Souls - Part 2: The Soul, the Mind and the Heart

This is the second post in my series about the soul. I posted the first “What is a soul,” in mid-January with the intention to follow up with this post a few weeks later. But events got the better of me, and here we are in early May. I hope I will do better with part three of the series.

What to do?

Part of you wants desperately to do a particular thing:

·         Perhaps there is something tasty that you really want to eat.

·         Maybe you really need a stapler at home and you figure that your office has plenty of them and won’t miss just one.

·         All you want to do is sit on the sofa and watch television.

·         A cashier gives you way more change than you had coming to you, and since the store makes lots of money, it seems fair that you keep it.

·         Or maybe you’re at a party engaging in some mutual flirting with a very attractive person after a few drinks, and you’re confident that this could escalate to an enjoyable sexual encounter before the evening is done.

But another part of you tries to hold you back from doing what that other part desperately wants:

·         You’re on a diet, and you know that tasty morsel is bad for you. 

·         You know that it’s wrong to steal from the company.

·         You know that you should get off your butt, go to the gym, ride your bike or at least go out for a walk.

·         You should tell the cashier about the mistake and give back the money.

·         Either you or the other person (or both) is married or in a relationship, and you know it would be wrong to take the alcohol-influenced flirting any further.

We all find ourselves facing such internal conflicts many, many times throughout our lives. Choosing between “right” and “wrong” has been one of humanity’s most profound questions since we became capable of thought. It’s the stuff that probably gave birth to the science and art of philosophy, and in all of this deep philosophical pondering we have ascribed various causes and characters to the aspects of the struggle. 

We envision it as reasoned control vs. wanton desire, good vs. evil, light vs. dark, our better angels vs. our inner demons. We talk about “giving in” to our base impulses, as opposed to “doing the right thing.”

The Angel vs. the Devil

This struggle is often depicted in stories (and cartoons) as an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other, both trying to convince a confused person to take a particular action. The devil in these caricatures lobbies for immediate, usually physical, gratification. If it feels good, do it! Don’t worry about what other people think or feel, or how it might affect them. Don’t worry about the future. Don’t worry about anything, except fulfilling your desire… now!

The devil represents our lower, more animalistic instincts. Generally, the depictions suggest that these are negative qualities and that to follow the devil and do what we want is wrong.

The angel, on the other hand, tries to convince you to follow a higher road, to not do something only because it might feel good at the moment. The angel tries to get you to consider the ramifications of your actions, for yourself and for others. If it feels good, okay, do it, maybe – but only if it won’t hurt anyone else or cause you problems in the future. 

The angel represents more evolved ideals, associated either with a spiritual morality or a kind of morality derived from intellectual consideration of the best course of action in the big picture. These are understood to be positive qualities and to follow the angel is to do what is right.

If a person consistently follows the devil’s advice and gives in to the base desires, he or she is considered bad, weak, lacking good morals, unenlightened and deserving of scorn. The person who consistently spurns the devil’s advice and follows the angel is seen as good, disciplined, strong-willed, having a positive character and worthy of praise and admiration.

And it seems that only a few people are able to always follow the higher road with that angel. A greater number of people, it seems, are more likely to follow the low road, at least most of the time. Many of us aspire to follow the higher path and perhaps do so most of the time, but we all have moments when we fail and let the devil have its way with us. We praise the person who almost always makes the “right” choice and vilify those who consistently follow the low road.

If it’s just an occasional slip, we usually are forgiven and not thought of too badly. After all, to always follow that “angel’s” advice can seem boring and deprive a person of some of the fun of life.

Real, External Forces?

These caricatures can be funny and thought-provoking, and most of us can relate to the notions they represent. And they help us to take a concept that is vexing and difficult to understand and present it in a simple way. But most of us understand that there is not really a pair of cartoon characters sitting on our shoulders and whispering into our ears.

Still, the idea of the angel and devil can be symbolic of what many people believe: that we are influenced directly by external, spiritual forces that try to coax each of us toward their directions. A force of “evil,” represented by the devil, that plants negative, evil thoughts into our minds and tries to draw us that way. Many people believe that this is not just symbolic, but a real evil spirit doing its worst to us.

Meanwhile, the “good” force – again, external – tries to convince us to follow a better path and, in this way, to save us from some terrible judgment and eternal punishment. The only thing for us to do is decide which external force to align with.  That’s our choice. But the “goodness” and “badness” are essentially external.  We are like pawns in their continual struggle for control.

Nothing Spiritual about It?

Still some other people – mainly those who do not believe in any higher power – would tell you that this is just the thinking process of a more highly evolved animal; it’s simply the mind vs. the body.  They see it as the differing points of view conjured up in the mind.  The mind considers what the body wants on one hand and, on the other hand, whether there are any consequences of doing what the body signals that it wants. 

