Feeling Spiritless

There is a surprise to thinking we feel spiritless.

We’re not.

Humans can be terribly silly. We feel listless, unfocused, as if all our energy is gone. We toss. We turn. We presume we’re incapable of making even the simplest decisions. That, in itself, is a decision.

Spirits don’t feel spiritless. They do, however, comment on what strange and unusual creatures are these things called humans. Depending, of course, on their origin.

Spirits we call angels are used to us. They have spent creation attempting to help human beings aim toward happier, more joyful and spirit-filled lives than the ones to which we so often condemn ourselves.

The formerly human, aka, ghosts, are a varied lot. Some are completely unaware that they are spirit and no longer physical. Their physical deaths were so sudden, abrupt and rude that they have not yet adjusted to the fact that they are spirits. Others have been hanging around a long time. They either know what they deserve and are afraid to go through the Tunnel of Light to eternity or are afraid of what might be there. Rarely have I seen the latter go anywhere but Home to God.

Devils are like angels except that, as the sports metaphor goes, they’re batting for the wrong team. Devils are, quite literally, a drag. They drag us down. They leave us with the false notion that we’re getting all the toys in life and the joys. The facts point in the opposite direction. Turning our backs on positive spiritual lives ultimately leads to destruction.

Then there are our visiting friends. They are not used to our unusual ways of existence, physical or spiritual. I deal less with physically alive visitors from other planets than with visitors who have left the physical plane and have not yet returned Home. Those we think of as outer space aliens are here to deal with other people. Not me. Maybe with you.

Those spirit off-worlders who have left what in our terms is a physical life are the spirits with whom I am acquainted. Some of them come from places that have already reached a point in existence to which the human race may head. If humans work for it.

That is a purely spiritual existence.

The spirit off-worlders came into existence as spirits. Their species have long since left behind physical form. They live their entire lives in spirit form before returning Home to heaven.

Angels have spent my entire life telling me that humans have the choice of whether or not to evolve into similar spirit beings.

Devils have told me how terrible it would be for humans to enjoy new experiences of the spirit. Why would we want to leave the simple pleasures of the physical plane?

I don’t know about the rest of the world, but I do know when I am being called a simpleton and an idiot. The devils can go right back where they came.

As for me, I love the varieties of spirits with whom we share our existence. We are never to feel spiritless when we can enjoy the gifts of our angel friends. Or those spirits who are awaiting their return Home.

It is my challenge and my duty to help those spirits who are stuck here move onto the next plane. To go Home to heaven. At least, for those who have earned it. Souls who have worked to go to hell, go to hell. I have seen souls go to hell and stay in hell. There is no free pass out.

It’s all a matter of how we choose to spend our existences.

This life is fragile. It is up to us to handle it with prayer. When we practice rigorous relationships, we live like those spirits who are eager to return Home. We live lives of spirited, rigorous honesty. We become the ones who live lives of creative spirituality.

Each of us has the ability to create a world that is more positively spirited rather than spiritless.

Why wait?