What is the Soul?
Is the soul like a battery, a coal, or a heater? Something that uses the physical body like wood, burning through experiences, emotions, struggles, and hurdles—only to transfer itself into another body and continue the process? And when this happens, are we left with the "residual heat"—a leftover energy that defines us, the very thing that moves on to heaven?
It's hard to explain what the soul is in a way that brings someone closer to truly realizing it. Some call it the "self," but that's not quite right. The soul shifts its identity through eternity until it eventually finds a place, a collective home, where it can finally say, "I am back home."
To understand this, we must explore for ourselves—through rituals, meditation, or inner practices—so we can uncover the soul's past experiences, enrich ourselves, and grow stronger, wiser, and more filled with energy.
My Meditation Experience
One day, during my usual meditation, I imagined myself meditating within my soul and expanding outward into the universe. Suddenly, I felt myself thrown into a vast, dark, expanding space. I floated weightlessly, with waves of pressure expanding and contracting, leaving me unbalanced.
It was unlike anything I had ever experienced. In front of me stretched a black cloud, breathtakingly beautiful, with strips of colourful light flowing out of it. Later, I realized what I had seen: the Milky Way galaxy.
Then, in an instant, I was pulled back into my body. Inside me was a hollow space, and at its centre glowed a cold yet warm bluish-white ball of light, shining alone in the darkness.
My mistake was trying to float closer to it. As I approached, it pulled me in with great force. But when I almost touched it, it exploded—blasting me backward. I felt myself disintegrating, shaking, vibrating, and breaking apart.
It was a strange and powerful experience—unlike anything else I have ever felt. Truly one of a kind.
In simple terms, the soul feels like a mysterious force—something both tangible and intangible. Its very existence creates a paradox: the more we think about it, the more it seems it might not exist at all. Yet, because of what I experienced, I can't deny that it does.
As explained above during meditation, I glimpsed what I can only describe as a massive white fireball in complete darkness. It shone alone, radiating with an odd contradiction—it looked like frozen ice, yet it gave off heat. I had the strong urge to reach out and touch it, but when I did, it exploded with such intensity that it felt as if the blast passed through my bones and my very being.
The strangest part is that, despite never being in a war zone, the explosion felt like something out of one—an overwhelming shockwave that left me feeling as though I had evaporated. Since then, it has become difficult for me to look inward the same way again.