i think about my soul all the time - or maybe i should say it feels like i think FROM my soul, all the time.
i've never thought about how my soul might look, although i've spent much time looking out from my soul - in lucid dreams/OOBE/visions, etc. it
feels like i am just a pair of eyes with a mind attached. my HGA, or guide, whatever, my eternal buddy
is always to my right and we communicate
but i never even look over to him or wonder what he looks like, during these experiences. i guess i don't need to, over there.
i tried what new_here suggested and i couldn't do it - it seemed impossible to try to stuff my soul into my physical cranium. it felt like tremendous
pressure, kind of like when you try to stick two same polar ends of a magnet together - that hard invisible ball? it felt like oppression. but i might
have auto-suggested that idea from reading new_here's post.
so i just cognitively asked myself, "self, what does your soul look like?"
self answered, "nothing. a swirling mass of rainbow fruit flavors. beauty. nothing. blue eyes. nothing."
i do think that the soul-essence leaves the body after the final physical respiration - you know that deep sigh of exhalation sometimes depicted in
movies when someone dies? Morgan Earp in Tombstone is the perfect example of what i mean.
i've seen that and it is just like that! i've seen it many times but not every time. perhaps the volume of that breath varies from soul to soul,
having to do with karma and dharma and life experiences and the sum total of what you take with you opposed to what you leave behind.
i personally believe all we can take with us is the love we've given and the truth we've found. the rest is refuse that is sent to the Great
Recycler of All Life.
but in every instance that i've actually witnessed the moment of someone's death, up close (i was an RN for around 10 years)
, there is a
DEFINITE moment that the body is left behind by the animating force that we call "life."
even if that last soul-expelling breath isn't obvious, the last breath taken always is, no matter what kind of breath it is - one of life or one of
death. the body immediately takes on a different hue in the flesh and there is some indescribable quality that is instantly absent.
this fact, in my own observances, to me is empirical proof that life is not contained in the physical and the seen. i worked with terminally ill
people and the elderly, so i've seen this happen enough times to say 100% is an accurate sample of data. that kind of result in a scientific
experiment is conclusive and so for me, there is no doubt.
i would call our last normal breath the breath of death, and the actual exhalation of the soul-essence our last breath of life. so first death and
well, that's about all i can presently think of, related to soul.
thank you for making me think on it!