Vachon Imagined

Our lives are the tools through which we find our soul. It is I. It is you. It is everything.

It does not distinguish in the way humans do, because judgment may be something we allow, but it is not its nature. Not when you know who you are within it, where you reside in it, and that you come from it.

When people speak of their soul, they are speaking of where memory lives—the memory of who they were before they became what you see, what you feel, what you touch.

There is no human alive who can reclaim your soul for you but you, because you are not merely human. You are a soul. A memory. A perception. A stairway. And your life, every step of it, has been pointing you back to that soul.

Everything comes from it, and everything returns to it.

So, every day, we have the choice, and the humility, to place the world back upon ourselves and ask:

Can you live with me?
Will you accept me without distraction and without hope?
Can you remain here, in this presence, with all the confusion, happiness, pain, memory, and suffering?
Can you look at me before you look away?

It is flowing. It is here. It is now.

And everything else, no matter how far we go, ultimately comes back to ourselves.

The highest accountability is knowing this. Accepting this. Loving this, not because it is easy, not because it is beautiful, and not because it is free of suffering, but because it is the nature of what we are.

We are not separate from the soul.

We are the soul remembering itself.

And everything we encounter is another step back toward it.