Think Fusion

One of the recurring themes I see for 'old souls' is the need to integrate seemingly polar opposite frequencies. That can pose a challenge for the personality, because we are used and conditioned to decide between the either and ors in life.

Imagine/remember, that you have had many experiences as a soul in the world and played many different parts. You have been a monk and a healer, a warrior and a queen, an orphan and a criminal, a mother and a prostitute, an artist and a politician. All the skills you have learned are part of you in one form or another. For many souls this is a lifetime dedicated to healing and integration of all aspects of self. If we hold on too much to the individual forms, we block our creative abilities to see how we can create our own unique fusion archetype.

In order to do so, tune into the conflicting voices within and listen carefully to what they want.

The monk aspect might wish to have a rigorous spiritual practice, while the artist archetype demands to have no restrictions at all. Imagine these two as the colors yellow and blue. If you mix them together, you'll end up with green. Fusing the monk and the artist will lead to a balance between flow and structure and the focus on the internal, as well as the external world.

Be willing to make room for all aspects of self. Each one can bring a quality that is healthy, especially when aligned with the heart and in harmony with other parts of the soul.

It is like fusion cuisines or music. There is plenty of room for new flavors and inventions.

And I do believe that some of us will need to find our soul fusion first, before we are capable to perceiving our calling, which often times require our ability to find new and expanded ways of dealing with a more and more complex reality.

Inspirational Story I

There are a few stories that have stayed with me over the course of many years. They have had the power to influence my decisions in very crucial moments of my life. The following is one of them. I have no idea who the creator is. May he/she be blessed on his/her journey!

There once was a man whose dream in life was to have a beautiful garden. The man was hardworking and he had a lot of faith in prayer. His job as a baker in a small town supported him well enough, but there was no money to buy land and the property where he lived was small and there was no room to plant anything.

Every day the man would pray:

"Please Lord, bless me with a garden. I am good person, I'll take care of it!" And each morning he woke up in a sense of excitement, that maybe today was the day, where a miracle might occur and where his dream would come true. And at the end of each day he went to bed with a sense of disappointment, for he had spent another day without it.

He kept praying relentlessly. Day after day, week after week, months after months until years had gone by. Often times he was on his knees, his heart burning with desire for this one dream to be fulfilled.

There came the day when a courier stopped by his house informing him that he had inherited a piece of land at the edge of the little town. An old man had left it for him in his will, because he had given him some free bread at a time of need.The man rejoiced. "Thank you Lord! You have finally blessed me with my garden!"

Impatiently he rushed out to survey his new property. When he arrived he didn't believe his eyes. The ground was filled with boulders and lots of rocks and some grass on a very steep hill. There wasn't even a tree, nor flowers. A small cabin on the side of the road was also his.

"Lord why are you doing this to me?"

The man was in tears. He went home that night and continued with his prayer.

"Please Lord, have mercy with me and bless me with a beautiful garden."

A few weeks later the man decided to move to his new cabin and save some money in rent.

Every evening he prayed and every morning he rushed to the window to see if the land had turned into the garden of his dreams over night. Nothing!

One morning he had had it and decided that prayer is useless. He put on some clothes and walked outside, equipped with and old shuffle and a pick. He started to work the land and to move some of the rocks from the hill. Soon after he worked on it every free moment. He cleared rocks and used them to build walls that he filled in with dirt to prevent it from sliding down the steep hill. He started to plant flowers and vegetables. As soon as he put the seeds in the ground, they grew in record time.

After two years the man looked out of his window and indeed he now had a beautiful garden, but he felt like it was all due to his hard labor. He often sat outside on a bench as the sun was setting in admiration of his creation. One evening a traveler passed by and stopped in enchantment at what he saw.

"My, God has surly blessed you with a beautiful garden."

Our man replied a bit sourly:

"You should have seen this place when God had it to himself. It was all rocks and dirt and it was me who cleaned it up."

"So you are in deed a miracle worker to make these flowers grow into such beauties?"

It was only then that the man realized that it was God that had blessed him with it for he himself had no power to create. He had only built the structure for the miracle to manifest in.

From that moment on forward the man returned to his daily prayers. His heart was filled with joy and gratitude for the rest of his life.

"Thank you Lord for making my dream come true!"

The moral of the story for me has always been to make sure to work with what I have been given, even if it seems insufficient at the time. And guess what? It has worked so far.