The soul – a sign of God

There is a really nice statement in the writings of Bahá’u’lláh about the soul:

The human soul is, in its essence, one of the signs of God, a mystery among His mysteries. It is one of the mighty signs of the Almighty, the harbinger that proclaimeth the reality of all the worlds of God. Within it lieth concealed that which the world is now utterly incapable of apprehending.

I’ve tried to visualise this mystery of the soul.

The mystery within
The picture should really be of a donut, since the mystery within each of us and the mystery beyond are, in reality, one and the same.

Between these two mysteries we make meaning. The making of meaning is the quintessential human activity, in some respects definitive of being human. However, making meaning is not our purpose in life, any more than eating is our purpose in life, even though we have to eat and to make meaning to stay alive. Our highest purpose and the supreme meaning of our lives is to come to know and love God.

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A Buddhist looks at the self

I read this Buddhist take on the self on thinkBuddha, a blog by Will Buckingham that bills itself as ‘wayward thoughts on the Buddhist way’. The writer has just returned from a conference in the USA and is reflecting on the cultural differences between the US and the UK.

One of the interesting things about being abroad – and given that I have been writing about conditions a fair amount here at thinkBuddha – is that you become aware of your own cultural conditioning. The UK is a very different place from the USA. The curious habits of the English, which seem hardly noticeable at home when everybody more or less is doing the same thing, become strongly apparent when everybody else is doing something slightly different.

He describes how his awareness of his own cultural conditioning has been heightened by reading

“Watching the English” (Kate Fox)

He writes:

Whilst reading the book, the awareness stole up on me that many of those things that I consider to be “me”, many of the things that I mentally claim for my own, are almost entirely culturally conditioned. We like to think of ourselves as somehow self-subsistent, as if we have fashioned and made ourselves. Sometimes, dishonestly, we claim those things about ourselves that we like as entirely to our own credit, whilst protesting that those things we don’t like can be attributed to external conditions.

The more I reflect upon cultural conditions – and those other sets of conditions, such as biological, genetic, circumstantial – the more this thing I see as a substantial “self” seems to dissolve before me. It is not that I find myself somehow disappearing into nothingness; it is rather that I find myself ever more closely a conditioned and contingent part of a conditioned and contingent world. My thoughts are not my own, but are made possible by a vast set of causes and conditions.

He goes on:

The fiction of a separate (or self-subsistent) self is one that effectively removes us from the world. Much of the Western philosophical tradition is founded upon this prior removal of the self from the world, and then occupies itself with the difficult process of attempting to reconnect this separated self to the world from which it has been divided. We feel alienated, not at home in the world, and we struggle to find a way back home. Given the apparent difficulty of the task, we find ourselves inventing homelands – whether political or spiritual – to which we aspire, homelands somewhere over there, always just around the next corner, beyond the present world. We dream of utopias. We turn nirvana into a place to which we might eventually journey. We dream of escape.

What we fail to realise, I suspect, is that we are already here, that there is nowhere else that could be a home for us than this fragile body, these contingent and fluctuating thoughts, this world into which it somtimes seems that we have been thrown, without our choosing. The reason we find ourselves strangely not at home in the world is not because we haven’t yet found the long and winding road homewards, but because we have made the mistake of separating ourselves out from the world in the first place.

I share this because it may, on the face of it, seem to be at odds with the Bahá’í Writings about the soul or self. However, I suspect that it may not be so distant from Bahá’u’lláh’s teachings. Bahá’u’lláh, after all, warns us against attachment to our desires, to the ‘vain imaginings’ our minds are inclined to construct and then worship, in a kind of mental idolatry.

What’s more, we do not understand the nature of the soul. Bahá’u’lláh speaks to us in a veiled language, although He leaves us in no doubt of the soul’s reality – but the soul that is real, is not the soul we so often imagine. And, of course, in the face of the reality of the Transcendent, it is non-existence itself.

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