A question I’ve grappled with for over a year now is this: Do we humans have a Soul Purpose?
If you’re reading these words you are aware that we are eternal energetic beings temporarily immersed in this dense physical realm.
Related to that truth, I have come to believe (believe, not know) that the reason we come to this realm is to experience that which we are not. Limited and mortal. Through this human experience, our eternal selves learn a lot, expand, and grow. I have heard multiple spiritually connected people talk about how there are long lines right now to get into Earth during this period, that it’s highly desirable, and regardless of how we view our lives, we are very, very lucky to be here, particularly in this era we are witnessing.
How can you understand and appreciate what you are unless you have experienced the opposite? How can you appreciate wealth if you’ve never been poor? How can you appreciate health if you’ve never been sick? How can you appreciate being an unlimited, all-loving, eternal soul without having experienced being a mortal, limited, fearful being?
With all of this in mind, is it the case that we choose to incarnate here for a human life with a specific purpose or purposes in mind?
Did Mozart’s soul incarnate with the intention of creating music, of bringing divine melodies into the physical realm? Or did he just come here for the human experience and within that, he decided to make music?
Did you come here with a specific mission in mind? How specific is it?
Did I come here to experience life as a writer? To experience death before dying, to learn what we are and what this all is with the intention of sharing my learnings with others? Did I come to play a part in the ongoing shift in human collective consciousness? Did I come to play a part in unraveling the stranglehold that corporations have imposed upon humanity? Or are these missions creations of my human mind that don’t matter at all in the grand scheme of things?
Sometimes I know that I came here with those intentions.
And sometimes I know that the last sentence is an invention of my human mind.
I keep flitting back and forth. It is the most pressing question I’ve ever had in my 41 years, and I feel no closer to answering it than I did when I first started obsessing about it.
I’ve asked friends and mentors and coaches about it, I’ve read books and watched hours of videos related to the question. I’ve meditated on it for many, many hours. Still clueless.
There have been times in my life where I’ve experienced hardships that seemed forced upon me by my soul. Not-so-gently pushing me in one direction or the other, even though my human self did not want to go that way even a little bit.
Was that my soul putting me back on my intended path? Or was it my human ego creating hardships because it is within them that I feel the most alive? Or are they recursive loops that emanate from undesirable fractals created in my subconscious during my early childhood…or by my ancestors?
Is there such a thing as an intended soul path? A Soul Purpose? Or do we simply come here, literally only to have the experience, whatever that might be, and whatever happens does not matter at all in the wider reality which is our true home?
Could the latter idea be a mind control mechanism enacted upon us by the controllers of this realm to guide us into a form of nihilism which would render us ineffective?
When I look back on my life, I can piece together something that really seems like a soul plan. Things that seemed horrible at the time turned into blessings. In fact, I can’t think of a single “negative” experience that didn’t transform into a blessing at some later date. In some cases it took many years for the transformation to occur. And so when these “negative” experiences pop up in my life now, although they still suck a fat dick, I have the deep knowing, or at least the faith, that they too will transform.
But the question remains: do I have a Soul Purpose? Or does nothing matter on the soul level and I just came for the experience, whatever it might be?
On the human level, of course a lot of things matter. At least they seem to. But do they have meaning on the soul level? Or do we create that meaning as our human selves?
I’m not sure I’ll ever know the answer to this question, but I’ll continue to seek it. Ideally in a non-obsessive way.
That was supposed to be the last line, but I have more.
What, for me, would answer the question conclusively?
The first thing that comes to mind is that I could become proficient at having conscious out-of-body experiences (OBEs) where I would consciously leave my body and commune with other beings whom I’d immediately know and recognize and remember. They would answer all of my questions, and I would confirm the validity of the answers in my waking life. If the experience were clear and real and profound enough, I think that would be enough for me to know the answer to my question. I suppose that’s why I’ve been so interested in OBEs since I first learned of them in 2012. I want answers!
If you can believe it, I’ve been writing on this site since then. You can go way back and read about some of my OBEs. From the beginning it was one of my visions for this site that I would become proficient at having conscious OBEs, learn profound truths from them, and bring them back to waking life and write about them here to share with you. Obviously that hasn’t happened yet, at least in the way I envisioned. So maybe I need to go deeper into my OBE practice. I did go deep into it starting around the end of last year, but it’s been frustrating. I’ve had very minimal success. It seemed a lot easier for me back in 2012. It actually feels like I’m kind of blocked from having them at the moment. Hopefully that changes in the near future.
Ok, mark my words: in the coming months, I will have multiple conscious OBEs and commune with my “Team” and get the answer to the question of this post, and write about it here.
Stay tuned…
P.S. I was listening to a podcast with Brad Yates (highly recommend checking out EFT tapping), and he said that what first made him delve into the world of spirituality was the book Illusions by Richard Bach, author of Jonathan Livingston Seagull. First of all, my 8th grade teacher Mrs. Gonzales had us read Seagull in class, then write about it. I only remembered reading it, but none of the content. I re-read it yesterday for the first time since 8th grade, and thought it was great. It was also encouraging for me in another way because I didn’t think the writing was all that impressive, although it was good, so it made me feel like I could write something similar. And if you’re familiar with the book, that very sentiment is related to the core message. Anyway, I’m a few chapters into Illusions and love it already. I’ll probably finish it today. I started writing a book with a very similar theme, arguably an identical theme and message, a few months ago, then stopped writing after the first few chapters. But I think I’ll start working on that again. About an hour before I started reading Illusions, I was for some reason reminiscing about my trips to Japan, reflecting on the feel of the different places. I love the feel of Kyoto. I don’t so much love the feel of Tokyo, or the town my dad lived in, Funabashi. But perhaps my favorite feel was in Shimoda. I thought for a while about Shimoda, with the beautiful beaches and the sakura on the sides of the steep mountains, and then an hour later started reading Illusions and the guy’s name is Don Shimoda! Did my soul plan that? Is that my soul telling me I need to keep working on my book? I don’t know and I want to know! Regardless, I’ll start working on it again. I think you’ll like it. Enjoy your day, my fellow human.
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