This is a story of a pilgrim wandering, not on a journey to a sacred site, but on a deepest quest: the search for his soul.
Honestly, he wasn't sure if he had one. Very many years before, when he was a vibrant young man and traveled a lot in search of a deeper meaning in his life, a Tibetan monk he happened to walk with for some time while in India, told him that not every human has a divine soul. This struck him immensely. For a long time he wondered why did he tell him something so devastating. But, slowly, as time went by, he began to realise that such a revelation was indeed a precious gift, that allowed him not to take for granted the presence of the soul.
On his inner journey he walked through many landscapes.
Ancient echoes, in their mute words, gave him hints, he had to become aware of. Archane secrets were unveiled to his blind eyes. And with all the people he met on his path, he had to learn to distinguish the good tongue from the bad one, often hidden behind opposite masks. The smiling and soothing ones were the seducing traps of the Opposer, while the others: sober and severe, were often the real treats full of blessings.
One evening, as twilight was slowly welcoming the dark of the night, he came upon an elderly gentle lady seated before a nice old cottage. Her figure glimmered under the soft glow of the evening light.
She raised a hand, beckoning. Her voice called out, asking if he was thirsty and wanted a cup of tea.
It was almost night, and, somehow, he felt safe to sit with this friendly old lady.
While he drank, she suddenly began to speak in a very solemn way that almost awed him. "The soul isn't something you find out there. It is something you cultivate within." she declared.
All of a sudden he realised he had an answer. No—he had "the" answer! Now he knew what he had to do!
He left with that good sentiment in his heart.
It was a very serene night, the stars and full moon shining peacefully in the sky, bathing the land in a magic luminescence. Everything emanated an intense tranquillity. A profound sense of peace spread throughout his entire being and, in that stillness, the words of the old gentle lady began to dilute their hypnotic pull. Somehow that kind of spell began to fall apart, unveiling hollowness where wisdom had seemed to dwell.
He repeated her sentence to himself, "It is something you cultivate within." Reflecting, he thought, "You cultivate something—something that exists. But I don't know that something. I don't know if I do have that something! Shall I perhaps pretend to have it? Do I invent it?!"
As he pondered, a storm of unease swirled within him. Doubt turned to dread, then anger. The realisation struck like a lightning bolt: the old "gentle" lady was not a real old gentle lady.
All of a sudden he realised the trap, the seducing trap! He recognised the action of the Opposer, always trying to captivate and mislead with soothing illusions.
But, at the same time, he knew the Opposer, with his tricks, is always at the service of the greater good. And his are not tricks, but trials to test the real good will!
All at once, a sudden insight, clear and sharp, flared within him—he realised that within himself, something had an unexpected movement. He couldn't explain it in a different way. There was a sudden and mute movement, almost a physical one, that spoke to him immediately.
His soul's voice! He recognised his soul! That movement. That inner movement. That sudden shift of energy deep inside. A tangible, although almost undetectable, inside energy movement.
A distressing, unsettling, sudden inside energy movement if the message is "No, don't do it!".
A soothing and reassuring energy if the answer is "Yes, go ahead!" Not a romantic feeling, nor a dramatic one, but indeed an energy soft movement..
The soul does not spend words in teaching, patronising, nor speaks idyllic or tragic talks. The soul lights up signals. You perceive the inner shift and immediately you feel the yes or no answer. It is very direct the soul.
When you grasp how it works you instantly "know" .A total certitude, no doubts, just the feeling of absolute truth.
This is the soul. If you have a divine soul your compass is inside!
[And this is my tip: remain constantly aware of the innumerable fake masters who are here to challenge your soul!]
This is a story of a pilgrim wandering, not on a journey to a sacred site, but on a deepest quest: the search for his soul. 
