Commentaries by Cynthia

It was during lunch with my sister that the topic of “soul injury” came up.

What is a soul injury, you may wonder?

It is an act inflicted on us by others that causes something deep within us to shift positions. At the very core or center of our being, an intensely painful somersault takes place that is beyond the anguish of a broken heart. It is as though something precious dies and something else is gradually reborn, and we are never the same again.

For nearly as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to help humanity – to be of service to humanity. But now I see the dark side of the human race; the arrogant and self-centered nature of the Human Being. It is a darkness that exists in almost everyone, although most of us will not face or acknowledge our baser instincts that make us lie, cheat, steal, ravish, use, and/or discard another person. To absolve ourselves of wrongdoing, we will rationalize and excuse our misbehavior by flippantly throwing out comments like: “Tough luck. Grow up. Get over it.”

If only it were that easy, the injured person laments, their heart and mind still reeling from the pain of betrayal, loss or deceit. “Why is this happening to me?” they wonder. “What did I ever do to deserve this kind of mistreatment?”

“Take me back,” their soul cries. “Take me back to five minutes ago – when everything was still okay.” But time stands still as the scorching memory is burned into infinity. All light of hope disappears as they are thrown into the fiery pits of hell, and no one around them even cares.

Realizing they are now (and have always been) on their own, they draw themselves up to the challenge before them – to show these heartless people that they can’t get by with treating another human being so cruelly. A dose of their own medicine will give them food for thought, should they be tempted to treat another person with such blatant disrespect in the future.

The soul shift has been made and the sleeping tigress awakens. She’s never wanted to hurt anything or anyone before. But she does now. Why should she forgive them? Why should she show them any grace, mercey or compassion? After all, none was shown to her.

This is what a soul injury did to me. And yes, I'm okay now, although I will never be the same. My life has taken on a new meaning and a new purpose, and I'm in a much better environment now. It's the memories that haunt me and probably will until the day I die.

So think very seriously before you set out to slay someone. That vulnerable kitten of a person - the one everyone likes to bully - may eventually awaken in ways you could only imagine.

I mean, really, didn't you see the movie Carrie?