If there are no serious consequences, or if the mind determines that the pleasure justifies the consequences, then it allows the body to go for it.  For such people, this is all there is to it. We are just animals, albeit a little more intellectually advanced than your typical aardvark.

The Soul Mind vs. the Physical Mind

I hold a somewhat different view, one for which I found an interesting correlation in Michael Newton’s Journey of Souls, the book that inspired me to write these posts about the subject of souls. Newton wrote that there is a difference between the “soul mind” and the “physical mind.” The soul mind is the cognizant energy of your soul, while the physical mind is the sentient, controlling power of your human brain.

According to the accounts of the many subjects Newton interviewed in a hypnotic state of (alleged) past-life regression, the soul enters the body sometime before birth. Usually it enters during an early stage of the person’s physical development, but sometimes the soul waits until just before birth to join with the body and physical mind. At least one subject stated that it is “boring” for the soul to spend a long time in the womb.

Before birth, the soul mind loses its recollection of previous lives, past experiences and lessons learned, at least on the surface. But those memories and lessons are there with the soul, under the surface or existing in the soul’s nonphysical dimension. From this spirit-world level of understanding, the soul attempts to influence the person toward the goals the soul had set out for itself before entering the body.

The physical mind, on the other hand, has its reality based purely in the physical world in which it exists and can sense.  Its perspective of life is based on what it can see, hear, touch and feel… what it is able to identify as “reality.”  Human needs, desires and dramas are what move this mind.

The soul’s mission is to tame this physical mind, to get the “wild child” to work with it jointly toward the soul’s goals.  And in this struggle, the soul has successes and failures that add to its experiences and development, and carry it along the life path it has chosen.

Now, this does not mean that the physical mind is always “weak” in its character, forever opting for wrong choices, but this does seem to be the usual case. And the soul is not always a perfectly correct being, a paragon of moral and spiritual good. Souls spend many lives over thousands of years learning and growing, so it stands to reason that many souls lack the strength and knowledge to subdue their physical partners and act on a higher level, especially in the earlier stages of their journeys.

So-called “young souls” have a lot to learn and probably find it very difficult to get the better of the physical side. But even a more veteran soul can find itself facing real challenges to overcome the mind and body it occupies. This is the point of having many human incarnations: the soul can’t grow if living in the physical dimension becomes too easy. So even quite advanced souls have battles with their physical minds; they choose situations in which they face increasingly higher levels of difficulty and increasingly more subtle challenges.  Sometimes the soul loses the battle, but it gains experience and strength for the next go-around.

Souls are not Infallible

Souls, throughout their development, are not perfect beings. They can make mistakes during their incarnations, which allows the physical mind to assume more control.  In Journey of Souls, Newton also wrote about situations where a strong physical mind can overwhelm the soul mind, especially if is a younger soul and not prepared for the challenge. In most cases, the soul mind recovers from the experience during the purely spiritual existence between physical lives. And that recovery helps the soul to become stronger from the experience.

But in some cases, the soul itself becomes what Newton described as “bent” by the strength of the physical mind. Such bent souls require a much greater amount of help and teaching between lives to recover and continue. Some souls, Newton’s subjects reported, become too bent for correction. It was not clear what happens to such souls, but the suggestion was that they wind up being sort of “uncreated.”

Perhaps this explains why we often get such evil persons in our midst. Serial killers, mass murderers, child predators and other sick puppies may be the result of bent souls. And maybe this explains how we can wind up with such dastardly and evil individuals like Attila, Mao, Pol Pot, Che Guevara, Hitler, Stalin or Putin.

It’s Not Black and White

Another aspect of this competition between the soul mind and the physical mind is that the notions of what is right or wrong are rarely clear and absolute. More often there are multiple shades of gray, and whether some action is right or wrong depends on many factors. What seems wrong in one situation might be right – or at least acceptable – in another.

Doing things that might not seem completely “right” by the standards of society is part of growing up, experimenting, gaining new experiences and insights, and getting the full sense of life in this physical dimension. Plus, society’s rules are not always the right way, at least not for everyone.

So the soul mind has to strike a balance, not only in its interaction with the physical mind, but even with itself as, together, the soul, mind and body navigate the physical realm and accumulate experiences, knowledge and insight. This combined team learns the thrill and joy of unbridled passion and adventure (even if it’s not universally accepted as right), the stability and comfort of conforming to what has been accepted as the right way, and where to draw the line between the two.

The Heart

Most human societies throughout time have associated the physical organ, the heart, with the most positive human emotions and behaviors: love, compassion, kindness, selflessness, etc. Of course, we know that the heart – while an essential organ – is really nothing more than a muscular blood pump. The “heart” associated with those positive traits lies somewhere else.

It seems to me that the heart, in this context, is that part of the soul mind that concerns itself with the well being of others. To the extent that the soul is able to get the physical mind to agree that putting others ahead of the self is the better way, a person can be said to have a good heart. Those for whom the soul cannot sway from more selfish path are said to be cold or even heartless.

