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Ernie Vecchio is also the author of

The Soul’s Intent:
An Interview with the Divine

http://www.ernievecchio.com

"One who loses the mercy and confidence of their inner voice lives in fear of it."

~Vecchio~

Table of Contents

Preface
Chapter One – Fate
Chapter Two – The Comparison
Chapter Three – Voices
Chapter Four – The Tirade
Chapter Five – I Will Ask
Chapter Six – The Companion
Chapter Seven – Humbled by Ego
Chapter Eight – The Human Spark
Chapter Nine – Kept In the Dark
Chapter Ten - Why

PREFACE
Book of JOB
Synopsis

There was an extremely pious man named Job. He was very prosperous, and had seven sons and three daughters. Constantly fearing that his sons may have sinned and “cursed God in their hearts”, he habitually offered burnt offerings as a pardon for their sins.
A divine council of Angels and the accuser or adversary (Satan) present themselves to God. God asks Satan his opinion on Job, apparently a truly pious man. Satan answers that Job is pious only because he is prosperous. In response to Satan's assertion, God gives Satan permission to destroy Job's possessions and family.
All of Job's possessions are destroyed and the wind causes the house of his firstborn to collapse killing all of Job's offspring who were gathered for a feast. Job does not curse God after this but instead shaves his head, tears his clothes and says, “Naked I came out of my mother's womb, and naked shall I return : Lord has given, and Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of Lord.”
Job endures these first calamities without reproach. Meanwhile, Satan solicits permission to afflict his person as well, and God says, “Behold, he is in your hand, but don't touch his life.” Satan, therefore, smites him with dreadful boils, and Job, seated in ashes, scrapes his skin with broken pottery. His wife prompts him to “curse God, and die” but Job answers, “You speak as one of the foolish speaks. Moreover, shall we receive good from God and shall not receive evil?”
Hearing of the evil that has befallen Job, three of his friends come to console him. There is a fourth who plays a significant role in the dialogue; however, his arrival is not described. His friends spend seven days sitting on the ground with Job, without saying anything to him because they see that he is suffering and in much pain. Job breaks his silence and “curses the day he was born.”
In the epilogue, God condemns Job's friends for their ignorance and lack of understanding while commending Job for his righteous words. He then commands them to prepare burnt offerings and reassures them that Job will pray for their forgiveness. Job is restored to health, gaining double the riches he possessed before and having seven sons and three daughters (his wife did not die in this ordeal). His new daughters were the most beautiful in the land, and each was given inheritance along with their brothers. Job is blessed once again and lives on another 140 years after the ordeal, living to see his children to the fourth generation and dying peacefully of old age.

