Do you know what a soul actually looks like? Can you even imagine the vision? For my entire life, I had seen depictions of glowing beings, wrapped in light, flowing between the two worlds of the here and now and the afterlife. Amazing how mankind's imagination got it all wrong. I know what souls look like, because I am one. An essence without a body, a sparkle of energy, the very construct of my own intelligence and inner being that was held captive in a strange mass of flesh and blood, water and hair that moved about one world as many others moved around me and others upon countless worlds across a universe of energy trapped in bulking bodies of useless solid matter.

I was a physical being once, stuck in linear time, seeing one second at a time in order of the ticking of the clock. The sun rose and set each and every single day. The seasons changed and sustenance was consumed to fuel the bodies that would someday be forsaken as it failed and no longer was strong enough to hold us. I was freed when my body was very old, surrounded by those who loved me, though I was still around them, they could not see nor hear me, and I didn't care. It seemed that all that I held on to was nothing but limited concepts of a physical life. Stress, anger, fear, hatred, even love seemed so unimportant suddenly when I heard that strange little "pop" and was freed.

All around me were familiar feelings, people that I had known in the past, my mother, father, and sister, who had died at a very young age. Though I was reunited in spirit, I was not joyous at first. You see, when you are conceived and grow in a body, you know nothing of what is the truth. The bodies, are like pots of soil, nurturing and feeding the development of intellect. Souls are really nothing more than pure and invisible energy. You can best describe the essence of a being as neurons and synapse charged with electrical and chemical signals that run through the body, but when the being becomes weak, those electrical impulses, matured, escape and leave the husk to rot away like the useless and unconsumed peel of a fruit or onion. Buried and composted back into the Earth, while those sparks of energy surround each and every one of you, watching and listening, understanding and curious. We float above you, walk next to you, we pass though solid walls and sit next to you in theaters, and homes, watching your television sets and even playing with your pets. Yes, when your cat chases something that you cannot see, when your dog looks up and barks at the ceiling... It's us.

Once we adapt to no longer being physical, our senses return to to us and again, we feel love and take joy in being reunited with others who have escaped before. Though strangely, I and many others, had forgotten our names, and even our genders. It seems so very unimportant when you have no body to hold you back. Time isn't even a concern, as it is what you call time. I shall use that word to be simple for your understanding. We can see and hear the past and the future, all bundled up like a giant ball. Past, present and future, all the same moment to us, as we peer into any given point in what you call history. I watched the dinosaurs become extinct, I watched the world form, I saw man walk on the moon and even watched my old body die over and over again, to see my physical family all in one place as they surrounded my bed, all of this, simultaneously. Some of us, and I do include myself, enjoy avoiding looking towards the future, the time after our passing and just watch, as if we were still a part of some solid universe. We travel across the stars and through countless worlds, still learning and developing. Souls are never complete, but are allowed to grow even further than they could in a single mortal life.

I watched my children grow old and join me in a never ending quest of learning. I've taken great pleasures in watching movies and TV shows, sometimes with those I knew, but mostly just "sitting" in a vacant seat in a theater or chair in a living room. Oh yes, I should explain that concept. You see, the neurons and synapse developed in a physical body hold that same basic shape even afterwards, because our essence is familiar with that construct. If you could actually see a soul with your eyes, it would seem as if there were millions are stars shimmering in the shape of a body. Though you would not see eyes, ears or even a mouth. Just a twinkling body of lights. Five fingers, five toes, a torso, arms, legs, neck and head... all in proper place, just not solid at all.

Sometimes it's fun, that we can pass through special devices and send off it's electro magnetic field detection. I have often played with so called "ghost hunters" and other paranormal investigators. Some of you actually have it right, but you still cannot see or hear us. We play with you because it's something we can do. I and we, are beings of energy, everything around us, around you, the trees, the wind, the warmth of the sun, all other forms of essence fuel us, feed us. The very movement of planets and stars is all that we basically need. So we do not eat or drink as you do. So let me tell you what I saw, what I see and feel as I now exist.

It began with my grandson. He was born, both physically and spiritually just days after my body died. I watched him grow up, and I saw his children and grandchildren do the same. Mankind made it's way across the stars in several generations afterwards, colonizing first the Moon, then mars and then even further out, in floating colonies of ships that stayed within the solar system. Many generations later, they left it all behind, the Earth and desolate planet, stripped of all natural resources, a result of overpopulation and wars. Mankind was everywhere, as far as they could reach, and each generation that passed came to be among us souls. More and more, our numbers grew and some of man where even becoming aware of our presence, even though many before had made such false claims in the past, it became a fact of life that some, a third of the human population, had truly evolved to feel us around them. Only one percent of those could actually see us. They understood and religion eventually faded away over a thousand more generations, as answers to mankind's questions of the afterlife were answered. Still they could not hear us, nor did we even attempt to make speech towards them. We souls speak our own language, not spoken in any way at all, we simply communicate in a way that I can best describe to you as sudden realization. Imagine suddenly having an idea, a thought, an epiphany. That is how we communicate, we just know what another is wanting to say.

I watched as mankind evolved, changing into smaller creatures, technology replacing body parts, life extending to hundred of years and eventually thousands. Mankind was no longer human, had long forgotten their origins and their home world of Earth. They stopped fighting, disease was no longer relevant, and they began to become bored with the notion of living. The sun finally grew to consume the old planet and it too faded away. Across the universe, stars began to die, and none were being born again. Mankind went on, living on different worlds, moving from one to another to find a viable means of survival. Exploration had gone as far as it could and they knew everything there was to know about all things. I saw the last vestiges of what was once my own species as they desperately clung to the last remaining days of warmth and light, until they too, came to be among us.

There was nothing. All that was and ever will be, didn't collapse, didn't explode, it just went dark. One hundred and ten trillion years after my escape from physical life, the universe was over, and in another twenty trillions years, a new one will be born from the collision of two other universes outside of the great void between realities. But that, of course is only measured in the limited understanding of time. Again, I watch the collapse of my old mortal body, and then I watch my birth. When you are free, you exist everywhere, anywhere and all moments.

I have seen, heard and learned all things that ever were, are and will be, because that is what it is to be a free soul. So now you ask your question. How are you reading this? How am I able to convey this message to you? Like I said, we communicate through sudden inspiration, and this person, who is sitting in front of his computer, writing all of this down, to share with you, is nothing more than my tool, I gave dreams and ideas, I shared my knowledge with the writer's own inner being and though he is aware of what he is writing, he simply thinks this is all a part of his inspired imagination. That is how it is. Quintessence inspiration.