Thanks to Vicki Woodyard for permission to
repost her wisdom from the Nonduality Salon group
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NondualitySalon/
For more of Vicki's wonder-full writings:
http://www.bobwoodyard.com/

And the Soul Moves
The soul moves and the ego has to follow. Christ
moved and Jesus had to follow; that is the
crucifixion road for the ego. It never wants to
go, but if it was in the lead, nothing meaningful
would ever happen.I remember when my ego tried to
wiggle out of its promises to take care of a dying
husband. It was so tired and angry and broken. It only
wanted someone to care for it, to say "there, there."
It didn't happen that way until the very end and it
was soul that spoke to me.

Soul is still speaking and darned if it doesn't speak
in silence. It has no words with which to motivate me;
it has no physical eyes to penetrate my thick defenses.
No, it manages to push me off cliffs of courage that
I would never set one foot upon. It is that determined to
break the mold called "me." So far it has not succeeded.
But soul never gives up. It calls to us in the dead of
winter, when the blinds are drawn and blankets muffle
our shivering bones. "Draw back," the ego calls, "draw
back. Something awesome is upon us."

The spiritual journey is into the desert and into the
tiger's mouth of the absolute. The partial does no good
when life and death hang in the balance. It is one or
the other; take your choice. And no one cares or sees that
you are being called to take up your cross. It doesn't
matter; you must go. The ego's fifteen minutes will soon
be up.

And then the silence fructifies not crucifies. The desert
in blossom is the soul being raised the third day. Not into
fame but into glory...not into high noon but into the
timeless. Not into fortune but into love. Everything you
have ever done in your life is consumed in the firepit of
compassion...forgotten and hallowed, forgiven and consoled.
This I have heard. And yet the soul that moves the ego into
death is not proud but determined. It will have its way.
And the soul moves and the ego is no more.

Vicki Woodyard
http://www.bobwoodyard.com/speaking.html