Chapter One
FATE

I drove to the lodge and sat in my truck, searching the back seat for my cell phone. Pieta, I suspected, would already be in the lodge restaurant, waiting patiently to speak with me. What was going on? We were close once, but we hadn’t spoken since college. What is the urgency now, especially to ask me to drive hours to meet?
I got out of my vehicle and slowly approached a rustic log structured lodge with a large deck and winding steps. In the distance, I could hear the wonderful sounds of nature, birds chirping and waterfalls crashing. It was autumn, my favorite time of the year. The leaves still glistened from a recent rain, and the air held a damp green smell of renewal. The early evening sun cast a perfect light to deepen the colors. It was almost surreal.
As I approached the restaurant where we were meeting, memories of this old friendship flooded my thoughts. I remember him as a deeply spiritual man. Was he still on his path? And what was this profound message he had mentioned — a thirty-six hundred year old dream written down but never interpreted? He sounded excited to tell me.
“I am flying out shortly after we meet,” he had said on the phone. “Can we meet to talk about it? The message in this ancient dream supports your teachings — you will love it.”
Supports my teachings? To what is he referring?
Surprisingly, this country lodge was more crowded than I thought it would be for a Sunday. Maybe it was the church crowd from this small community. Working my way into the dining room, Pieta waved at me from the corner. He was sitting by a window that overlooked the waterfalls.
Approaching, I noticed a commotion at the table next to him. People were shuffling and cooing as if talking to a new baby. The manager had come over to break up the noise. When everyone dispersed, I could see what was getting so much attention—a puppy, in a basket under the table. Next to the basket was Pieta leaning in to play with it. “You’ve got to love puppies! They are the ultimate magnet.” he said.
He loosened his jacket to make himself comfortable and stood up to shake my hand. I forgot how dark he can get when he’s been in the sun. I noticed he was a little grayer around the edges, but the calm that comes from his face was familiar and soothing to me. This I remembered well.
“I can’t believe you came on such short notice,” he said, grasping my hand with the certainty and warmth of a mentor. “I juggled my schedule in hopes that you would meet me, and here you are!”
“Well, you got my curiosity going when we spoke on the phone!”
“That was the intent. Sit down. I don’t have a lot of time, and I have much to tell you.”
Removing my coat, I sat in the corner closest to the scenic view. We ordered coffee and spent the first 30 minutes telling old stories and remembering our first meeting. I didn’t avoid speaking about the newest transition that was taking place inside of me. Pieta could always tell when I was changing.
“So are you still the moving target I remember?” he asked.
I always had difficulty hiding my feelings from him. He was one of my few friends who actually knew me. “I’ve really missed your gift of being able to see me. Do you want the truth?”
“Is there anything else?” he asks.
“Well, the truth is, I am changing so much internally these days that very little of what I thought was real about my life remains. I’ve been considering becoming more reclusive and moving to a different place that supports my passion for teaching.”
“I remember that you said there were a couple more books in you. Is that part of the decision as well?”
“Yes, of course,” I said. “But, I still struggle with the ego and whether anybody really cares about what I think and feel about all of this.”
He smiles. “So what are you going to do?”
“I’m still sorting it out,” I said. “I just know that I am moving internally and I don’t want to interfere with it.”
Inverting my concerns, as Pieta typically does in these discussions, he remarks, “Sounds as if you are entering the wonderful place of uncertainty.”
“Uh, I guess,” I said. “You always turn this around on me. What do you mean?”
“Your struggle is in this thirty-six hundred year-old dream.”
The restaurant fell away to white. It was like there was no one else in the room but us.
“Tell me more about this dream,” I said.
He looked out the window, then back at me. “I told you on the phone that I was researching the location of The Book of Job. I found out that the experience actually took place in the Middle East.
“The more I looked into this, the more exciting it became. Based on a translation of an ancient Sumerian text, the Erra Epos, it relates a story of catastrophic destruction, on a scale comparable to nuclear weapons, about this time in history at the Sinai Peninsula and at the city of Sodom and Gomorrah. This would have created some sort of ‘nuclear cloud’ that would have been carried by the prevailing winds eastward, causing death and desolation to anything in its path.”
“That is incredible!” I said. “What does this mean in the context of Job’s experience?’
“Well,” he said. “I kept hearing that we don’t know the author of The Book of Job. We are not sure when it was written, except that it predates Christ by, at least, a thousand years. And when I spoke to the church, they didn’t want to discuss any of my theories.”
“That’s not surprising.” I said.
“Yes, the more questions I asked, the more disturbed - people in the church became. The biblical teaching has always been about Job’s faith or patience, that he is rewarded in the end for his loyalty. And that it addresses the age-old question of why do righteous people suffer?”
“Why do any of us suffer for that matter?” I replied.
“Well,” Pieta said. “Job is described in the Bible as a man of Uz. It seems the location of Uz is uncertain. Biblical scholars suspect that it is near Edom, or south/southeast of the Dead Sea. Others believe that Uz was located far north of Palestine near Haran, the home territory of Abraham. Anyway, it turns out that Sodom and Gomorrah were destroyed in Job’s time by “brimstone and fire” and is now considered to be in an area beneath the waters of the Dead Sea.”
“And this is significant because …?” I asked.
“What if Job was in the path of its destruction, and the winds carried the fallout to his location?” he replied.