Often too, it happens that we see advantages for ourselves in showing more heart and being less selfish. It may not be a “sneaky strategy,” and few people are truly altruistic, but often we learn that we get more out of life when we give more to others.

One thing I have noticed about myself is that while my physical mind may win out too often in the struggle over smaller, more personal things, like health choices, eating habits, dedication to work, etc., my soul seems to have won the physical mind over pretty well with regard to “having a heart.”

I have had moments in my life when I took a selfish path and hurt others, but it was never with hurt as an intention or without thinking very long and hard about it. And it’s been more often the case, especially in the past few decades, when I’ve given what I could, even without being asked.

This doesn’t make me anything special, in my opinion, just someone whose soul and mind have agreed that a heart is a good thing to have. Some years ago I received one of the best compliments I ever got when a girl I knew simply turned to me on a bus ride back from a baseball game and said, “you know, you’ve really got a good heart.”

What could be better than that?

There is a lot more that I could write on this subject, but it has to stop someplace or it will never get posted.  Part 3 of this series will be about “soul mates” and “soul friends.”  I hope I’ll get it done more quickly than I did this one.

Swiss Journal - May 2014

This post is sort of a diary of my trip to Switzerland over the May holidays to visit my daughter and her family. I am not writing about events so much as thoughts and impressions.  I am posting it with some starting thoughts, but I’ll add to it as the trip progresses, and probably even after that.

·         Switzerland is an absolutely gorgeous place.  This is especially true in the peaceful, rural areas, away from the bustle of cities like Geneva.  On Sunday, I took a walk with my camera along some paths in the farmland above Lake Geneva and took a few photos.  On Monday, my daughter and I went walking together, and she took this beautiful shot of Mount Blanc – which is in France, far across Lake Geneva – with some of the local farmland in the foreground.

·         In Kharkiv, we have this idea that Western Europeans are perfectly clean, always follow laws and rules, and have none of the rudeness that seems to be so common in our public lives.  They do have almost perfect roads, which I wrote about in this post called Substandards of Living from 2012.  But I was surprised today in Geneva to see how much disdain pedestrians have for the walk signals at crosswalks.  They ROUTINELY walk across on red if there is a break in traffic.  On the other hand, Swiss drivers are FAR more patient and considerate about stopping for pedestrians at crosswalks without lights. 

·         There are a LOT more smokers in Geneva and Vienna than I would have expected.  That is one habit that seems to die hard.  

·         Zombies exist and have practically taken over in Geneva.  Everywhere, you see people hypnotized by their mobile phones and other devices.  The zombies are on trains, in cars, in cafes, on the streets, and even on bicycles.  I am convinced that these devices were designed to bring out the inner idiots in people.  And they seem to be hugely successful.  It sort of validates what I wrote about in this post about Losing our Humanity.  While I was in Geneva today, I saw a man in a suit talking on his phone while trying to ride a bicycle along a very busy city street.  But the most fun was the texting girl who walked right into another person in Starbucks and spilled the other person’s coffee.  It was classic!

·         I really like Switzerland… very much!  It’s a shame, however, that I can’t speak a lick of French.  In Geneva (as in Vienna Friday morning), almost everywhere I went, I found people who spoke at least some English.  But in the villages and towns, it’s not the case.

·         It’s an interesting tendency I have: when I am someplace where the locals don’t speak English, my fallback inclination is to want to use Russian.

·         Hundreds of airplanes seem to pass over the Lake Geneva area every day.  It’s obviously a major pathway in all directions.  I don’t think I have ever seen so many contrails.

·         Today I sat in a city park next to Lake Geneva for a while.  It was nice and relaxing.  Everything was green, except for the multicolored flowers expertly placed in stylish pots along the wall separating the lake shore from the park.  The only drawback was the noise of the busy city street behind me.

·         Sitting by the lake, I tried not to think… just be.  But it’s hard.  My mind still goes to the problems in Ukraine, the events in Odesa and Donetsk, my worries about Kharkiv, my own life there, and my friends.  I can’t help wondering what’s going to happen and what I may have to do.  I have a lot of thoughts and things I want to write about this situation.  I hope I’ll find the inspiration to get it done.

·         There are days, like today, when my body is especially insistent about making sure I realize that I am not 25 anymore.  My back has been hurting since I left Kharkiv, and my knee decided to act up today, which all resulted in a pretty slow pace around Geneva.  When I get back, I absolutely have to get into some real therapy for my back.

·         I met a friendly cat this evening as I was walking back to the place where I am staying.  I had met this beautiful orange cat before on a previous trip.  It reminds me a bit of my former cat, Nekko… or at least how I thought he would grow up to look.  This cat is large, healthy and very well filled out.  Nekko wound up being sort of scrawny and with terrible matting in his long fur.  Still… he was a sweetheart.  I wrote a bit about Nekko (and his sister, Koshka) in the post called A Sick Cat.

