| THE SOUL PLANE |
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| The soul plane is above the mental plane and is considered the first of the higher worlds. It exists in the realm of pure Spirit, beyond duality, and it is the home of our true self, Soul. |
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| Between the mental and soul planes lies a thin layer of separation which is sometimes called the etheric plane. While traveling with a spiritual master from the lower worlds into the higher worlds, I once experienced this border region as a patch of dark fog. We entered into it and for a short time we were completely immersed in its gloom; it felt cool, yet not unpleasant. On the other side we emerged into a soul plane region of brilliant light and vibrating sound. |
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| During another experience I was rowed across a river by a hooded figure. It was totally dark, with only the master sitting next to me shedding light to see by. (As seen in this picture, it reminded me of the ancient Greek legend of the River Styx.) When we landed on the opposite shore, a tunnel appeared which led us into a beautiful valley. I've often questioned the purpose of this separation zone between the mental and soul planes. Why the darkness? Shouldn't it be brighter than the mental plane? The best answer I could come up with is that the darkness symbolizes the fact that in the human consciousness we can't make the transition |
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| between the mind and the Soul state alone. It takes the guidance - the light - from the Inner Master, our higher self, to get across. |
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| A second reason could be that the mind cannot handle the full light and power of Soul without suffering adverse effects. This is why there has to be a buffer zone to shield the mind from direct exposure to Soul. In the human microcosm this buffer zone is known as the etheric body, which appears as a thin, black sheath around the mental body. The etheric body is also widely called intuition, or the unconscious, because one of its functions is to act as the conduit for divine inspiration from Soul to the mind. |
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| Besides the dark fog and black river, I've encountered a third symbol of the gateway between the mental plane and the soul plane. It is often described as the "inner temple" or the "temple within." In contemplation I've seen it symbolically as a white mansion similar to this one. It sits atop a green hill, with a winding path leading up to its door. Many persistent attempts during my spiritual exercises were required to finally reach the top of the hill and pass through the door. (It happened when I imagined a master of light and sound at each switchback on the path, giving me love and |
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| encouragement along the way.) Inside the inner temple I found no rooms, just a dark mist gently wafting down from the ceiling. Looking up I could see a pinpoint of light in the far distance at the top of the highest turret. |
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| I floated up through the mist for a long time until I emerged from the top of the turret into a land of golden, shimmering mountains and plains. The contrast between this brilliant realm and the dark, damp mist symbolizing the etheric plane was overwhelming. The light here seemed brighter than the interior of the sun. I felt more alive than I had ever felt before. Suffused in total bliss I flew over the landscape, knowing with absolute certainty that this was the soul plane. |
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| Such a description of course begs the question: if the soul plane is a state beyond duality where supposedly nothing exists in relation to anything else and everything is a paradox, how can it look like a landscape of mountains and plains? Not surprisingly the answer is itself a paradox - it does and it doesn't. Soul can easily grasp a state of potential where opposites are one. The mind, however, deals only with separate manifestations. Therefore, when trying to describe a spiritual experience in the higher worlds in mental terms, as we are doing now, Soul will translate the reality it experiences into a simulacrum or symbol the mind can understand and form a memory from. Hence, the image of golden mountains and plains. Needless to say, this image is not the true reality of the soul plane, for mental concepts are woefully inadequate to describe anything in the higher worlds. (Still . . . we try. :-)) |
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| An alternative, non-visual way of describing the higher planes would be through their corresponding sound. Each plane represents a set of vibratory rates that produces a particular sound. This sound is perceived during spiritual experiences or travels on each of the planes. On the soul plane the sound generally heard is the note of the flute, although the music of bagpipes is also associated with this world. (It goes without saying that the sounds produced by our earthly flute and bagpipe instruments are a poor |
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| reflection or imitation of the real sounds generated by the movement of Divine Spirit through the planes.) |
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The relationship between the soul plane and its sound was demon- strated to me by the master in the continuation of the experience mentioned at the top of this page. After we emerged from the dark fog into a world of bright, golden clouds, I could hear the sound of the flute all around me. It was a single note, pitched medium to low. The "ground" we were standing on vibrated with it. I bent down and touched the soul plane substance with my "hand" (again, a mental symbol memory of a soul plane experience), and realized the entire plane was made up of the sound. It wasn't merely that everything vibrated -- the very fabric of the plane consisted solely of the sound. |
