Dear Readers,I do not have a soul. I am a soul, and I have this vessel. This vessel which people call their bodies. They point their crooked figures at their bodies and cry out, "this is ME."
However, if they were to lay down and forget about their movements while listening to their thoughts. Then they will discover themselves...Their souls. Our soul never changes. Everyday it looks out our sorry eyes onto the mirror, watching our body age and change. What ugly, stinky, nasty vessels we have for our heavenly souls. I wonder if it is a test. We are given these bodies to see if we respect our souls. Like you would respect a beautiful vase that holds a precious rose. Our bodies are like anchors for our souls too. They anchor our souls to earth, keeping them from escaping to heaven. Thus, it is our bodies keeping our souls on earth so that they may be tested. It has come to my mind, as I wonder, that maybe our souls are put into these fleshy capsules to keep us (the souls) on earth. Of course as souls from heaven we love our God. But the test is, after a lifetime of being stuck in/on this hell that He created...will we return still loving our God.
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