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Soul Portal – An Antidote to Futile Rumination

By Paul C Pritchard on Thursday October 10th, 2019

Coming and Going Home

To live in this world
you must be able to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go. ~ Mary Oliver

Once, during a past-life regression, I had an exhilarating and unforgettable experience. I felt myself as an immense energy, meteorite force, hurtling through the velvety, empty darkness. The sensation I felt was a trillion galloping stallions vibrating every cell in my body. An energy trajectory of immeasurable intensity with an awareness of a single focus; a determined purpose. I was dark and dense and paradoxically made of nothing at all … a compression of infinite vacuums and sound.

Perhaps this lasted thirty seconds or so before ‘I’ became aware of two other ‘objects’. I rapidly became cognisant that I was on a collision course. That we three singularities would indeed collide with a tremendous, momentous impact. I had the feeling of a quickening, of a dynamic destiny coupled with graceful freewill. I was filled with the certitude of purpose. No goal but this. It was steadfast intent that I have only ever really glimpsed at since.

I recognised these two other ‘objects’ to be a sperm and an egg. What felt like both a crash and a crescendo flooded my experience. A strong sense of completion engulfed me – a deep relaxing insight of arrival. A portal of perfect synchronicity had opened and I came through it. This sacred trinity beyond sole-soul-purpose was me. The mystical made manifest in human form. I had arrived on Earth.

The Same Soul Portal

I was recently reminded of this dramatic becoming whilst tending to a dear, dying friend. She had slipped into the realms between life and death. Hovering between worlds. She had embarked on the here and now journey of her new single purpose. Worldly obligations and preoccupations were no longer of any concern to her. She was moving towards that portal that she had entered so powerfully sixty-eight years ago. She was, in tender terms, going ‘home’.

Between worldsHovering between worlds.

Up until this moment, I’d never had the experience of being with a loved one as they journeyed towards that doorway and then passed through. I was prepared for her leaving. I knew that ‘she’ was not her body. I was content to see her frail and ailing body soften in the relief that death brings. But I was not prepared for the tangible and expansive ripples of magic that flooded the room, that played music in my heart and reverberated through my soul. The one part of her trilogy that arrived on Earth from elsewhere was leaving and as I fell into a more contemplative and meditative state, the more acutely aware I was of the magnificence of our Existence – every animate and inanimate object became holy.

I knew she had arrived at the portal because her breath fluctuated from shallow and calm to deep and full. I imagined her hovering in the doorway of that portal: making peace, negotiating amends, asking for forgiveness, forgiving, being in prayerful recognition of both sides, perhaps prostrate in gratitude. She seemed diligent with whatever it was that she needed to do before stepping through. I gingerly wet her lips, spoke softly as if to a child and tried to interfere as little as possible. Other friends also witnessed her process as she lingered in that invisible, mystical doorway.

Her dear friends were connected to her and each other, eager and full of the sweetest sorrow. What could be more natural than having beloved friends at her side expressing love and appreciation for all she brought to this world? What could be more natural than waiting up all night to see a good friend off?

Her breath left her throat and like a delicate whisper entered her nose … just a few gentle lullaby-sighs and then the breath no more. ‘She’ left her body. The room was luminous; a string of clichés arrived all at once … and they were fitting, welcome and true. ‘Goodbye, dear Rani … Fly high … I love you.’

Your body is away from me
But there is a window open
from my heart to yours.
From this window, like the moon
I keep sending news secretly.
~ Rumi

 Birth and death remind us who we truly are.

A Familiar Experience

The only other experience I have had like this was waiting for a baby to arrive. It’s the same transcendental energy. Literally it’s life and death. Danger and exhilaration. It touches the moon and the stars and far away galaxies and brings them so close that the wait feels impossible and the anticipation unbearable. There’s the raw blue-print of miracles all around us. Nothing is without the charge of incredulity. The pushing, panting, blood, shit, and sweat. The acceptance and inherent trust in the infinite intelligence governing and directing the whole theatre of life. A baby is coming. A first out-breath will demand our attention and the screech will sound angelic and right. We will be for an instant moved back towards the appreciation of everyday miracles. We will rest as we remember who we truly are. We will, for a moment exhale, and forget our troubles. We will hover in the shadows of that doorway and be too mesmerised to ask what’s on the other side. Some deep remembrance of our very own journey to Earth will give us faith, trust, and solace. That memory will help us forget all our needless egoic identification and addiction to perceived drama. This is the only show in town worth watching.