·         I managed to make real progress on my second blog post about souls.  The first part, “What is a Soul,” was posted in mid-January, and I had planned to follow up with the second part after a few weeks.  Obviously, it hasn’t happened yet.  I bought a notebook and wrote while I was sitting by the lake.  I think I will be able to finally finish the post in another day or so.

·         UPDATE: I got the post done and posted.  The subject is "The Soul, the Mind and the Heart."

·         It's been cold here at night.  Temperatures have been down in the low single digits (Celsius), and Sunday night it actually dipped below freezing. Temperatures inside the room where I've been staying have been as low as 12 degrees C.  Yesterday was warm and perfect, without the high winds we had over the weekend.  That made it a perfect day to go into Geneva.  And this morning (Tuesday) the day is starting out to look very nice.  But it's a mountain trick; the forecast suggests that the rest of my days here will be mostly cool, cloudy and occasionally rainy.

·         Oh-oh... I feel a cold coming on.

·         And the cold came.  I felt miserable Tuesday and spent about 15 hours in bed Tuesday evening.  Getting better now, and it hasn't put a damper on the trip.

·         It's hard to believe that you can actually "savor" the aroma of cows, but you can.  Or at least, I can.  Being in this rural environment is so great - and such a change from the city - that even the smell of cow dung in the air is a delight.  It's just part of the charm, along with singing birds, peace and quiet, and beautiful landscapes.

·         Even when you are away on vacation and enjoying the change of pace, it's good to hear from someone back home.  I had a brief Skype chat with one of my friends in Kharkiv.  It is nice when someone reaches out to say "hello, how's it going?"  It reminds you that you do have a community to return to.

·         On the flip side, however, I was informed that my hot water will be shut off the day after I return to Kharkiv for the annual MONTH of system maintenance.  I need to enjoy my nice hot showers while I can.

·         This is my "Swiss Diary," but I should also mention that I spent most of a day in Vienna on my way.  Nice city, and I only got to explore a fraction of it.

·         Looking at this post in the regular "view" mode (as opposed to the "edit" mode) makes me more than a little disappointed that Blogger has such poor formatting.  It can't seem to take a properly laid-out document from MS Word and keep the formatting.  And what's more, when you go back in to edit or add new sections, the formatting goes crazy.  I really don't like this.

·         Saturday, 11 May. I spent several hours in the morning walking around the town of Nyon (pronounced "Ne-ouh"), which is situated on Lake Geneva. It was a beautiful, sunny morning. Very peaceful and quiet. There were a lot of bicyclists out because it was such a perfect day. There is a pedestrian mall in the center where there are many shops, including a lot of open street markets. People were just getting ready and set up there. There are also a lot of very old buildings, including a castle. By chance, I happened upon a group of people playing Alpine horns.

·         As I sat beside Lake Geneva and admired the beauty of it all, I wondered what it looked like there before people settled the area. That was thousands of years ago, of course. I often think about this when I am in a naturally beautiful place, and I wish there could be a way to travel back in time and see it.

·         Another thing that almost always crosses my mind when I am in places like that is how much nicer it would be to share the experience with some one special. It seems that almost all of my world travels have been solo experiences and, for that reason, a little lonely.

·         There are quite a lot of mixed-race couples and families here. I have noticed it before, and it was very apparent today in Nyon. It i quite unusual in Ukraine. No matter what your opinion might be about this, it's just a fact of life in many places. People of different races meet and sometimes fall in love. Families result. Such families are still the minority, even here, but they are certainly more common here than in many other places. It seems to me that it must be more comfortable for them - and especially for the children - in a place where it is not considered so unusual.

·         In a related matter, I also saw a lot of political posters on the main square that were related to immigration issues. Some obviously were in support of immigration controls, while others complained of xenophobia among the people who want more control over who comes into Switzerland. As I understand it, this is s big issue in the country these days and is part of a growing problem between the European Union and Switzerland (which is not an EU member).

·         One thing I will never get used to is eating French fries with mayonnaise. For me, it just has to be ketchup!

·         Another thing I've seen on each of my three trips to Switzerland, as well as on my trip last year to Budapest, and have never been able to accept is people bringing their dogs with them into shops, cafes and restaurants. Yes, I am sure that they love their pooches and think of them as practically being people. But, I mean, come on... they are dogs, animals! They don't belong in places where I am going to eat my food. It's hard to enjoy your meal with a flea train at the next table.

·         It seems to me that people have become way too silly about their dogs, even in Kharkiv. Besides thinking that it is acceptable to bring the mangy critters into public eating establishments, we see people walking their mutts with expensive collars or ridiculous looking sweaters or other clothing. What happened to the days when dogs were dogs? When did we start treating them like little children? What has happened to people? Maybe it's because we have created all these breeds of little yappy dogs that don't look like dogs at all; they look more like long-haired rats.

