For some time now I have been reflecting on the experience of what has historically been called the soul. Not the psyche, for me it is more of a word that refers to the content whose underlying origin generates the entire spectrum of states through which the experiences of what we call the soul put us in. Soul in that sense is more like a kind of spatiality in which we experience its nature when we encounters it in our material reality. It is not the embodied reality itself. But more of an individual self-observing relationship between our person and the experiences we have in the encounter with that spatiality. Right there it has nothing to do with anyone else, but it is exclusively our own relationship to what we encounter there. Something we as children or a still immature person in their undeveloped relationship to it cannot perceive. The special thing about meditative self-reflection is that we move our attention and presence of mind there when we withdraw from the usual pollution of this relationship and the confusion we then make of it in our everyday life with others, for the fundamental perspective we carry within us that emerge from the concentrated and fundamental mental stillness it implies. To the content that is in various ways both determining and liberating us from the conditioning that does not directly have to do with the content we encounter there in solitude, but has more to do with an environment that tries to avoid it. In any case, the invisible sphere of states, our multifaceted experiences that arise from them in their relationship to their underlying origin, and the functions that are embedded in our nature so that we can learn to perceive and accept their invitation, are there, side by side, right next to the mental intellect that in a mess of ideas, opinions, emotional states and their opposites, constantly mixes everything up in the confusion that arises when we cannot distinguish between what conditions us, an awareness of our disfigured inner parental figures in their function as mediators and referents to the content of our psyche and the ways in which it manifests itself as soul in both a personal, social and cultural sense. Yet it is there, as our nature, as a present personification of something real we can only see from a perspective that has been shifted through attentive meditative observation. It’s like a perspective on the world, in constant motion from within. On the world as soul.