Don’t run away from grief, o soul,
Look for the remedy inside the pain,
because the rose came from the thorn
and the ruby came from a stone.
~ Rumi

When my identification with my human suffering shrouds me and I believe there is no point to this life and the flatness and pain in my chest feel insurmountable, I force myself to recall this portal of human existence. When the ‘why me?’ and the even more corrosive, unanswerable domino-whys arrive, I picture this portal and try to steep in the memory-glow of that energy field. When I am present and make a conscious choice, many obscure things can flash me to that oasis-like submersion of that immortal-portal field.

Arrivals and Departures

Just yesterday, I was walking with a dear friend on the beach who was crippled with depression and suicidal ideation. She had boxed herself into futile ruminations. I gave my heart, my love, and my kindness in touch and in words. I listened and I reminded her of what usually helps me: Reach out. Make Contact. Retreat. Repeat.

My dogs were busy with a washed-up, puffed-up dead fish. I always pick these dead fish up and bag them, then bin them, so that they can cause no harm. As I picked this lifeless creature up, I noticed its underbelly … it had the most beautiful, intricate, almost mosaic-like arrangement. Like magnified, perfectly designed, snow-flake patterns. And right there were all the answers to my whys and a solace for my existential angst. Right there was the all-pervasive mystery.

WitnessBear witness to the infinitesimal-magnitude of the complexity of life on Earth.

Perhaps my friend and I had shared enough, cared enough; empathy and sympathy had been explored. Perhaps it was simply that the timing was right. But I showed her the fish … visually inviting us to stop asking and start witnessing and appreciating the infinitesimal-magnitude of the complexity of life on Earth. The beauty in the decaying fish seemed to lift both our spirits. Without words, we understood this magnificent invitation to leave our obsession with ‘me’ as the subject of fascination and to refocus on the whole of our sensory experience. We were plunged into an Avatar moment. We were surrealists in a surreal world.

The whole meaning of life exploded without language into our consciousness. We knew what we had to do. Both powerful purpose and graceful freewill descended and called us to be part of this fantastical emergence, to participate as the wonder, within the wonder and realise that this wonder-full is ever-present: the flash of insignificant to significant; the flash of essence to essential. The warp and weft of life and the bereft are inextricably intertwined.

The reassurance that the portal for awe is never far away seemed to have a brilliant effect on her depressive mood. There was a shift. The surrender to the unsolvable mystery was a huge relief. It was a healing balm for angst and suffering. Our eyes locked and we hugged. Without words, we both knew that our private sufferings were mostly bogus.

~

Do you have any experiences that can only be described as mystical? Experiences that have perhaps calmed your suffering and prompted the remembrance that you are more than your body. That you are more than the multiple identifications and constructs that you call ‘you’?

It is often hard to put into words the indescribable and intangible … but we truly welcome your endeavours. Please share below in the comments or feel free to send your poems or anecdotes to Uplift Community Contributions.

May you find the courage of acceptance and the fortitude of resilience to make this world an even more beautiful place.

Team UPLIFT

 

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23 Responses to Soul Portal – An Antidote to Futile Rumination

  1. It’s an especially moving, reassuring and inspiring piece, Paul. I really value your perspectives and, so so so love the language and poetry you bring to this, the… well, ineffable. Thanks. Many many thanks.

    • Thanks Shelley … Isn’t resonance a reassuring phenomena? Your appreciation is a mirror of your very own light. Thank you for shining forth … Much love to you. Paul x

  2. Thank you so much for such upliftment and hope. Your descriptions of how it was possible to look at nature and unfurl from darkness is wonderful. I’ll ask a friend if he’d like to read this tomorrow, in the hope that it helps him. Wonderful piece.

