The Equation

Over the course of the last two articles, we’ve discussed what it’s like to look at all of the various permutations of inhabiting where we are in our lives. We’ve explored getting on our spiritual surfboards to go wherever the Spirit sends our souls. Now comes the hard part.

How does it all add up?

Anyone who can perform basic arithmetic can add up the costs of food, clothes and housing. Those figures inform us. Both for where we physically live now or where we might consider living. That is scarcely a start.

The more exacting phase comes in examining what it means for our souls. How does all of this add up to feed our spirits?

Yes, we can still travel in our sleep. Our spiritual surfboards will continue to take us to the lands of princesses and dragons, meteor fields or distant galaxies in distant universes. There will come a time when we get the nod. The nod to go beyond fantastic worlds to places where our souls are put to Spirit’s works.

That is where everything in our lives truly adds up.

Where we live can either help or hinder what we accomplish in our spiritual lives. We live with a confluence of factors feeding all of the facets of our persons. Not just the shape and color of our eyes. More than our hair, skin, height or body shape. Those are the external factors. It is our decision whether or not any of those facts feed or hinder us as going human concerns.

It’s not how tall we are.

It’s the size of our souls.

Do you have the courage to ride your mystical surfboard to the ends of time to see where your time began? Do you hunger to discover more about how you assist all of Creation in growing and expanding?

Are you aware that your fidelity to the Spirit must supersede any sort of self will, pride or chauvinism of any sort?

If the Spirit is not first, there is no mystical surfboard. There is no exploration of boundless spaces beyond the limitations of the world we see.

You have to have guts.

You have to be bold.

You have to be courageous and personally daring. There is no extreme sport that catch match catching the wave on your spiritual surfboard. In order for it to exist, you have given up everything material.

The physical world ceases to exist. Pride and ego are not real. The physical senses are supplanted with spirited senses. Senses that tell you that whatever others told you that you are, you are not.

You are more. You are different. You are a person who has reached so deeply inside to uncover yourself that who and what you were is all history.

The chrysalis of your real self — your spiritual self — has begun to emerge. The more you give in and give up, the more you dare to be your real self, the sillier your old life appears. How badly did you honestly need all of the toys you once had?

From personal experience, I promise that all of this can take time. All during my teens, twenties and thirties I would salivate turning the page in a newspaper and seeing the latest men’s suits. I had to own the most expensive shoes and ties. Or the most expensive I could afford. If you wore something that I liked, I was afraid you might outshine me. I went out looking for something better than what you had.

One day that myth crashed. The story that what I owned defined who I was turned out to be hollow. The path to reality had already begun to show itself. Religions, politics, ideologies and philosophies of all sorts played themselves out.

One day I just knew.

I was taken outside of myself. There I was. Being where I was supposed to be while riding on my mystical surfboard.

In spite of the physical place changing several times, Spirit has never taken away the ride. I still have the gift of having my eyes wide open as I ride across galaxies.

Buck Rogers never had it so good.