Maria and I are getting to know the trees in the deep woods, she has already seen them and knows them, I am just beginning to see them and recognize them. It is beautiful thing for me to learn and feel, it is a journey of the soul. In the ancient texts I am reading, the soul is a feminine, and the purpose of the soul entering this body is to display her powers and actions in this world, for every soul needs an instrument, and we are her instruments.

Watching Maria climb into this tree, a living thing she loves, and seeing Fate eager to follow her and and share this experience, I was lifted up and touched. They both seemed to be reaching for the upper world.

By descending to this world, say the mystics, she – the soul –  increases the flow of her power to guide the human being through the world.  In do doing, she perfects herself both above and below, attaining a higher state by being fulfilled in both worlds. And on the journey, inspiring us to be fulfilled as well. When we are lost, the real journey begins.

So this is the journey of the soul, the search to be better, to fulfill our promise.

If we are not fulfilled both above and below, we are not complete, theb our souls are not complete. Before descending to this world, say the mystics, the soul emerges from the mystery of the highest level of spirituality and life, beyond the comprehension of humans. While here, our soul is completed and fulfilled by our own  humanity, and by her life in the lower world. When she departs this world, she brings us with her, and we are both filled with the fullness of all of the worlds, the world above and the world below.

I was thinking of this idea of the soul, and of our journey of the soul, when I saw Maria climb into this tree, and point up. She seemed to be reaching for the world above and point to it. I didn’t ask her what she was doing, I didn’t want to know, I wanted to imagine.

I felt a great rush of feeling, and a very pure kind of love and joy, a great sense of fulfillment. I do not always understand these things that I feel, I just feel gratitude that I can feel them at all. Perhaps it will make more sense to you. I feel a great kinship with the mystics and their deep contemplation and understanding of life. It makes so much more sense to me than the modern thinkers and philosophers. They had so much hope for us.

The mystics say that the soul, like her human, is imperfect before descending to this world, she is lacking purpose and is filled with emptiness. When she returns to the world above, she is perfected in every dimension, and if we accept her and believe in her, so shall we.

In the forest, I felt the trees were full of souls, perhaps were souls, displaying their powers and actions in the world, waiting to join with us. The woods feel like a cathedral to me.