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| Hearing the sound on the higher planes isn't the same as hearing the sound on the lower planes, much like seeing in the higher worlds is different from seeing in the lower worlds. While perceptions in the lower worlds are processed through senses and imprinted on our memory by the mind, experiences in the higher worlds are much more subtle. They occur via direct perception by Soul, without the medium of the senses, and are then translated into symbols or perceptions that the mind can grasp. Lastly, these subtle perceptions - if the mind accepts them as real - are turned into memories so we can remember them after our spiritual experience is over. |
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| As I was trying to perceive the sounds and sights of the higher worlds in my spiritual exercises, I struggled with this difference. I simply could not hear the sound of the flute, the pipes, or any of the other sounds of the higher worlds - probably because I expected them to be the same as the perceptions on the lower planes. Only when I accepted the subtle direct perceptions of Soul as reality, banishing all doubts from my mind, did I finally begin to have some success in my quest. At that point the sound of the flute began to flow through me, going on and on inside me like a steady stream of glowing atoms. |
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| Another aspect of the soul plane I admit to having difficulty with is its ruler, Sat Nam. Paul Twitchell mentions him in his book The Tiger's Fang, along with Jot Niranjan, the ruler of the astral plane, and Kal Niranjan, the ruler of the mental plane. At first blush, the concept of "rulers" or "gods" in the inner planes seems anachronistic - a throwback to an old pantheistic era with its arrays of squabbling, trident wielding, lightning-bolt throwing gods. But then, I figure even in ancient times the "gods" were viewed less as individuals than as personifications of what the people believed were the governing principles of the physical and spiritual worlds. This is certainly what I believe: Jot Niranjan, Kal Niranjan, and Sat Nam are the personifications of the vibratory characteristics ruling the physical/astral, causal/mental, and soul planes. They don't really exist as individual bodies or persons, but they can appear to a spiritual traveler as individuals if there is a reason, such as imparting knowledge. Apparently, we can perceive and accept spiritual wisdom more easily if it seems to come from a divine entity rather than an abstract set of principles or an energy field. |
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| Sat Nam is said to be the first true manifestation of God, the creator, the source of all life. Yet how can we talk about a manifestation of God on a spiritual plane where there isn't supposed to be any manifestation? It's a paradox along the same lines as Soul itself, which is a unique individual but at the same time one with the essence of God. Maybe what it means is that Sat Nam is the first true individual expression of God, which becomes possible only on the plane that corresponds to spiritual individuality, the soul plane. Each individual Soul is of course also an expression of God, but presumably not with the same degree of purity as Sat Nam. Be it as it may, I was most curious to meet this spiritual ruler and glean some divine wisdom from him. |
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As I chanted Sat Nam's name in my spiritual exercises, I once saw a large golden palace which reminded me somewhat of this picture of Angkor Wat in Cambodia, except that the walls and towers had purple highlights. I entered through the main doors that opened before me and found myself in a vast hall with pews like a cathedral. There was no one in the hall but for one very large, nebulous being at the front of the hall which I couldn't clearly make out. That's as far as I got during this particular experience. |
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| During another attempt I was traveling through silvery mist on the soul plane until I saw a gleaming white castle atop a hill. When I tried to enter I was somehow barred from doing so. After a moment I noticed there was a line of people in front of the door, all waiting to get in and see Sat Nam. Then my viewpoint pulled back and I realized the line of people stretched all the way down the switchback road to the plain below and beyond. I couldn't see myself getting in line behind all the other souls and suggested to my spiritual master that we could just fly over them and bypass the queue. He shook his head and said, no, I would have to be patient. |
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| Well, many attempts later I'm still waiting, still patient. Not that I believe there really is a line of souls ahead of me, shuffling wearily on the road to meet Sat Nam. That was just a symbolic way of letting me know that if such an audience were to occur, it would happen in its own time. I've asked myself, does self-realization require a meeting with the ruler of the soul plane? Is there some secret knowledge or power imparted only by him, without which one's self-realization would be incomplete? Right now, I think probably not. At least not in the sense of meeting a personified deity. An understanding of the principles of the soul plane and the higher self can likely be imparted by Spirit and the master without such an audience, leading the spiritual student to experience the state of self-realization. To me, self-realization means living life from the perspective of the higher self, Soul, at all times. It is knowing that one's existence is a gift from God and being grateful for it, whatever one's circumstances in life. It means being an instrument, or vehicle, for Divine Spirit without setting any conditions on it or asking for anything in return. It includes being detached, yet compassionate, as well as maintaining the balance between power and love. And it involves seeing all life as a creation of God, and all living beings as children of God, always, always. |
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