At some point during reflection, it occurred to me that my ego felt like a box, a tiny one, surrounded by gates that guard it. No matter how pretty or flashy the box is, at the end of the day it’s still a box, limited and small. I can see my spirit inside that box, conscious about the situation, wanting to establish contact with me but instead, I’m so focused on taking care of the box that I’m unable to hear any messages.
These little houses and boxes are a representation of the ego. Many times there will be a mysterious habitant full of aliveness and energy inside; other times the house will remain closed with its beautiful protective grids that will ensure no one gets in or out.
