Soul is defined as one person, or is the spirit and essence of a person. An example of your soul is the part of you that makes you who you are and that part will live on after your death. An example of soul is the part of you that will go to heaven and be immortal, according to the teachings of certain religions.
An entity which is regarded as being the immortal or spiritual part of a person and which, having no physical or material reality, is credited to the function of thinking, willing, and choosing.
Now if you're religious you have been taught from an early age that when you die your soul ascends to heaven, you will be judged by God to either live in the house of the lord or be dammed to the fiery pits of hell to be punished for all eternity.
Note: all I could think of was for a massicast would this be a bad thing? Just curious.
Now these are just my thoughts and perspective from being raised a Christian, being exposed to life and having my own opinions. The following will contain some insight into my life along with some humor, and my own perspective of what I believe makes up a person's soul.
Judged soul.
A person who has been judged by either their color of skin, sexual orientation, political affiliation, age, ect without being given a chance to show who they truly are.
On the day I was born my great grandmother told my parents I was an evil child. My brother she cherished, me she ignored. Why was I deemed evil, what had i done, wasn't until I got older that she preferred first born kids. She treated my father better than his younger brother, but to be fair she had a 3rd grade education.
Evil soul.
One might tend to think serial killer, people who torture animals, people who don't give a shit about anyone but themselves, people who take pleasure in hurting others. Those people who you just know if there is a hell will be burning for all eternity.
Now my soul is made up of many different parts, I will say there is a part that is evil and my great grandmother may have sensed it.
I'll explain, when we were living in the small town where I was born the neighborhood kids all used to go to John's house every afternoon to watch Gilligan's island. One day after we were done I went outside to go home and both my bike tires were cut, both flat. I knew who did it and he just laughed. So we got into a fight, he stabbed me in the back of my neck ( think the indentation at the base of your skull) . So I put a brick in a bread bag and hit him hard enough to lay him out cold in the middle of the street. Got my bike and went home, now you're thinking well you just got even, well except I truly enjoyed it, that was the problem.
I buried that part of my soul, essence, whatever you prefer to call it for most of my life. Don't get me wrong it has surfaced on rare occasions when I thought I was being threatened and I had to suppress it.. I'm truly afraid I might kill someone someday for doing me wrong or hurting someone I love.
Shining soul.
The saying they have a shining soul makes me think of someone walking around with the light of the sun shining our of them. Do we need welders glasses to be around them? How do they sleep at night with it being so bright?
I also think of people who have been classified as saints, think mother Teresa as someone with a shining soul, someone to look up to. That person who seems to do no wrong, never gets angry, always helping others, just happy with their life and life in general.
Lost soul.
My thoughts are of a person who got up one day in a hurry and their soul got left behind because it was still sleeping. But this is not truly accurate.
A person not knowing the direction of their life could be described as a lost soul. I can say this was me until my late 20's. I was working a job I hated, supporting a family, and just didn't know what direction my life was heading in. One day I had an epiphany of what I wanted, so I went back to school and became a firefighter/ Emt. This opened a whole new world of opportunities for the way I wanted my life to go. I was not lost anymore.
Soul searching.
Now this could be looked at as lost soul, but maybe you're just searching for your place in your own life, meaning to what your life is about, where you belong in the grand scheme of things.
Guarded soul.
To build a wall or prison to keep one's soul protected from harm whether it be physical or emotional.
I was 12 when I decided to guard my soul from emotional hurt or damage, my brother had just died. I locked away all emotions and contact with my soul for fear of being hurt and feeling pain.it wasn't until 2007 when I shot myself that I could feel sadness, pain, hurt,betrayal, all the things i tried to guard myself against.
Tortured soul.
I envision something out of hell raiser, fish hooks ripping at an illuminating soul suspended by all the things they have been through, have felt and experienced in their lives they can't forget or don't want to forget. Sometimes the mind will not let go of the past no matter how hard we try.
My mother said this about me one day during a conversation. She explained that she felt like I was always fighting with myself. She couldn't have been more right in her assessment of me. For all of my life I have felt that I'm a good person, treat others with kindness and respect. But the other part of me wants to eliminate all of the inconsiderate people who think they're better than everyone else. My psychologist called it psychotic tendencies, i call it removing the assholes of the world to make it a better place.
