Lets set the record straight before we go too far. Buddhists say we don’t have a soul. Some other scientists argue that it’s a soup of energy so individualising a personal soul is just egotistic extension of our identity. And the list of diverse ideas go on and on and on.
So, it’s delicate territory.
When we’re in the Himalayas, and someone says “I touched my soul” there’s no arguments about who or what they are talking about. It’s not religious or scientific. It’s just a feeling and everyone up there, knows it.
I remember a poster advertising a trip “touching my father’s soul” and it didn’t need a byline. Was it touching with a hand? no… was it a thing called the father’s soul? No. It was a feeling.
You get the feeling when you are in places that are powerful. Like the Himalayas. Powerful because they are in some way primitive, in other ways sophisticated. Primitive doesn’t mean “lacking technology” it means “simple and uncluttered.”
What I’ve worked to do is to bring that experience of touching your soul home from the Himalayas. It’s complicated by the diversity of low intrusion teachings which impose a sort of wet blanket on the experience of heart and soul in life by either teaching the philosophy of it or physicalising it in bliss or meditation.
Touching your heart and soul can’t be imitated. No book, teacher, coach or athletic posture will give it to you. Sure, the chemistry of euphoria might flow through your veins, or the hype of elation may feel like nirvana or grace but it’s not.
Grace, nirvana and heart and soul are truly experienced only when all else falls away. Stripped naked, no money, no partner, no house, nowhere to go, nowhere to go back to, nothing to lose, nothing to gain, no expectations. You can achieve it in everyday life but don’t confuse it because you will definitely not find it sitting on a cushion with crossed legs listening to chanting.
You’ll find it at work.
You’ll find it at home.
You’ll find it where ever you choose. Once you understand what it’s not.
See you soon.