it is just conflicted and conflict is unsuitable for the soul. If we are to know peace, in this world, we must surrender ego, to soul. Our ego is not intended for permanence, that is our soul. It is in surrendering that the ego knows permanence through acquaintance with its soul.
Today, as I sift through my existence, the texture of my disposition, my restlessness, I have made these observations about the soul. It seems to me that ego is given but one task, to surrender itself, as a gift, to the soul. That old dog, my ego, does not know this trick. I do believe I am learning the lesson and expect to one day flip the switch. At any rate I am busy being schooled in something and the lesson has kept me from writing but I am still here. I expect to learn my lesson. I will keep you posted.
Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2013