·         Once again my travels out of Ukraine have confirmed a very important point about the country I have called home since 2008: there are no more beautiful girls in the world than in Ukraine. I was not impressed at all with Vienna in this regard. And while the parts of Switzerland I have visited are not so bad, they are still far behind Ukraine. 

·         Made "Mother's Day" omelettes for Cristin and myself this morning. They came out perfectly, which is easy to do when you cook with quality pans on a modern stove, as opposed to mine which tilts to the left. Then it was off to the airport. Despite my back pain, it was a really great visit. I miss them already.

·         Geneva Airport: Access (via train) is excellent. Check-in was fast and easy. Security check... well, not so great. The lines are long. I remember it being like that last time too. Still, it's certainly not the worst airport I've been in (that "honor" goes to Semey (or Semipalatinsk) in Kazakhstan.

·         Speaking of trains, I love the trains I've used to go in and out of Geneva. These are the smoothest, quietest trains I have ridden. You don't hear the metallic sounds of wheels against the rails, and you hardly feel the movement at all. Quiet and comfortable... a nice way to travel.

·         I was sitting at a coffee shop in the airport when a group of Arabs came in - three men and three women. The men were dressed in modern casual clothes: T-shirts, sweatpants or jeans, trainers, etc. The women were head to toe in the kind of black outfits that allow only their eyes to show. The men sat at a different table from the women and never spoke to them. It was like they were two separate groups of people. When they were ready to leave, one of the men snapped something rudely at the women, who dutifully got up and followed the men. Yeah, I know... we're supposed to be "tolerant" of other cultural traditions, but I find the way they treat their women to be nothing short of disgusting. What kind of "culture" treats half of their population as almost like animals?

·         I mentioned before about digital-device zombies. On the flight from Geneva to Kyiv, I took note of all the people who were glued to devices of one kind or another. Whatever happened to reading (a real book), or just closing your eyes and listening to music while your mind wanders off? That's what I do; I listen to instrumental music, close my eyes, and just think. I let myself get deep into thought, not be superficially entertained by games and movies and messages. The worst was the guy sitting across the aisle from me (he was an American), who went back and forth between his tablet (with a keyboard) on which he was watching a news program (MSNBC - ugghh!), his smartphone, and two other devices. Again, I am convinced that we are becoming little more than smart monkeys.

Euromaidan: Why Should I Care?

My next post was supposed to be part two in my series about souls.  But I feel moved to write about Euromaidan instead.  This is the name that has been given to the antigovernment protest movement here in Ukraine. 

The protests have turned deadly in the past week.  There are different reports on the numbers killed or injured, and how it happened – this depends on the source of the report – but no one denies that there HAVE been fatalities now among the protesters.  In the past few days, protests have spread from Kyiv to other parts of Ukraine, and government buildings have been occupied in a number of cities.  Things are getting ugly and dangerous, and no one really knows how this is going to turn out.

Last week, like many people, I replaced my profile photos on Facebook and VKontakte with black squares with thin ribbons of blue and gold.  I did this as a small show of support for my many friends and acquaintances here for whom this is a serious and important matter.  And on Facebook, I’ve subscribed to some Euromaidan news services and shared a number of articles and photos.

The other day, an acquaintance noticed I had done this and asked me why.  He was curious to know why I should care about this: it’s not my country, I have the freedom to leave if I want, and (he suggested) it’s not about my life.  So why, he wondered, should I take such an interest in the Euromaidan movement.

My answer at that moment was not as complete as I would have liked, but it moved me to give it more thought and to write about it here.  Although it is relatively quiet in Kharkiv – which is actually a strong bastion of support for the current government and the ruling Party of Regions – I am very concerned about what is happening in the country now.  Here’s why.

More than anything, it is about people – people I know and care deeply about.  Because my concern for these people is the most important reason, I will save that part of the explanation for last.

What it’s About

Just a bit of background for those not here and fully aware of why this is happening.  These protests are not just about Ukrainians being disappointed that the government refused to sign the Association Agreement with the European Union.  Ukrainians want a better country, and many felt that the move toward Europe was their best hope.  So they were rightly outraged when, after several years of pro-Europe rhetoric and negotiations on the agreement, President Yanukovich suddenly decided not to sign it. 

But that was just the spark that lit the fire.  The fuel for the fire is Ukrainians’ long-simmering anger with the lack of real democracy in the country and the overt corruption of the Yanukovich regime and of government at all levels.

Members of the regime and its close associates have enriched themselves in ungodly fashion since Yanukovich won the presidential election in 2010.  Meanwhile, inflation has eaten away at the ability of regular people to keep up in the struggling economy.

And the regular people are fed up with seeing the rich and privileged be able to do whatever they want – even injuring or killing others – and face few or no consequences.  If you have money and friends in the court or other high places, the law doesn’t have to apply to you.  

