What Burns Our Thirsty Souls
The soul is the place where the life force resides, from the
first life breath that began our lifetime to the moment our last and final
breath is expelled. This is the most sacred place in the human body; yet all
too easily its existence is ignored as it thirsts for the best we can become to
materialize. A thirsty soul is the result of ignoring and failing to cultivate
the traits that set us apart from other life forms. Compassion, empathy,
kindness, sympathy and even remorse for wrong actions all provide the
nourishment that refreshes our soul. Our highest consciousness exists within
our soul. Ignoring these traits effectively burns our soul, leaving a seared
consciousness that has no conscience. No integrity, morality, principles or
ethics exist in the person with a seared conscience; the very best any person
could be becomes buried in the rubble of resistance to those higher traits.
Where did it all go, the grace that was your
style, the agile figure, the precision of your movement, the clarity of your
mind, the brilliance of your words? It was not a thief who stole these
treasures from you but you and you alone who bartered them for something far
less than you ever dreamed of. Doubt, fear anxiety and hate fill a life
corrupted by failure; one that is filled with quick fixes, an easier path,
greed and a thirst for power become the foundation for these losses that result
in a thirsty soul. There is no room for those joyful memories where these
emotions reside. This is a dark path filled with sorrow. The path back to your
own personal greatness requires new choices
It is against human nature to violate the behaviors that set
us above the animal kingdom. Our instincts are to first survive and then to
thrive in our environment. We were all born with the ability to dream bigger
dreams, to believe in things we could not see and to achieve what appeared to
be an impossible dream. Only when we have lost our way do we reach a state of
seared conscience. If you think all is lost, take counsel; your cries are
heard, passing through the darkness, filtered by the clouds they mingle with
starlight and find their way to the touch of the Master's hand. Be at peace; be
calm.
Though you have no memory of the hand that was placed on
your soft brow as you inhaled your first breath of life, know that dreams and
seeds of great hope accompanied that first breath. The child who was you was
uncorrupted by failure and knew it was all possible. It was this which inspired
you to lay your head on a soft field of grass, look into the fluffy clouds
above you and see what no one else could. This was dreaming, the earliest from
of seeing what could be.
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