Pondering the Soul

I've been thinking about my soul, my spirit, as of late. I believe my soul is my eternal spirit that always is, has been and will be. I wonder about all the knowledge soul holds, the wisdom of the ages, lifetimes and heaven.

It's like soul is the part of me that is Gods breath. I've been thinking about when I was born, how I was completely perfect ad fully equipped to deal with this life.

Soul is what you always have that is you, whilst life is what happens to your physical, emotional being. Success in life, is learning how to slough off the unhealthy and unwarranted. Soul seeks to find that purity of birth absent those meddlesome life events.

Soul seeks a form of expression. Each person has a soul purpose, something that naturally, happily flows. To get closer to ones own soul, stop and listen, feel.

Hmmm, I'm supposed to be here. I am wanted and have value. I wasn't born to be used, beaten and abused...no, that was just life happening. I came here, like everyone else, to love and be loved, to experience, to seek and use knowledge, to share and to overcome. My autism isn't in the way, just one facet of who I am. Sure makes life interesting being able to examine things and people so closely, experiencing things most miss.

I don't know...seems like I thought I was born only to give, put out, as it were...now, I'm learning that the world, the earth, peoples and nature...are gifts that give to me. My energetic systems that were built in to bring inward, were completely unused, broken, as it were. I am aware of that. My thinking was broken as well. I'm starting to accept...from others, from the world. I came in to this world to receive, as well as to give. It really has been a one way street. Hmmm, time to fix that.

Awareness is the first step towards changing.

I open both hands, turn them up....and out. I accept all the positives the world has to give, I matter, I am wanted, I belong here.

The outside world is a myriad, a kaleidoscope...if I can narrow my focus, I see amazing things.

I can feel so deeply and experience events fully, whilst others walk thru life, half-undressed and partially asleep. To be awake, ahhhh, the Aspie truly experiences life...much, much more, and tremendously more rich than the average nt.

Don't ever forget...the very positives aspects...of being autistic:)