“You mean like radioactive fallout?” I asked.
“Exactly!” he said. “This would support that Job was having an outside experience that he interpreted as God? But, what if it was actually a severe storm? That would mean that, in truth, his story as told in the Bible is about an internal struggle with what was happening to him.”
“That would be an amazing way to look at the text,” I said.
“Bear with me,” he replied, then paused.
“Did you know that God was a gambler?”
“What?” I laughed.
“Imagine, we have been taught that there was a historical moment when two deities, God and Satan, had a bet!” he said as he smiled.
“I must admit,” I said. “That does sound a little ridiculous. And besides, how would we truly know this, let alone record it?”
“I agree.” he said. “The way the story goes Satan bets God that Job, though righteous, has a weakness. For example, he accuses God of protecting Job and his wealth from any kind of harm. Said differently, Satan is betting that Job serves God only because of his material possessions. Thus, he challenges God to take them away.”
“So that’s where you come up with gambling deities?” I asked.
“Yes,” he replied. “And God takes the bet, as long as Satan doesn’t attack Job physically.”
“It is a bet, isn’t it?” I exclaimed. “How could we possibly know that these events really happened?”
“It gets better. Keep in mind that Job is unaware that his life is being played with like this. Oh, he does stay devoted to God, but guess what happens next?”
“What?” I asked.
“Satan argues that since Job’s health was preserved, he has not really been tested. And, if God would allow such a test, Job would certainly curse God then.”
“So, Satan raises the stakes?” I replied.
“Yes,” he said. “And, God takes the bet as long as Job isn’t killed.”
“Okay,” I laughed. “So God is a gambler. What does this have to do with Sodom and Gomorrah?” I asked.
“Well,” he said. “I met a spiritual teacher that heard about me questioning the significance of the Book of Job. He chooses to stay anonymous but agreed to let me bounce my ideas off him. He confirmed that an ancient writing describing Job’s experience as a dream has been discovered! Also, that the messages revealed are profound and fitting of modern times.”
He paused for a moment, as if waiting for some reaction. I was awestruck; I didn’t have one.
“The spiritual teacher said when Job’s experience took place is still of great debate.” He continued. “It was before Moses or 1500 B.C., at the time of Solomon 900 B.C., and possibly as late as 600 B.C. The best we can say is that it appears The Book of Job was written near the end of the Old Testament period, but we cannot be more precise than that. We are not sure of the age of the dream document either.”
Pieta takes a drink of coffee, resets the cup and continues. “Okay, so here goes. It is being revealed in this new document that Job is speaking about the human heart. In particular, that the heart can be convinced of truth and when this occurs, we should not doubt it. Imagine ... the Book of Job may represent the birth of feelings. Remember, feelings are different than emotions. Feelings are a reaction to the present moment, and the organ of perception is the heart. Emotions are a re-enactment of a previous experience, tied to memory, and involve the brain. The recent discovery of Job’s experience as a dream is bringing us a lost message - about feelings.”
“Now?” I asked.Pieta nodded. “Are you surprised with all the ‘buzz’ of spiritual transformation?” he asked.
“Today?”
“Now you know why I am excited!”
“The transformation everyone is speaking of involves a renewed respect for the intelligence of the heart. Job’s desire 3600 years ago was to trust his heart’s perspective about what was happening to him. He is convinced it knows the truth.”
“What is the heart convinced about? What truth?” I asked.
His eyes glazed with the sheen of unshed tears. “The spiritual teacher told me that the message enters our awareness when we begin to realize that Job’s story was actually taking place inside of him—as a dream. The message is spiritually profound even in contemporary times. It is suggesting that the conversation taking place in the biblical story is not between God and Satan. Nor is the advice or judgments coming from Job’s personal friends. Instead, it is an internal experience brought on by an outside event—a storm. In fact, the teacher said that this three thousand year old unknown author is ‘pleading’ for his words to be interpreted and shared with the world. The wish is that it be put in a book to teach us something specific — there is an ethical way to suffer and the heart knows this. This is concisely what Oswald Chambers said in the 1890s. That is, that the Job story was showing us how to suffer.”
I dropped my eye contact for a moment and questioned. “Are you sure about this?’
As Pieta started to answer, I interrupted.
“Have you seen the news lately,” I asked, pointing to the television in the corner. “Do we look like a society that wants to learn something new about suffering? Most of us are convinced we are all destined to be a victim, don’t you think?”
Just as I said this, CNN broke in and reported the earthquake in Chile. “Death toll in Chile reaches 708 after an 8.8 magnitude earthquake hits the country. Local police are battling looters and using tear gas for crowd control.” Everyone in the lodge was captivated by the scenes of rubble and shock. One woman got angry because someone was blocking her view of the television.
“Would you get out of the damn way,” she yelled. “Some of us what to see what is going on! Are you deaf? Jesus Christ!” She took a drink of her coffee and appeared quite proud of her public display.
The poor puppy, shocked by the volume of the lady’s voice, jumped from the box and ran towards the door. The puppy’s owner ran after it, replying angrily, “I guess I’ll have to wait until I get home to see what happened. Thanks a lot lady!”
Pieta and I are in disbelief that just as we were just talking about human suffering, it was on the news. Finally Pieta looked away from the tragedy and said, “It seems we don’t get to choose if we suffer … but these teachings say we can choose how.”
“What does that mean?” I was still shaken by the images of destruction of Mother Nature on Chile and its people.