The politically motivated trial and jailing of the opposition leader Yulia Tymoshenko was another overtly lawless act.  She is not a "clean" politician either, and only about half the country supported her in the 2010 election, but nearly everyone recognized her jailing for what it really was: a move to muzzle opposition to the regime.  And this shook people's faith further.

Courts and police exist more to protect the powerful and steal for themselves rather than to "serve and protect" the citizens.  People want real rule of law that protects everyone equally, and they’ve finally had enough of living in a two-tiered legal system.

Of course, the people who have power are desperate to maintain it.  When the people offer no resistance, it’s easy.  But when the people are finally fed up and start to fight back, such a regime can quickly become brutal, especially when they have the police to do the work for them.  The stories from Kyiv and elsewhere of kidnappings, beatings and even killings of protesters and journalists are chilling. 

These crimes are being perpetrated not only by police but by an informal force of athletic young men called “titushki” who are recruited by the government from sport clubs, especially martial arts clubs.  They are high on brawn and low on brains - classic thugs.  These neanderthals are paid the equivalent of $25 to $50 per day to attack peaceful protesters or to discredit the protest movement by pretending to be antigovernment protesters trying to ignite confrontations with police.  Strangely, the titushki are never arrested for their crimes.

Perhaps most galling was the government’s rush passage more than a week ago of a law that essentially bans and criminalizes any antigovernment protest or expression of opposition to the current regime.  The various points of the law range from farcical to Orwellian, and the response has been big and it has been violent.

With these kinds of abuses going on, it’s impossible to stand by quietly forever.

Despite the Warts, Politics are Important

It is understandable that most people prefer to not pay attention to politics.  Politics is often an ugly, nasty thing.  It seems that, by their nature, politicians are greedy, egotistical liars who get into the political swamp only to find personal benefit, mainly in the form of wealth and power.  Of course, there are exceptions – the rare people we look for to rise above cynical self-interests and provide ethical, reasoned leadership for the betterment of the country and its people. 

But, like it or not, politics decides the direction of our lives as parts of the societies in which we live.  Ignore it, and you leave it to others to decide for you.  Participate in some manner, and at least you make an effort to set a better direction for yourself and your family.  If enough like-thinking people get involved, it can make a difference.  This is why I choose to be involved, even if it only means being well informed and perhaps passing some of this information along to others. 

I am very critical of the American government, especially the last two administrations, and most especially the current one.  If I were there, there’s no doubt I’d be an active Tea Party member.  But although the American government is clearly abusing its Constitutional powers, it can’t hold a candle to the gross lawlessness and abuse of people being committed by the government here. 

In the face of such abuse, it’s impossible to stay quiet.  Keeping your head in the sand only makes it easier for others to come along and kick you in the ass.  It’s just my nature to take an interest and to care about such things.

It’s Not My Life?

I have been living more or less regularly in Kharkiv since late 2007, and I expect to get my permit next week to stay for another year.  I have a nice circle of friends and many good acquaintances.  My work teaching English has been very good for me, and the overall experience has taught me much and, I hope, made me a better person. 

So a large portion of my life, both in terms of time and personal attachments, has been spent here.  So what happens here definitely has an effect on my life.  The notion that I can just fly away whenever I want is simplistic and really not true.  This place is a part of me.  So from a personal perspective, it matters very much.

What Matters Most: People

The thing that affects me the most are the people I know here – people who have been a part of my life, in some cases, for almost seven years, people I care deeply about, people who I want to know are safe, secure and happy.  Friends and students have shared their dreams for the future (and sometimes their fears), and I want them all to realize those dreams and not have to face the fears.

They are the dreams that any of us would have: to fall in love and raise families; to have good jobs and a secure lifestyle for those families; to enjoy comfortable homes, modern conveniences and reliable infrastructures; to feel safe in their homes, their cars and on the street; and to have the freedom to travel and see something of the world.  Mostly, they want a good and fair country, one that can rival the standards of any country in Europe – not a country that clings to a stale Soviet past or a dictatorship in which only a privileged few can benefit.

It is because I do care so much about these people that I should and do care about what is happening in the country.  There are some individuals here who I sometimes wish I could just whisk away to a better life someplace else.  But I don’t have that power.  And while that might be a nice answer for some, for most the answer is to make Ukraine such a bright place to live that emigration would not even be a consideration.  This is their country; they don’t want to leave it, they want to make it better.

I was really moved the other day by some words that one girl wrote on social media.  She commented that she was afraid about what’s been happening, afraid that a serious line has been crossed with the killings and kidnappings and all the anger.  She also mentioned that she is ashamed to live in a city where the local government forces civil workers to attend rallies in support of the ruling political party. 

But more, she felt ashamed that she tries to pretend things are OK and even more ashamed that she is thinking more frequently about emigration.  But she finished by saying that she loves Ukraine and Kharkiv, despite the cynical nature of the people, and she wants to believe that by summer things will be normal again. 

