Our Mind, Spirit, and Soul
What drives us, propels us forward, and keeps us afloat?
Our ability to get up in the morning, to deal with the dreary doldrums of our day, and search for hope are fueled by little bits of love, positivity, and respect we collect throughout the day. They are the scoobie snacks our mind, spirit, and soul.
Like Scooby Doo we go crazy for them. There is no maximum number of scoobie snacks we can eat. Truly, the more good-energy we receive the healthier and leaner we can be.
Knowing we need positivity isn’t enough. To harmonize ourselves deeply we must open a door to our inside zones and ask our incorporeal union why we need positivity, love, and respect? How and why do these emotional elements help us achieve harmony; and who are these incorporeal things that make me, me? What do my different parts need to remain productive, healthy, and happy?
Our incorporeal union is made up of our Spirit, Soul, and Mind. They live together in a little nest of dirt we call our body.
What is our spirit? SHE is our feminine, fiery, and magical energy. Her primordial force is the light that illuminates our life, connects us with the divine, and gives us the ability to shine. She is the gentle breeze that reminds us to breathe, our childlike whimsy, and lust for adventure. Our spirit is heavenly, but she is also hungry. Her need to eat is profound, and when she misses a few meals our world begins to melt. If she starts to starve our life becomes doom and gloom, and darkness shrouds our eyes until we start believing our existence is one never ending night.
What is our soul? HE is our masculine might, our order, and unstoppable vigor. His primordial force is purposeful, profoundly intense, and stoic. He is the anchor to our reality, and he serves as our guide, mentor, and protector. Our soul is spectacular, but he can easily become lost in the cold, calculating prison of his own design. When this happens life becomes boring and lifeless, and each day becomes a never-ending blur of sterile light.
Our spirit is a delightful lady who loves to eat, so when she gets her hands on a bountiful pack of scoobie snacks she is as free as can be. These little treats are the essential nutrients she needs, and when she dines on them her pleasure is a majestic sight to see. They make her dance and hum in her seat as she gleefully eats.
Once her tummy is full, she wraps her arms around our soul zones and gives us love. She glows beautifully, encourages us to be strong, and offers us the peace we need.
The longer we are denied our scoobie snacks the more our spirit starves. Her bones become brittle, and weak, and eventually she loses her ability to feel free. When this happens our soul is denied his cheerleader’s hand. This burdens him in bad ways, enslaves him to silly thoughts, invalidates his cool, and unwinds our life in woeful ways.
The soul and spirit are equally amazing parts of our incorporeal union. They process the world through different lenses, are designed to have vastly different roles, and are effectively aliens to each other. Though they are vastly different they are the perfect union, and when they work in tandem their harmony is unstoppable. When they hold hands their bond is eternally unbreakable.
In the wicked world we live most of us are barely surviving, because we exist in a state of perpetual isolation, loneliness, and horror. Our incorporeal inside parts are starving, neglected, and lost. We need something real, something soft, and an anchor to keep us from floating away.
When the spirit is starving and our soul is lost in his matrix of order, it is up to our mind to bind everything back together. Using duct tape, gorilla glue, and wd40, it uses everything we have learned from our philosophies, religion, positive habits, and emotional resourcefulness to make it all better.
The mind is not a great reactionary tool for emotional management. It is our governor, not a marriage counselor. It is great at creating fences to keep our emotional creatures on the farm by setting and maintaining boundaries, but it is not equipped to effectively chase down, calm, and resolve barn yard prison escapes.
Our mind is nobody’s friend, it is the last line of defense we have for emotional survival, and it is the least qualified for the job. It is the most broken, fractured, and disoriented aspect of our existence. It can be cruel, selfish, and often self-destructive. It lacks the gentle touch of the soul, and the ability to feel the moment like the spirit.
We must be proactive with our mind, and reactive with our Soul and Spirit. So take a moment, or maybe a week to think about your scoobie snacks. What do you need to feel free? What do you need to feed your inside zones, to drive you forward, and keep you afloat?