Disclaimer here, No I will not be going on a killing spree, I was only referring to if I had the power of God to get rid of those who don't have compassion for all humans. I know it's not my place to judge but you get so fucking sick of all the atrocities that are done to people every damn day. When will it ever fucking end, not in my lifetime I'm sure about this.
Good soul.
Someone who places others before themselves, the doctors, nurses, caregivers, charity workers, people that even though they're having a bad day, problems of their own, still do good things for other people.
My father is one of those people, I have always looked up to him for the way he conducted his life. After working 30 years as a truck driver, he went to work at a church for 10 years. While there he met two people he helped without a second thought. The first gentleman had cancer, my father took him to doctors appointments, to the store, was his friend when he needed one after his wife had died. The other lady he helped had no family close by so my father ran errands for her, fixed things for her, did what he could. The other person was a fellow co worker that got injured on the job. My father took him to doctors appointments, fixed things around the house, was there the day he died. My father has a good soul, the kind that I strive to live up to every.
Funny story, my father asked me to come by the church one day to help him with something. As we approached the doors my father opened the door, I stopped put my arm in and pulled it back. I did this several times before my father says what are you doing? I responded well I haven't been to church in awhile so I was making sure I didn't burst into flames. He laughed and said get your ass in there.
Heavy soul.
The weight one carries upon their souls throughout life is the best analogy i can think of.
Past things that have impacted our lives can be added weight we carry, trama, abuse, death, physical and mental all seem to weigh heavy on our souls. I have some, but also have learned either how to rid myself of the weight or allow others to carry the weight for me.
Dark soul.
Now for a lot of us this can described the lifestyle, we live in the darkness for fear of the judgemental light of the vanilla world we live in. Doing something that is not acceptable in terms of society. Whatever may have taken the light from your soul.
Tarnished soul.
To do something that may have not let your soul shine like it once did,allowing hatred to consume you, wishing ill will on someone for whatever reason, something you have done in your life that left a not so sparkling shine to your soul.
Their soul speaks to me.
Ok, so is it loud enough for all to hear or a private conversation? I imagine this is either the person's respect for said individual because of the way they lead their life or something they found as a revelation, a common connection between them.
They say the eyes are a window to the soul.
Does this mean that I need dark curtains or at least need to wear dark sunglasses to hide what I don't want others to see? Wow you're into BDSM, and here i thought you were just admiring my eye color. When someone stares deep into your eyes does that make them a peeping tom to your soul.
Soul bonding.
When two people become one in which the love between them is felt in the mind,body,heart, and soul. I told Hazel about this when we first met, she said she had never experienced it. I thought I had but was wrong, it was with her I bonded. One night during sex we bonded all four aspects came together. It's a feeling that I can only describe as two souls touching, becoming one, it's a beautiful thing.
The weight of a man's soul.
By what I found on the internet and highly criticized by other scientists it's 21 grams. Others offer to say your soul is located between the heart and lungs. No matter what you believe or don't believe, my view is this.
A soul is what makes who we are, the essence of the human we are perceived by others. Are you good or evil, caring of inconsiderate, hateful or kind, does your soul tell people who you are or hide what you are? 21 grams doesn't seem like a lot considering the weight of how it feels sometimes in life when faced with a problem. Feels more like 21 tons sitting on your soul when the problem we face may not be that big in reality.
In conclusion these are just my thoughts, my feelings, as to how I believe my soul looks. I have an evil part, a shining part, a tarnished part,a good part, a tortured part, a heavy part. I will say my beautiful lioness has helped me hide the evil part, polish the tarnished part, help carry the heavy part, and learn to understand why I feel so tortured so I may quit fighting with myself.
A glimpse into part of my life, it not the whole story, that would be a really big blog. So I ask you what does your soul say about you? If it could be seen what would it look like? If it could be weighed how heavy is it.
Lifting the weight, removing the tarnish, stopping the internal fight, releasing the chains from our souls is a start to helping ourselves and our souls shine a little more brighter letting others see our souls the way we want to be seen.
Best wishes and much love from one soul to another. Lion