    • Dear Susan … thank you for reading this article and appreciating it so sweetly. Thank you. Much love Paul for Team Uplift

  3. Thank you, Paul, for sharing such deep sensitivity, awe and wonder expressing the blessed ordinary. You invite us to connect with your soul and yet remain grounded in the here and now.

    • Hey Diane, I love what you have said … Connect with the soul and remain grounded in the here and now … – Thank you. Much love Paul for Team Uplift

  4. I am filled with such peace after reading these beautiful examples of the flow of love beginning in and ending in life. I am 87, live in the US and have followed Uplift since I went to a conference in Byron Bay and connected with UPLIFT. I love so much of what you bring to your readers. I am so happy that you include my two favorite poets, Mary Oliver and Rumi. Blessings to you and all your readers.

    • Dear Data, I’m delighted that this article gave you so much peace. And yes … Mary Oliver and Rumi … one nature poet and one mystic … Perfect duo for me too. Thank you. Much love Paul for Team Uplift

  5. Thanks Paul for sharing these your eternity moments. Yes I have them too: every moment since I connected with mother/father Earth as I was 18, laying on my back, feeling the world behind me, travelling in the universe. For some years I started to feel the connection with eternity holding a bush, closing my eyes and “see” this connection with ALL, the source, LOVE, ME.

    • Hey Saran … may you keep flowing in the river of cosmic remembrance … the mystery is always a wild invitation to remember who we truly are. Thank you. Much love Paul for Team Uplift

  6. I have been blessed twice, journeying with a dying loved one, to walk with them right up to the edge of transcendence, and what life changing experiences they have been. You described it so perfectly and with such sacredness. Thank you!

  7. This really moved and overwhelmed me with emotion and was something I needed to read today. I am a big believer in the afterlife and there being something much bigger than this earth, it just feels right to me, though some days I struggle to hold the faith and am doubtful. I lost my dad 2 and a half years ago and sat with him through his journey to death. I feel truly grateful that I was able to do this and the amount of love I felt for him then and since has been unbelievably powerful but I still miss him so much and ‘need’ to believe he is now somewhere better. This week I am having one of those ‘wobble’ weeks full of sadness and missing so I am grateful to have come across this, thank you.

    • Hi Lisa, Thanks so much for your honest and vulnerable comment. We here and team UPLIFT are sending you so much love. May the missing of your dad be celebrated for being a beautiful expression of LOVE. Thank you. Much love Paul for Team Uplift

  8. The regression therapy realisation was a truly valuable experience and a great reminder of us about who and what we are and what a true “trinity” is, unlike the one depicted by Christianity.
    However, the part of the article speaking of birth process to me sounded in dissonance with the theme, as if we are being invited to poetisize the distorted and unnatural. The way its mostly done in the known human history in the “civilized” world is just perversive and the photograf in the article confirms that.
    What is suppose to be a truly miraculous and joyous experience for the incoming soul and the family has become in many instances a scene from a horror movie, especially when its done in a hospital setting. Add there all the injections and the picture is complete. Btw, apparently all of the people who have been regressed into the birthing process call it very traumatic at the soul level.

    • Thanks Aloel for being part of the conversation of waking up to who we truly are. We value your feedback and have changed the photo to one that suits the tone and style better. Thank you. Much love Paul for Team Uplift

  9. Thank you. The mother of a friend had passed on her 95th birthday. She had a weekend of celebrating with many family members, children, grandchildren, and some great-grandchildren. Happy until the end. May we all continue along our path unafraid.

  10. Beautiful words. It’s been a privilege to spend time journeying with a dying friend recently and witnessing her remarkable death. Your words resonate fully and remind me of those precious moments. Thank you

    • SO pleased you were comforted with the words … may there be many more precious moments … right until the very last breath. Much love Paul for Team Uplift

  11. Thankyou so much for your depth of sharing, truly inspiring and soulful.
    It was the summer of 1975 and I was 16, hitchhiking across Canada, from Toronto. I departed a car in the Praries and all of a sudden i was One with everything.A sense of completeness, no seperation. It didn’t matter where I was going or not going…..its difficult to put into words, I was connected to the all and the all was within. Love and Gratitude.

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