When does the soul enter the body?

I didn’t really think about it that much. I guess I just took it for granted that the soul and god was part of it all, and didn’t really give much thought as to when, for instance, does the soul enter the body.

I gave this some though and came up with the following conclusions, which are by no means an absolute take on the whole thing, as my beliefs may evolve as I continue on this journey.

“When does the soul enter this bundle of cells?”

Ah, the soul. To think that there is a definite moment, a magical or mystical point in time when the soul makes contact with a living organism would be absurd. There would be so many possibilities and just as many objections for any chosen answer.

This is what I think:

I believe the “soul” is everywhere and in everything. Every living organism has a “soul,” or essence, which is continually evolving and transforming in time and space. I see this soul as the living energy that creates life.

There is not a specific moment in which the soul enters the body, but rather the “soul” is in every single cell of a living organism as energy. The combination of the different cells and consequent formation of a body follows an amalgamation of everything in it.

Where is god?

Therefore, as I see it, this energy that is flowing in everything around us constitutes the very deity that some people call god. But I would be very wary of coming to a definite conclusion of what the essence of this immense energy is because I don’t think it can be explained or describe accurately with words.

We are part of a universe so vast, incredible, mysterious and beautiful and we are never going to leave, only transform, and that I think, amounts to some form of eternal “life,” only not in our present form.

A Musical Quest for the Self (Part I)

Life in this world can be a long and hectic journey, but somehow most people seem to believe that there is “something” else out there. Even more, a lot of us have a fervent belief in that there is more to our lives than what we experience in the physical world.

I can accept, for the most part, the everyday occurrences I live. I can feel the cold in the morning when I wake up and get up from bed. I can accept the fact that there are miniscule floating particles of steam carrying around the smell of a fresh batch of coffee. I have no problem dealing the mundane conventionalisms of paying for gas with cash, and now often times with virtual currency packaged in a fancy golden debit card. But then I start questioning what can’t be as easily perceived. Especially when I turned on the radio or play one of my favorite songs and feelings overwhelm my whole being. I have to question what I know, or think I know, when a melody brings a tear to my eyes. I think about the possibilities when glimpses from the past begin to fill my mind when I hear certain tune.

What is happening to me?
What and how are these vibrations touching when they travel trough the air and reach my ears?
Is my soul being touched by these sounds? Is my spirit being elevated by these harmonies?

It would be really difficult to assess and ultimately reach a final conclusion on these questionings, but based on personal experience and the way music has contributed in practically every aspect of a person’s life, I would like to venture the notion that all questions posed have definite answers, that these answers will be different from person to person, and that they are all probably right.