Global souls

In a way, I think we’re global souls. Actually, universal souls would be more accurate.

We really don’t have a “home” in that sense. Home bases might be a better description for us. The closest to a true home for me would be nature (especially out here on the river) where I can truly relax, let loose, and connect to the universe at large. Otherwise, we have this subterranean knowing that we really don’t belong to a specific place. It’s why we sometimes feel like ancient aliens – intimately familiar with the earth, but not of it.

I’ve travelled quite a bit and even while in different countries and cultures, I never really felt out of place. There was always this vague sense of deja vu rippling beneath the fabric of wherever I went. Maybe it’s that perpetual yet quiet sense of oneness with all. Perhaps it’s that innate connection to the reality that space and time is an illusion, that everything we have experienced and will experience is in the present moment – the now, not the linear. We’ve been there, even when think we haven’t.

For me, the world has no borders. Different cultures, yes. It’s like taking a long walk across town, through different neighborhoods. I don’t feel separate from each culture. There are no races. The cliche that we all bleed the same rings true, but for me it’s a soul level thing. We are all the same soul. Maybe different parts of it, but connected nonetheless to the whole.

We can feel the world so deeply and love without borders because of this. Earlier today I read how the Cambodians have recovered from the Vietnam war, but the bombing and death was so extensive it scarred each of their psyches that they still carry it to this day, even if subconsciously. I read how some foreigners visiting or living there could still feel the sorrow in these people, the psychic trauma withering below. While reading about what happened, I had to emotionally disengage because it was just too much, I was picking up all the trauma and past lives into my psychic heart, and it was hurting.

Disconnected, I felt better and got to the end of the story. But as I looked out to the sky to ponder, I felt a tear roll out of my eye. I wasn’t even aware it was there and then I realized it was a tear from my soul. I can disconnect all I want, but my soul will always be connected.

Our real home is where the heart is. And the heart is where the universe resides. That’s who we are. Universal souls.

By Ray

writer / shutterbug / wanderer / lifelong entrepreneur / reiki master / oral deaf / zigs when others zag / nature lover who kayaks to work ; )
Currently wandering full time in a tiny camper around the continent and sharing the journey along the way.

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