“Consciousness will rise with this discovery,” he said. “And, according to the spiritual teacher, the connection to our heart was forced out of our awareness initially by a deep feeling of injustice.”
“What do you mean ‘injustice’,” I asked. “Do you mean a feeling that something was done to us?”
“Yes, and that’s the rub!” he replies. “Many of us may never figure it out. Viewing the Book of Job as a dream, we begin to get a glimpse of what happened — our story actually is driven by the human spirit. The human spirit is defined as that which is -around and through- all that is. The teacher says that essentially what happened is that our ability to cultivate the higher self was stolen. We have our first experience with anger, which then attacks and leaves us passive and dependent. Then, we are introduced to the human shadow, which uses its powers to rob our ability to handle life in general. It’s a lot of stuff!”
“Do you think this injustice is behind that woman’s angry outburst?” I joked.
“Yes, we are all walking around angry and we don’t know why. We’re all looking for meaning and purpose in our lives and with this anger there is a sense of entitlement. Our anger is because we are afraid and, we’ve lost the capacity to distinguish between real and imagined fear. It has become the source of our paranoia and its affecting everyone.”
He looks at the crowd watching the television. “And when it comes to suffering, we’re just glad it’s happening to someone else and not us.”
His perspective made me remember my work with severe trauma. So few of my patients took their adversity and used it to grow spiritually. I have always been amazed by the human spirit when it comes to life challenges. Distracted by my thoughts for a moment, Pieta waited for me to respond.
“What exactly is this injustice that we’re feeling?” I asked
“I spoke with this spiritual teacher often about this,” he replied. “He said it has to do with lost potential and ability to nourish ourselves. Losing this gift in the beginning leaves many of us barren, lonely, feeling isolated and hopeless. It weakens our very foundation.”
The discussion was really hitting home. Most of us never reach our potential because of the treatment we receive from significant family members or life circumstances. When we do have opportunities, so few of us are prepared to reach out and grab them. We are so busy surviving our lives that we rarely go after our dreams.
“Because our spirit is broken early,” Pieta continues, “the ancient dream says we will find it very difficult to trust our feelings again.”
“That doesn’t sound like a very good truth,” I said.
“That was my reaction as well,” he replied. “The teacher said to remember that most of the culture never realizes that the human spirit influences our emotional suffering, and sometimes it seems without reason. In truth, moment by moment we emotionally sacrifice our lives to preserve our ego and its attachments. But, with the help of this new interpretation of the Book of Job as a dream, we have some evidence that there is a reason.”
“Okay,” I said. “What is the truth our heart is convinced about? What is the circumstance that feels like an injustice has happened?”
He hesitated, pulling his thoughts together.
“This is where it gets a little confusing,” he said. “But the spiritual teacher put it this way. We began as human beings full of passion. Our view of life was innocent, sincere and humble. We never questioned our fears. At our disposal were the potential for mental perfection, healing, wholeness and the attainment of a higher state of consciousness. Essentially, we had access to an inner ability to feel whole. Eastern philosophy would say humans possessed the secret of a middle path — in a conflicting world of right and wrong or good and evil.”
“Wow!” I said. “If that person were alive today, he would be considered evolved and self-contained by everyone who knew him.”
“Yes, one would think that such an existence would be good reason for celebration.” He replied. “But, in ancient times when we attempted to rejoice, we received an inner warning: the injustice is that we are to never forget the fear and judgment of ego. Sadly, the teacher says, this situation was intended to follow us for the whole of our lives. Imagine ... we can change that now!”
