A message to Depressed Soul

Dear Soul,

I know how hard it is to go through hell. I know how meaningless things appear; the very existence is meaningless.

I know what you go through when looking for your way out. I know how destroying it is to look for a way which does not have coordinates, and you cannot set off on this way physically because one cannot get on it through body. It is the path of the Soul from hell to heaven. Often times at least out of hell.

I know.

I even know what suffering it takes to get out of hell, find heaven, and then fall down back again. You forget the way out…and remember only vaguely that it was so simple.

Dear Soul, I do know.

However, I also know that the more often you find heaven, the less deeply you fall back down. It seems to you that you are in the same hell as before, but you are not. It is just a feeling of falling from a greater height.

Soul, the falls back down are part of the way. All your life, you are on the way. And it is up to you to decide what part of the way you go through heaven, and what part through hell. Or, you may decide to remain still. But if you know that you are on a path where you occasionally fall to hell, you can prepare for it. You can prepare a bag full of tools, aids, which will make your way out of the gorge easier. You know exactly what you like, dear Soul. Music, books, dancing, swimming, walks, favourite meal, … You know. Write a list and carry it with yourself. A list of aids in the bag, which will save you from falling ever deeper.

Do not let yourself be deceived that it is meaningless. That you do not have time. That you do not have the means. Pack everything that makes you content and happy on this path. And when in the hell, reach out for the first thing that comes to your mind.

The world in heaven is not an illusion of an insane person who, for a little while, had a feeling that there is no other way of living but to be happy. Do not trust those thoughts. They are not yours, dear Soul.

Persevere in hard times and pull out the first thing you find in your bag. If it does not help, pull out another one. And another one, until you find yourself at the exit from hell. Then you will immediately remember the path.

Dear Soul, the reality is exactly as you perceive it. You create it. What you see, is your view. And you are right. From any angle of your view. Reality is hell. Reality is heaven. Opt for heaven and do not give up in hell. But do not fight; no one has ever fought themselves out of hell.

Dear Soul, we are waiting for you in heaven. Keep pulling out aids from your bag until you are freed. They are our gifts to you, signposts given to you to find us. We will not follow you; you cannot be pulled out of hell. You must come out of it. Keep pulling out those aids and shortly you will find out that even at minor tripping, you will know exactly what to pull out of the bag. And if you forget and fall back again, know that it is not a failure. You are not incapable, dear Soul, and the heaven was not an illusion. Do not trust thoughts; just keep pulling out aids from your bag.

Dear Soul, we welcome you with the open arms of the universe; and we will continue warmly welcoming you after every fall.

Your loving Universe