Given the many formulations of what a soul might be (assuming there’s such a thing) what if the soul was an energy-being-body? As in comprising its own unique this-worldly energy system.
Along with its own developmental stages, agenda, reason for being, and destination. An energy being in process to become what it already is.
It’s end goal to be reborn. Liberated from its developmental protective uterine womb. As if its very reason for arriving was to give birth to itself.
Freed like a tree from germinated seed. A butterfly hatching itself from cocoon metamorphosis.
Suppose an encapsulated soul’s existence was dictated by unconscious primordial mythic principles. Unaware of underlying magical crosscurrents.
That a soul could be set free. Should be set free.
No longer in bondage to dominating psychic principles. As if “one over many” morphed itself into “one is many.”
Reborn an infant of symbolical consciousness. Able to figuratively interpret the significance for what’s normally taken as literal. By decoding sense experience as symbolically representative of energetic mythic states.
Initially entered as an undifferentiated dot of singular energy on paper. Followed by a mitotic-type split into bipolar energy channels.
Having each their own independent origination and termination points. Rounding-out a network of web-like passageways.
A dual linear embodiment of status quo systemic architecture. Perhaps the enshrined model of supremacy competition. Looking like any two-way street.
Imbued with fraternal strife and tension. As one energy channel’s aim to hog energy dictatorially to pinnacle ascent.
Occasions remedies to “heal” such imbalance by methods to level the over/under discord. Only to become imbalanced again since the underlying problem needs reconfiguration.
No worries. A solution appears in hand.
In the form of paired energy conduits connecting their origin and termination points. Forging an evolved circular energy orbiting soul.
To recycle energy as could be in a closed system. Bipolar opposites moving bidirectionally without blending or fusing paired essences as if in one channel. With circular advantages over a linear system.
The circulating soul still bound to the rounds of closed systems. Subjugated to suffering primordial mythic constraints. Held fast within its own self-contained sphere.
It’s time to pop the lid. Make like a chick hatch of the batch. If not, spin like cotton candy on the merry-go-round called, “Forevermore.”
If soul liberation was possible, it might look like cutting a circle without beginning or end. Where the cut ends make for a line’s identical start and stop.
Same point happening lizard head to tail. Here to there because here is there.
Liberated energy traveling in a linear fashion no longer terminates at the end. Because it ends at the beginning. Starts at the finish.
Creating a paradoxical durationless-duration between start and finish. The signature of a liberated soul.
Outside the mythic fishbowl show looking in. A soul able to decode the swimming fish’s meaning within.
Something only freed soul can do.
