How Do We Make Our Souls Perfect?
CHAPTER 1: The Perfection of Souls
The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious—the fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle of true art and true science. —Einstein, Living Philosophies, 1931
The soul itself is the center of all that we have come to call “psychic.” The word itself translates literally to mean “of the soul.” When we embrace our psychic potential, we embrace our soul’s potential—the potential to use our innate ability to connect with the natural forces that lie beyond the material world, beyond the five senses. By calling ourselves psychic, or even intuitive, we are, essentially, referring to our soul’s heightened state of sensitivity or perceptivity to the extraordinary mysteries of life itself.
The longer we make the everyday world our home, the easier it becomes to forget about our spiritual home. As children, we found mystery, magic, and adventure everywhere, in the simplest of things. Our backyards were full of secret gardens, castles, and forts; we were heroes, heroines, magicians, and adventurers, even if only in our imagination. The whole, huge world was an open book, an unknown land to be sought, discovered, and conquered. Life was ensconced in mystery; nothing was yet so familiar that we would tire of it. Today, we find ourselves in a place where all of the lands are mapped and all of the waters are charted. Everything makes sense; everything is explained, categorized, and put into its place. Our world suddenly seems a lot smaller, and a lot less interesting. But that’s reality. Or is it?
Is there more to life than this? Does not a part of us long to rekindle that spirit of adventure in our heart? Has the drag of routine and reality left our senses dull? How has the vibrant adventure of childhood morphed into the rational repetition that so many of us call adulthood? Where has the mystery gone?
The answer is that the mystery hasn’t gone anywhere; we have. Time takes us to a place of sobriety where childhood whimsy withers in neglect. There comes a point in life when we become too self-conscious to play, or to pretend; when reality asserts its dominance over imagination, making us strong and smart, and, ideally, socially adjusted. But, as time passes, we begin to notice a little something tugging at us—maybe a desire to create something, or to play a musical instrument, or to build new things, or to fall in love again—something that keeps us from settling too long into the wake-wash-and-work routine. Something that keeps us feeling alive. Imagine all that we can do, if we set our hearts to it.
Not one thing has been accomplished that has not yet first been imagined. A fertile imagination is a garden in which we sow the seeds of every accomplishment, including the development of our intuition. To free our intuition, we must first free our minds of the limitations that prevent true expression. We must, in the simplest of terms, open our minds to unknown possibility, release our judgments and expectations, and come full circle. We must return to our youthful hearts with the wisdom of our years intact. We must become wise children. It is no surprise that children are often quite open to the spiritual realm. Not only are they chronologically closer to it, in terms of linear time, but they have not been here long enough to let this world condition them to the perimeters of reality. They see while we are blind and they hear while we are deaf, because their minds are young, free, and open. If we want to see, if we want to believe, we must resurrect that childlike imagination. Create. Play. Imagine the possibilities. Be inspired.
If we free our lives from the excess clutter of work, anxiety, and stress, our intuition will regenerate. Our minds will be clearer. Our hearts will be calmer. However, if we continue on the “adult” path with our worldly fears and motivations unchecked, the creeping death (this is a reference to a term used by C. S. Lewis in his writings) will consume us with lives of terminal insatiability. How easily we lose track of our souls when we remain in perpetual pursuit of the perfect life, the perfect person, the perfect fix. When we look outside ourselves for our inner fulfillment, something will always be missing—there will always be something new to buy, a more challenging job to be had, a more interesting person to fall in love with; but when we look within, we will understand that we have all that we truly need.
If we avoid introspection, inevitably, the moment will arrive when our bluff is called, when we have no choice but to burn down the house. Whether this moment comes as a tragedy or as a dream come true, it is a moment when we have the opportunity to replace our illusions with our imagination, our limitations with possibilities, our fears with faith, and our stress with self-expression. It is a moment when life is restored and we are freed. After that moment, we can begin to live in true harmony with our higher selves and our intuition.
Our intuition will always guide us down the path that leads most directly to Heaven. It is not confined by social mores or the status quo, nor is it bound by dogma or earthly tradition. The Eternal One is concerned about nothing more than making our souls perfect.