The Whispers of the Soul
As I reflect on a year passed, I’m becoming deeply aware that this past year was a year of solitude. A year of peace. A year of deep rooting.
It was not a year of loneliness, as I never felt more alive and vibrant than in those precious moments I dedicate to myself. It was a year where I often felt the visitation of my soul, which can only be described as an inner myth. It seemed ancient and full of stories that had yet to be unfolded. A myth that was ready to see the light of day.
The stories showed me what truly matters and what doesn’t. I witnessed outbursts of creativity, clarity, and wisdom.
There is no greater gift I could have wished for. There are no riches, no outside accomplishments that could compare to the embodiment of one’s soul. It’s the simplicity of the soul that makes us feel alive, inevitably offering meaning and enriching our human experience.
Through my Hermit phase, I allowed the inner magician or the wise elder to guide me and open my eyes to the truths unseen and often covered by the illusion our ego so relentlessly places upon us.
Facing one’s illusions can be detrimental but also necessary.
The illusion of time passing makes us obsessed with external accomplishments and the feeling that our moment is inevitably vanishing. In our soul, there is no time, only experience.
The illusion how things are done keeps us off track, while our soul, over and over, places our path right in front of us, encouraging us to walk it. We do walk our path either way, but it is up to us to choose whether we will own it or keep fighting it.
The illusion of our ego’s wants versus our soul’s desires. Desires that come from deep within are our destiny, our highest potential. We can allow our ego to dream as well, but the ego is not in charge. Its purpose is to give us the necessary equipment to follow our soul’s destiny.
The guidance we need comes from those precious moments of solitude. When all around us is quiet, our true voice can emerge.
Our soul will find a way to embody itself. It will find its expression. It will create. It will gift us with unexpected talents. It will show us how to write, paint, heal, lead, sing, and dance.
It is when those visions find their place that the undeniable truth is presented to us: our inner world is real. We are real.