I hope things will be normal again soon too.  More than that, I hope that what is happening now, as difficult and frightening as it might be, will lead this country closer to being a place in which my friends’ dreams will be easily realized and their fear a thing of the past.

This is why Euromaidan matters to me.

Souls - Part 1: What is a Soul?

What is a soul? 

Is a soul the same as a spirit?  How does the idea of the “soul” differ from the figurative notion of the “heart”?  What is the relationship between the soul and the mind?

Do you have a soul?  Does everyone have one?  Could you have more than one?  Could two or more people share the same soul?

If souls exist, are they eternal?  Is the idea of an eternal soul just a fiction we create to make ourselves feel better about death?  Where do our souls go when we die?  Do they stay in one eternal place, or do they return to Earth to experience new lives (reincarnation)?  Do they eventually stop reincarnating and live on forever in some kind of paradise?

If we reincarnate, do we come with our friends?  Are the closest people to us actually “kindred souls” who travel with us through various lives?  Is there such a thing as a soul mate, a soul that is particularly special to your own?

Wow!  That’s a lot of questions! 

These are questions that greater minds than mine (and that’s almost everyone) have tried to answer since we hunted animals with stone-pointed sticks.  But these are also questions that can stir strong feelings, even anger, when they seem to contradict deeply ingrained religious beliefs or go up against fervent secular or even antireligious sentiment.  That said, in my next few posts, I am going to tackle the subject of souls from my own personal perspective. 

Spirituality is something I’ve pondered to one extent or another since I was a kid.  And trying to understand how my soul (and others) fits into the mix has been a key part of my pondering.  At several points in my life I’ve been deeply involved in spiritual thinking and reading, while at other times more worldly concerns have forced such considerations to the sidelines. 

But I seem to be entering into a more contemplative stage these days, getting better about meditation, reading, etc., so perhaps it’s a good time to address it in this blog.  I’m going to write about how I see the subject of souls, but I am certainly no scholar on the subject.  I am writing from my own beliefs and from what I have absorbed from selected readings.  In doing this, I do not intend to diminish or offend anyone else’s points of view, and I hope no one will take it that way – even if my views seem 180 degrees out from yours, or if I approach it with some humor at times.

Souls Are Our True Realities

First of all, I do believe in souls.  But I don’t believe that I “have” a soul; I believe that I AM a soul who happens to have a physical body at this moment.  As the famous saying goes, “I am a spiritual being having a physical experience.”  The soul is the true essence of who each of us is, but this essence is wrapped up inside a complicated and petulant physical mind and body (more about that next time).

And I believe that we all have souls.  Well, there was one person who might have been muddling along in this existence without a soul.  She was my immediate supervisor when I worked for an agency of the Colorado government, and she was such a rotten person that I think even her soul might have become disgusted and left her.

It seems to me that there is only room for one soul per body, although there is that occasional schizophrenia problem.  And I’ve read that a soul might split and occupy two or more bodies simultaneously, which could account for some of my more bizarre dreams.  But seriously, it seems to me that we are generally matched one soul to one body.

I believe in reincarnation – that we experience physical lives multiple times, learning and growing from each incarnation.  This is not a popular belief among the Abrahamic faiths (Judaism, Christianity and Islam), which tend to hold that you only get one shot at life and are judged on how you do in that one go-around.

And, of course, the secular types – atheists and those who just don’t think about it at all – figure that everything we do or say is based on some sort of electro-chemical reactions.  To them, the notion of a soul seems silly in the first place, so reincarnation would be silly multiplied by ridiculous.

My Recent Catalyst

Why have I been thinking more about souls recently?  Well, not long ago, a friend recommended a book called Journey of Souls by Michael Newton, Ph.D.  It is not a new book – it was published in the mid-1990s – but, although I have read many spiritual books over the past 20 or so years, I had never read that one before.  Newton is a behavioral psychologist who specializes in using hypnotherapy to help clients “regress” past their childhood and birth to talk about their past lives and their experiences in between those lives.  The book is based on his work with hundreds of such clients.

The main point of the book is the author’s view of how souls move from one life to another, what they do between earthly lives, and how they advance and grow from “new souls” to “older souls” to “guides” and eventually merge with “the source.”  So, of course, the notion of reincarnation is paramount in this book.  And while there are other ideas in the book that are in tune with my own ideas, there are aspects that I viewed with some skepticism.

But this is not intended to be a review of the book.

I was quick to read this book when my friend suggested it because she is someone I recognize as being a unique and possibly special person in my life at this time.  That fact, combined with the nature of the conversation that spurred her to mention the book, made it clear to me that it was something I needed to read now.  

My friend and I were having an interesting and pretty deep conversation, and we got on the subject of souls, reincarnation and, more specifically, the notion of “soul groups.”  Long ago, before I had ever read anything on the subject, I realized that there are a small number of people we meet in our lives with whom we seem to have an unusually strong connection, one that is difficult to explain.  And it occurred to me that perhaps these are special souls, part of a particular group of souls to which we belong. 

