He was a strong young man who walked with a darkness above his head and a hunch to his shoulders like he had a suit case that was not unpacked. He walked up to my door not even looking up right until he came to the door to ask for my eldest son. His smile was deep and amazingly bright only to show his deep sadness. But once inside the house, Hassan would blow a sigh of relief almost to say this this is safe place to be me. Hassan didn't live on dreams. He had more work experience and know-all than almost anyone I've ever met, having worked from the streets of hard knocks and lived in the house of pain. No one seemed to interested when he spoke because it was empty rhetoric of his past, yet you knew he was in the room, you knew he existed even if it was just for an hour.
Yes there many days of laughter and fun as he became part of our family. I had learned how to feel equally content with the ever-changing strangeness of new faces and new things, as we all were with the tried and true experiences of family. I had learned even if you can't always understand another person's language, there are underlying things connecting us all that defy conventional communication.
My most vivid and timeless memory of Hassan, was a late night knock at my door, hearing his words, "its me mom". As I answered I recognized his voice but I heard so much pain in his identification of himself. His eyes were glassy, but his smile prevailed only to greet me with a hug and a " I need to talk" explanation. So I woke my sister and we sat and talked from the edge of my bed, listening to tales of fun from my sister and old memories of our past sibling wars. He laughed so much that he fell from the edge of the bed. This lasted until the wee hours of the morning and as he noticed the hour was late, he tried to bid us goodnight, but we made him a bed in the living room and covered him just right. As I looked at him sleeping this man of 33, I realized he had not healed from his wounds of his past perpetrators. He was a child in his spirit someone who needed welcoming in this world. We were the adopted, we were his love.
They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Even though the eyes are the window to the soul, a lost soul is not always easy to see. A lost soul has had a tragedy, so devastating, they find it impossible to give their heart to anyone. This sorrow has betrayed their devotion to trust and they have withdrawn.
A lost soul may act certain of themselves, and their world, but you will find they ramble with their words, and in turn, are heading no where.
Lost souls can be dangerous to themselves and others, and can cause harmful memories of not careful. A lost soul may create many distractions and will make many excuses. A lost soul may frequently exacerbate their life with their choice of intoxicating habit, but this only delays reflection they need to restore.
Only a pure and patient heart can accommodate a lost soul, but it is ultimately only the lost soul who can pull themselves out from under their dark world, and learn to let go.
Never have I known this until I really became acquainted with the real beauty of a lost soul. As I look back into my life I did meet some "lost souls" yet I didn't recognized their character. I classed them into the lump of crazy people, just as a heard others say and judge. Boy was I wrong.
Lost souls are people who are spiritually adrift. For whatever reason, these individuals have blocked the intuitive guidance coming from their higher selves. In doing this, they have also cut themselves off from feeling the infinite love of the universe, and this leads to struggle, anger and sadness. As a result, a lost soul's life is very challenging.
With that being mentioned, this is where I began to meet, counsel and reach out to those lost souls. I had the extreme pleasure to meet 3 of the most loving individuals although harmful only to themselves, nevertheless loving to me.
We, as human beings, have been searching for these answers our entire history, to the questions, why cant they stop using drugs? Why do they keep hurting themselves? Don't they know how much people love them?
While we are physically present here on Earth we have our bodies to help us with time, to give us a reference in space. All of our senses, what we see, hear, feel, taste, and smell, and what we know, is based on our education and experience. One of the reasons we are here on Earth is to experience everything.
These individuals are not making their life decisions because they are trying to hurt themselves or anyone else, but rather because they have become blind to the guidance of the universe.
In fact, quite often they make poor choices because they are simply trying to distract themselves or numb the pain of the emptiness they feel from being spiritually disconnected.
That being said, it's good to remember that we are all on our own paths, and we each have the option of traveling through life in the way that we choose. Although we may have found a higher calling, the lost souls are choosing to experience life in a limited way-and that's their choice. We have to be the one to see and notice them and rise to the challenge to love them.
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Lost Souls
Non-FictionI had always thought that a lost soul was someone trapped between heaven and earth, someone who has died, but does not realize they are dead. Maybe they are someone with unfinished business. Like the reluctant spirits in "Ghost Whisperer," they can'...
