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Introduction

As we move through life, we naturally experience the spiritual and material realms in varying intervals. Though we relish the times spent in the spiritual, these memories are often quickly erased as the demands of the world capture our attention again. At some level however, we know that we may return at any time, though it is often only during suffering that we make the choice. These crossings are part of the natural path of the soul though they can be temporarily replaced by artificial crossings to earthly dependencies or substances. For those that follow the true path, and pay the price of admission in the form of painful endurance, the gates open into an undreamed of reality. Soul Crossing celebrates the journey and these moments of return.

If endured, the soul follows a natural path through stages of childhood innocence, protective defenses, earthly pursuits, hollow dependencies, painful collapse, renewal, creative birth, and finally, a satisfying life of creative purpose. Many make the full journey. Many see the price and instead settle for hollow comfort or revolving dependencies such as relationships, substances, or pursuit.

The fruits of endurance emerge in the form of fullness, purpose, satisfaction and a diminished need for external control. In finding our true purpose as individuals, we are often amazed at how the soul dropped hints early in life as to our true gifts of purpose. In thinking back to early interests and passions, it becomes evident that in some form these were the seeds of divine purpose. Often, however, these interests were swept beneath the surface as the world shaped our emerging perceptions and beliefs. Over the years however, we were subtly called back to our true nature, if only in fleeting moments. There is nothing more persistent than truth. Soul Crossing was created to provide guideposts in the form of images and verse for those on the path. These postcards from the journey home are offered for inspiration and reflection.

Excerpt from The Prisoner

The child is most patient, his sentence not death
He'll wait here in silence, a voice without breath

He knows they'll return, since peace is forbidden
To those seeking treasure, beyond where it's hidden

They'll search for their kingdom, but won't understand
The key to the entrance is here in his hand

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