When we come to Earth, we do our best to find each other and to help each other with our particular purposes in life.  These people may be close friends, spouses, lovers, parents, children, etc.  Or they may appear as an authority figure, like a teacher, athletic coach or a work manager.  They might be with us for years, perhaps even most of our lives, or they might only come for a short time, just enough to give us the messages or lessons that we need, then they are gone until the next life when they might take different, more permanent roles.

On the other hand, our parents, children, many of our friends, or even our spouses might not be members of our specific soul group, at least for this particular incarnation.  So it can be difficult to know exactly who in our lives is part of this group and who isn’t.  We can’t judge only from the connection we think we feel, because often this “connection” is blurred or exaggerated by other factors, such as physical attraction, intellectual fascination or being thrown together in some dire situation, such as combat or a deadly emergency.

Anyway, my friend and I got talking about this, and I discovered that she agreed completely with my “crazy idea” (sad for her).  She mentioned that she had read something similar in the book and suggested it to me.  The book has added a lot to my own perceptions, but I’m still working on the areas where it seems to fall short or where there are just differences in view.

What Is a Soul?

The simple answer is that a soul is energy.  But everything, really, is energy: material objects are just energy vibrating at frequencies that allows it to coalesce into physical form.  So that’s hardly a complete answer. 

Maybe souls are “intelligent energy.”  But that would suggest that there is such a thing as “stupid energy.”  That might apply to politicians, but probably not much else.  I think the idea of intelligent energy as a definition is getting warmer, but not quite there. 

As I understand it, Buddhists consider the “soul” to be nothing more than a stream of consciousness, a channel of energy that has self-awareness, is conscious of what it is and what it does.  In other words, it is sentient.  But they don’t see each soul as a unique entity unto itself with its own purposes, desires, intentions… its own “personality.” 

In the Buddhist model, this stream of consciousness enters the body and mind, gives it life, and merges with it to create an individual, sentient person.  But after the death of that person, this stream of consciousness reincarnates in another individual, without memories or learned lessons from previous lives and without a particular purpose.  So in this sense, there is no eternal, individual soul. 

I can’t subscribe to that depiction.  Neither can I accept the idea that our souls gets just one chance at a physical life, are judged on the results, and then spend the rest of eternity either in a paradise or a place of torment.  I don’t believe that God, the Universe, the Creator, the Source, or however you want to describe it, would put us in such an all-or-nothing situation.

This is a good point, I suppose, to say a few words about the notion of God. One problem with trying to define the soul is that it seems to require some definition of that which creates the soul.  I like the word God, even if I don’t necessarily mean it in the same sense as traditional Judeo-Christian usage. 

I’ve noticed over the years that many people prefer to use terms like the Universe, or the Creative Power, or the Source, or myriad other words, and I think it’s because they are afraid of the word God. Perhaps they have a grudge against Christianity, and they don’t want their cool, New Age friends to think they are closet Christians.  

But that attitude has always seemed a little too elitist for me; they want to make a point that they are not Christian or even that they are anti-Christian.  The real Christians I know are good people, and that elitist attitude, in my view, is crap.  I like the word God, and I don’t care what perceptions other people have when I use it.

Humans have tried to define God since the beginning of our ability to even think or talk about it.  The mysteries of creation and existence have been explained through pantheons of gods and goddesses and assorted supernatural beings, some terrifying, some comforting, some indifferent and some loving.  The creator and organizer of all things has been described in monotheistic and polytheistic terms among thousands of religions and spiritual systems that have existed throughout time. 

The greatest thinkers and philosophers of the ages have considered the question, and what we still have are thoughts and philosophies.  So who am I to think I have better answers?  I do not. 

It all seems contradictory, yet there are threads of commonality.  And those threads are as far as I go with it.  I feel there is a central, creative source to it all, and that around this source are billions (or more) related entities – souls – which exist at varying levels of knowledge, enlightenment and power.  And all of it, including us, is God.

To me, the soul is energy, of course.  And it is intelligent and sentient.  But more, I believe my soul is a specific, individual entity – my Self – created by God the source, as a part of God the whole, and intended to use many physical lives to have experiences that are only possible in a material existence, to learn, to grow, to evolve and to eventually be enlightened enough to merge back into the creative source.  Siddha Yoga has a nice motto, which I think encapsulates this idea: “God dwells within us as us.”

I don’t believe that I am a particularly “young” soul, but I do think I have a lot of learning, growing and evolving to do.  I am probably still many lives away from being an “old” soul, a guide or teacher for others, or from existing in a manifestation close to the source.  Maybe it’s the same for you.

In the next couple of posts, I plan to discuss two more subjects related to souls:

• The relationship of soul, mind and heart.
• Soul mates and soul friends

ps – Please feel free to leave comments, even if you disagree and think I’m crazy.  But please be civil – angry or hateful comments will not be published.