Four Reflections Concerning the Reality of Soul Life

1. Life without soul
People talk and people think. And people relate. And the soul has no room, As if it does not exist. There is no comprehension of the principles that guides the soul, not to mention a holistic view, of the world in which she lives. The soul is not tangible and perceptible within the restricted boundaries of the rational world, the senses, and social norms – in which our life is being conducted.
And indeed, those three: rationalism, senses and norms, are the three boundaries that create the prison of our perception. We can relate only to things that appear inside this three bared cage.
One bar (of this cage) is the rational thinking: whatever seems and sounds rational and conceivable to us.
Another bar is the five senses: touch, sight, smell, taste and hearing.
The third bar is the social norms: the conventional way of perceiving life and living.
The soul ‘lives’ outside this small prison, in the ‘nature reserves’ of the arts;
There, she is protected in: a gallery, a theater or a concert hall. But there she is also isolated, frozen and sterile. In those places you get simulation of soul-life, not the living and beating dynamic of soul-life. What we find there are the remains of something, a frozen resemblance of the soul.
Indeed she is saved in the ‘nature reserves’ of the arts, but in our day to day life it is almost impossible to find her.
We miss her, not only in the outside world, but also within us; there we pay much attention to our emotions, desires and ambitions, but never to the existence of the soul.
Most people perceive her as some kind of fantasy or a pipe dream. But actually her existence is very much a reality. It is more real then all that is concrete and perceptible for our senses and usual awareness.
It seems to us as if she is simply not there. But she is. It is us who are not here for her. She is the greatest loss of our lives.
For us, her existence is a loud void, a painful absence. An absence that resembles an empty abandoned concert hall that was once filled with classical music and now is full with a bothering silence. If you never heard music playing there, you will not sense this pain, but for those who remember and long for it, entering this place will be joined forever with an ongoing sensation of grief. This analogy is a bit lacking, because longing for the soul is different from longing to what you used to have. It is the longing for something you should have and could have, but never had (only in rare glimpses, for some people).
The best way to describe the absence of the soul is as the combined sensation of a phantom limb of an amputated leg and the feelings a single man has toward the void of the spouse he never had.
We can visit the soul in the exile of the arts, but it is just like visiting a relative in prison; the guards are looking over your shoulders and the experience is limited in time and filled with restrains. It must be brief, and you cannot consummate with your soul.
Those brief visits of the soul in the domains of the arts, can take place while reading a book, listening to Bach, reading poetry, and perhaps it can even occur inside a few rare fractions of life. These are moments when our soul is allowed a stroll within the tall stone walls of the prison yard.
We forgot to remember the possibility of having a life that is in touch with the soul; A soulful way of living.
We live without her. And where there is no soul, everything is dead, frozen and mechanical. Everything becomes artificial and empty, denied of its own dynamics and juice.
Without her we are always on the search for replacement (stimulations); that will keep our minds off the loud void. And as the void becomes louder, the search becomes more intense. We prefer stimulations that are overwhelming, so we won’t to feel even a shred of the soul’s void. If we sense this void, we panic into an intense search for immediate stimulations, in the expectation that it will dull and dim our anxiety that awakens out of this loud void.
2. The power of the soul
In the world we live in, the power of the soul is perceived as weakness. A person, that his soul is his driving force- appears to the others as if he has no backbone and can easily be crashed. And indeed, the power of the soul, in a world that is devoid of a soul, is similar to the power of a sharp and refined lawyer, who is fighting with nothing but his words against armed warriors. And so, when it comes to survival, those who represent the soul, in this soulless world, live a difficult and tragic life. They are forced to conceal and hide their true identity, or else they will be crushed and squashed (just like grapes) under the feet of the others.
3. Soul and technology:
Technology is the greatest antithesis to the soul. It signs the end of the soul. There is a fundamental and an essential contradiction between the two. One must wonder how this massive technology takeover took place.
Did we discover technology the minute we lost touch with the soul, Or perhaps it was the discovery of technology that made us lose connection with the soul?
This is almost a rhetorical question. It seems obvious that a man connected to his soul, will not seek for technology. Technology, in a way, is crutches for the soul–invalids…
So, what is she like?
She is wide, without the urge to spread. She is complete, without the need to expand. Content without a desire to concur, fulfilled without a sense of dissatisfaction. She is there on her own virtues. She exists simply because she is present. The technological man ceases to exist in the absence of technology. His center of gravity has been shifted away from his soul, into the technology which he himself created, and now he is attached to (computers, airplanes, artificial light, newspapers, industrialized food, telephones, television- all of it).
Technology is the sophisticated attire that conceals the poverty of the soul.
4. The language of the soul:
The language of the soul is delicate, insinuated. The soul communicates through eye contact, silences. Through relating to subtexts.
Her language is the language of the symbol and the allegory. To communicat she uses analogies and metaphors.
According to David Dawson, allegory is a metaphor that developed into a narrative. It sounds different then what it really is. The allegory creates distance between the immediate interpretation of the text, and its hidden intent.
Allegoric interpretation of a text must be radical, and that is because it reveals its inner layer, in which the soul exists.
The way of allegoric is in a runabout way, indirectly.
The soul cannot be perceived in a direct and linear manner. She communicates in a way that is subtle and insinuated. She is not linear in her nature. Her language is the opposite of the tangible spoken language. She is seeking out the space between and around words. The space inside words. You can find her there. That is her habitat.
Silence and space are not emptiness in her eyes. It is a place to stay. An invitation to be.
In our public mind we know that in order to be heard we must raise our voice, but in the world of soul- in order to be heard, you need to turn down the volume.
“The body is shouting, the mind is arguing, and the soul whispers”.
The soul dislikes talking. Even through metaphors.
She would rather reverberates to the other party through her own presence.
In order to create reverberation you must be tuned to the same frequency as the other. All the souls are tuned on exactly the same frequency, so if there is another soul on sight, communication will emerge without effort. (if the soul is the center of gravity of that person), It is the same with birds- they all sing the same song with dawn, in perfect harmony, because they are tuned on the same frequency.
Reverberating with another soul is not being alone. It is to step out of the prison, and not only for a stroll, but to really be a part of the endless and magical world of soul-communication. It is an entrance to a primal paradise, when the fruits of the garden are all painted in one color: the color of humanity.
All of this exists. It is present, and yet, so distant. Only one dimension away. A heart beat away. The fact is that our soul is a prisoner inside us. This prisoner is closer to us in a way we will never be.

She is the forth dimension. Only in her, and through her, inner life (real life) can take place.
Gabriel Raam
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