Let’s Talk About Souls and Energy Signatures and Contact and Perception

Bear with me and poetry readers will get to the tanka series

Souls are discrete entities; Souls are eternal. Eternal does not imply unchanging. A soul is a sentient being comprised of pure energy of a form and with properties beyond our understanding of energy (“Soul Energy”); it does not dissipate; it does not require a material vessel to encapsulate it…I have reviewed several definitions of “soul” in preparation for this essay and none imply unchanging personality traits. That inference is misplaced and, frankly, illogical. Buddhism teaches that there is after-life and reincarnation. Thus, in my unstudied but logical interpolation of what I have read about Buddhism, it teaches that there is an eternal soul once “soul” is properly defined.

That’s from one of my very first written-for-Medium essays in early December 2020, which recognized the similarity but not full coherence between this Jew’s then recently spiritually awakened views, especially regarding reincarnation, and Hinduism and Buddhism:

Discrete, not to be confused with discreet, connotes a discernible separation — a difference. How can a human discern the presence of a soul, not their own, but another? How can I, or you, perceive the dualities (or multiplicities) within the simultaneous oneness?

Separation is not an illusion.

Oneness is not an illusion.

The illusion is the delusion that one cannot live in and fluctuate between the gray areas and nuances

A young couple are having marital problems. The wife’s mother takes them to see the Rabbi. The wife speaks first and tells the Rabbi what’s going on and her complaints. The Rabbi says, “You’re right.” Husband says, “but wait you didn’t hear me yet.” Husband tells his side of things, and the Rabbi says, “You’re right.” Then the wife’s mother exclaims, “Wait, you said they’re both right, how can this be,” and the Rabbi says, “You’re right!”

between those poles and others, and accept each pole and everything in between as simultaneous truths and learn to surf the wavelengths of the rainbow.

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and as I have said in my poem from last March, Nonconformists Are Not Rebels, But we are evolutionaries:

Binary thinking Polarity consciousness Scourge of our species Surf wavelengths between the poles Coherence in the rainbow

Okay, it’s time I reign in this runaway train (great yet not related song) and get to the brick in the yellow road that I had in mind a few hours ago while in hypnagogia.

If you’re still with me, I hope you’re having as much fun as I am.

I’ve arrived at a crossroads in my streams of consciousness. Down which path should I travel, or would paddle worsen or alleviate the mixed metaphor?

How can a human discern the presence of a soul, not their own, but another? How can I, or you, perceive the dualities (or multiplicities) within the simultaneous oneness?

I decided to proceed with the poem before getting to the inspiration.

Tinnitus you say? That is the corollary Easiest default But unsatisfactory Try to you I will explain

I know whence you speak Yet about which have no words Spirit signatures These bittersweet symphonies Bring miles of smiles to my face

Plus silent music These bittersweet symphonies Soothe my aching soul No, that is just a cliche Soul does not need medicine

Yet Animus needs Pineal and heartfelt tunes Sung from other realms Perceived on this mortal coil Are sweet music to my ears

This morning during hypnagogia, my favorite plane of existence, that between asleep and awake when my portals to the other realms, which we all have, are most open, I thought about the fact that I haven’t written in a while, and a response pane conversation I had recently with Toni The Talker came to mind and I realized I could expand upon our conversation.

Toni: I stumbled across a post about ringing in my ears. It just started happening. I went to the doctor and everything checked out okay. Anyway, the post said that the ringing has to do with being tuned into a higher frequency. Now, I’m telling the spirit guides… I’m listening & waiting to hear what you say.

Me: Yes. I’ve experienced that gentle tinnitus-like sensation since about 5:30 am on June 1, 2020, the first anniversary of Lindsey and I meeting. I had requested that her soul be excused from what she was doing in heaven and spend the day with me. Ever since, as long as there isn’t too much background noise, I sense her presence. I wrote a story about it (I’ve mentioned it in others but this is the one that comes to mind) https://readmedium.com/12th-step-1st-step-conscious-contact-with-heaven-8854ae714389 Sometimes it seems to be a more complex energy signature, especially when I wake in the middle of the night, and I take that to mean others are communicating with me.

I (GREG AND MARCUS) LOVE AND MISS HER (LINDSEY AND SITARA) SO FUCKING MUCH.

They and we are each one and the same and yet different. Confused? It’s ok. It’s confusing. As is for me the time of year between New Year and the deathiversary, with my birthday smack dab in the middle. That’s much of why I have been distant lately.

I wrote this poem as the last deathiversary (St. Patrick’s Day) approached:

In Rama I create, with soul energy surging through my body, inspiring me and breathing wind into my sails,

Marcus (Gregory Maidman)