Re: Episode 1.04: Aces and Eights
Hmm. Well, at least it wasn’t a complex question like, ‘How do you make a paper kite?’ Still it was a powder keg question –loaded and incendiary. Pieran liked those kinds of questions and he took some time before answering, allowing their walk around the grounds to drift wherever spirit guided them, to say nothing of carrying them farther from the mansion that so seemed to unsettle Alexis' nerve.
“I went to a bar one day," Pieran said at last. His voice was soft and mild, an intimate conversation that would not disquiet the trees and gardens. "A man beside me started talking but he really didn't say anything at all. I needed him to be quiet because I was stalking prey at the time. In the end I missed the kill thanks to his incessant babbling.”
He paused to help set the stage.
“Alex, to me, the soul is conscience, a creature of perpetual evolution. The medium through which Soul evolves is consciousness, which is thought, memory, knowledge. In short: experience, time, the past. The medium generally perishes at some point and so the Soul must seek a renewed medium through which to resume its evolution. Some of its past lingers, like a dog that has run through mud –when it’s time to return home he carries some mud back to his master. It is a measure of Soul’s evolution; it’s learnings.
“For example, when a child learns something he graduates to something higher. In the same way, as Soul evolves, it changes the consciousness it works with so that it does not need to return to the basics; it evolves beyond its current understanding. That’s the whole point!
“And so, in a sense, Soul informs consciousness. And then consciousness, guided by this spiritual compass, moves in the direction that best offers what Soul is seeking. Well, sometimes. I'm being deliberately simplistic, of course, but we're only just 'opening the book,' so to speak."
He paused, picked up a fallen leaf and looked at it, turning it round by its stem. It was bright with the colors of autumn -gold, green, red and orange. It smelled like fall and felt of both leather and paper. He handed it to her so she could play with it also, bidding her to smell it, and to feel it tickle across her lips.
“Anyway, there resides within the consciousness of Pieran Swift, no fewer than a dozen Souls each with varying degrees of evolution. Like skillful artists they are sharing a single palate dotted with colors and opportunity." He nodded toward the leaf in her hand as they walked on, hoping she'd connect the dots. "They ‘talk’ to me, commune with me, paint their portraits through me if you will, and I try and follow their guidance. My behavior, my language, mannerisms, and ultimately my moral choices are their brush strokes upon the canvas of this body. Can they do ‘more’ for me? What more should they do? If you heed the counsel of a wise Soul then nothing else need be done. If you do not then no more can be done. In other words, Alex, the ‘more’ is in your hands, not theirs.” He smiled, eyeing her briefly, letting his point strike home. "You, this body-mind willful consciousness with its attending four-layer bio-body suit is the Soul’s chief effective force in the world and if we do not allow Soul to use it rightly, really it is like the jabbering of that imbecile at the bar, telling a tale of sound and fury, signifying nothing; spoiling everything.”
That was a lot to digest so he paused briefly, returning with a more cautionary voice. “In my case, the original tenant of this consciousness is the man in charge of the house. But when forced by extremis, or incapacitated under certain remarkable conditions, my more dominate Souls take charge. In other words, this ship is never without a man –or woman- behind the helm. If the captain is unable to command the ship, the first mate takes over. Believe me I know what I’m saying.
“So while there are some ‘perks’ to possessing a surfeit of Conscience, there is also a terrible price to pay…which is why I think the Powers that Be sometimes do us a favor by not giving us too much.
“Now then,” he concluded, his voice still more grave, “you must tell me why you are asking this question.”