The Soul's Code

An Apology to My Muse Master of My Demesne

The Soul's Code

"Fold 'Em" Soul Journal Page by Shannan Sinclair

In his bestseller The Soul's Code, James Hillman proposed that each of us has a calling, and inborn imperative, coded into our very soul and that in order to find fulfillment with our lives, we have to realize that calling.

This invisible guiding force, ever urges us toward our destiny, ever prods us to live our highest truth. The Romans called it our ‘genius’. The Greeks called it the ‘daimon’.

How many of us are living according to our soul’s code?

How many of us are following our deep-seeded spark of genius?

Are you?

My guess would be that only 10% of us are. The other 90% of us have forsaken it—set it aside for various reasons. Maybe because we have to be responsible grown-ups and work at jobs and pay rent and raise our children and survive? Maybe because we don’t know what our calling is in the first place?

Daimon is the Greek derivative of the word demon. And isn’t it so true that when we deny our calling, when we shove our destiny deep down within us, it turns on us. Instead of being the higher voice of the divine inspiring us to our greatness, it becomes the demon that eats away at us from the inside because we won’t let it out into our life.

When I look around, I see that a lot of us are living with a rabid daimon. Left in a cage it creates havoc. Are you depressed? Are you constantly enraged? Does everything you touch turn to dust? Do you wonder why your life does not seem to go anywhere? Or brings no lasting joy or pleasure?

I know that place well. I have tread quietly around my daimon my whole life. Every, other thing took precedent over listening to the call of my purpose. And my life always seemed out of sync...always off...flat.

When I stopped denying my soul’s code, and started doing what it is I was meant to do, everything shifted.

Life isn’t perfect. I still have to work my night job as a 911 dispatcher. Stresses and problems still exist. But my outlook is completely different. I have an intense spark of joy in my heart. There is a thrill to getting up each morning (or in my case, afternoon :-)).

As long as a touch base with my daimon every day, do just one thing I came to this body and planet to do, the rest of the bullshit is just, well...bullshit.

And the daimon rewards me for listening. It rises up to meet my efforts with divine assistance. Miracles abound.

My files for Dream Walker are converted for both Kindle and Nook and ready to upload to Amazon and Barnes and Noble! And today my daimon knocked on the door in the form of FedEx with the first proofs of Dream Walker in paperback!

All systems are go, go, GO!