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“People hate the human soul,
it is nothing but “psychological.”
They don’t understand that it has needs,
and they throw its treasures into the street
without understanding them.

Carl Jung

What treasures have we thrown into the streets?

Life takes on journeys we never thought we would experience; childhood play passes into youthful bliss and youthful bliss into maturity. It is when we forget to take that child with us into our adult years that we leave behind our closest connection to the soul. For as children we see a world larger than life, a world where houses are castles, trees are forests and there is no difference between fantasy and reality. This is the dwelling place of the soul.

As we grow older we are taught to clearly distinguish between fantasy and the real world. A world where science and religion are split with irreconcilable differences. We are criticized and humiliated into denial that the soul even exists. It has become an uncomfortable word in the mists of our comfortable lives; only to leave the forests of childhood petrified, the castle walls crumbled, and the world of metaphor hiding in the shadow of the unconscious. Our life and our work after time loses its meaning, loses its excitement, loses its way. What is left when the physical world has denied us inner peace, why I am I here, where has my soul gone?

Searching for ones soul in Western Society is for those who are lost, unable to survive in this world, those without backbone, those without a stiff upper lip. But behind the closed doors of millions the stiff upper lip trembles, the backbones are broken; we have left our soul out of the picture. We have thrown her into the streets. Yet, she waits patiently, she waits hoping we will see her, hoping we will embrace her once again. She is our guardian, she is the eyes and ears of our creator living in the forests of metaphor and myth, always willing to listen, always willing to speak. She is our life line to inner peace.

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