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     I have been thinking about the soul of a person. We throw around the term soul-mate with great abandon; we sometimes say: "I looked into his/her soul..."; or we deem the reprehensible actions of some miscreant as "soul-less". It seems as if a soul can be blamed, cherished, found, lost, etc, depending upon how we perceive a person's actions, and/or the language they use. Some even claim they can see the aura of a person's soul, that this aura is indicative of the "type" of soul within that person, and that a person's actions is determined by this "soul-typing". It appears to be commonly accepted that the soul is a determinant for a person's character, as well as subsequent actions of said person. We also often use the term soul and the term spirit interchangeable. I find none of the foregoing computing in my brain, or consistent with my feeble mind. Not saying I am right and others are wrong, merely, I find this not fitting my perceptions of the Universe.

 

     My knowledge of the Universe is, of course, limited. How could it not be? My perception(s) of the Universe a bit more filled in by a combination of my limited knowledge, a lifetime of observations, and, I believe, a desire to see it the way I do. So, in truth, my perceptions are definitely slanted by both faith and optimistically conceived hope. So, do not expect any grand enlightenment, any great awakening, or a new philosophy to hang onto; it is nothing more than a glimpse of Ken Coleman's thoughts and conclusions (conclusions subject to change as time goes on).

 

     I see the Universe as a whole, an unending tapestry, woven with a continuous thread made of bosons--no "space", no shorts, no interruptions of any type; where in this universal aspect, we are linearly connected to each and every thing comprising this universe via bosons, and when this universe is within the context of the Multi-verse, we are directly connected to each and every thing via bosons. To try to clarify a bit: in the first half of the statement, we connect to a boson, which connects to another boson--ad infinitum--and creates a "path" to every thing in the Universe; in the second half of the statement, looking at the Multi-verse, we simultaneously connect to each boson, and thus are directly both part and parcel of every thing in existence (some qualifications of the word "existence" will eventually follow, as I figure out how to translate it into linear language).

 

     Seems to be a long, cunbersome path to my thoughts regarding what I believe to be the soul, but I thought an excerpt from my essay, Integrating the Universe and the Multi-verse, might set some groundwork upon which to explain my concept of the soul.

 

     The soul is the essence of our energy that interfaces with the Multi-verse; the part of us that connects to all creation. We can access neither our own soul or the soul of another while we are participating within the constraints of this linear Universe and are forced to rely on our rational hemisphere to gather and dessiminate information. We get glimpses as the spatial hemisphere shares surreal images with our left brain, via the Corpus Colassum--just enough to allow us to get a small sense of the Multi-verse, the infinite mansion in which our Universe is but a small room. We need this glimpse to give us hope. It is this miniscule glimpse that forms our spirit, as it shades the linear imprints we take on as we develop.

 

     I see the spirit as our interface with this Universe, connecting us all in a much smaller sense to one another. To me, the soul and the spirit are similar, but on an infinitely different level. The soul is inherently both Creator and Creation, and as such, is infinite and eternal, whereas the spirit constantly evolves as we gather more and nore imprints and tint them with the glimpses we are shown. The spirit is what allows us to act heroically, with mediocrity, or with shame. It all depends on how we choose to receive and interpret our imprints throughout life.

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  • A pre-pubescent brain in an aging shell. One of a million monkeys, pounding a million keyboards, for a million years, hoping to write one good poem. A dreamer.
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For specific interests, please click on specific interest(s) found in category box below "Links"  on right side, below.

Poetry and Doggeral: Ken's poetry

Stories and Fables: Ken's Prose

Thot-Jots: Ken's ramblings on various things

Family: Ken's biographical and autobiographical items--probably of little interest to non-family, maybe not even them.

Other categories: self-evident--I hope

 

You may notice some refreshingly different poetry on the blog. It is from a friend of mine who goes by Eyeshy

My ex-son-in-law, David, has been published here, now, as well.

Another newby: happybluetoes. She writes glimpses, short stories, and poetry. Welcome her with a comment.

Neominini has his first contribution on the blog. If you like his songs please do two things: enter a comment at the end of the article, and go to links down on right side of Home Page and go to his web-site, where you can listen to his music. Enjoy. 

Elisha Kayne--a published author has kindly contributed to the blog. Check her out.

 

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My personal favorites:

The Girl With the Cheshire Grin--absolutely my current "kc" favorite poem(?)

In My Soul (poetry-doggeral)

Camelot (poetry-doggeral)

Rain (a friend's poetry)

Cathedral (thot jots)

Mystic Window 1&2 (poetry-doggeral)

Do ye ken

The Kiss

Why do I tremble

Miranda--a work in-process