I thought a moment. “Because the emotional reaction to fear is introversion,” I responded. “Was this the start of our inner journey?”
He leans toward me. “That’s exactly right! Have you ever paid attention to the voices in your head? Do you have a sense of what they are? Ever wondered about their function in your daily life? Is soul and spirit clear in your mind as uniquely human gifts? When life takes over, do you get distracted from them, and suddenly think they disappear?”
“Well,” he continued, “according to this teacher, the voices serve the ego but not necessarily the heart. Their chatter affects our every thought and creates ideas that are negative and sometimes even repulsive.”
“The ancient dream suggests that this is when we should ask the question: Do we humbly serve this chatter and allow ourselves to spiritually die?”
He looked at me as if I had an answer, question, but I didn’t.
“Don’t you see?” he asked. “The human spirit … that which is around and through all that is…actually influences the ego to cause our initial suffering. Had that not happened, we would never have understood our feelings, nor would we spiritually mature. But, we are not supposed to serve the ego!”
The excitement in Pieta’s voice and his passion is intoxicating.
“You are really captivated by this, aren’t you?” I asked.
“Is this not related to your desire to connect people to their divine purpose?” he asked.
My interest in the soul’s intent as the organizing intelligence that guides a human life had consumed my career. I certainly knew that many of my clients during the years had spun their victim stories with little or no personal growth. I was beginning to believe that only a few chosen people could actually grow from their adversity. I’d seen many trauma patients awaken during their recovery but only a few stay awake.
I looked at Pieta, and said humbly, “I can’t imagine a better message than one that would teach us how to suffer. It is the core of all spiritual teachings, but few seem to get it across.”
Adjusting his coffee cup and taking a bite of dinner, Pieta continued.
“I know there is little in the mainstream that hasn’t been said about this. But, Job’s story as a dream is significant because of its time in history. It is a rare examination of the inner workings of a suffering and spiritual human being — a thousand years before Christ. Today, we are seeking integrity in so many things. Taking this approach to the Book of Job could restore the integrity of our feelings!”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“The teacher says that in the beginning we cursed the memory of our first feeling: shame. We wished for them to be erased and in their place asked for a dark void. You know the kind, a void where no light can enter. It is considered our first experience with emptiness, resentment and grief.”
“So, we became afraid of our feelings?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said. “Doesn’t this sound like clinical depression to you? The dream describes a gloomily somber force that seizes our emotions for days and sometimes months. The text even implies that in this experience Job pondered suicide. Imagine ... psychiatry makes a living because we believe our emotions are a curse!”
“That’s astonishing,” I said. “It sure seems that way, doesn’t it?”
“The spiritual teacher says the dream manuscript reports Job as saying: ‘Let a threat of self-harm occur and be made real by something large and formidable. Let natural light be darkened by my confusion and uncertainty. If life is to be this emotional, then it has to be seen as it really is —dark and difficult.”
“Hmmm …” I said. “It’s almost like the dreamer is questioning his or her emotional health?”
Pieta couldn’t control his energy. “There is no doubt that 1,000 years before Christ, someone was asking why humans feel? More importantly, they asked why awareness comes during suffering. Is that not profound? Because of this find, feelings could be recognized again as having merit—that they are more valid than our thoughts.”
“Are you worried about the church’s reaction to this interpretation of a biblical text?” I asked.
“Not really,” he said. “However, that is the reason the spiritual teacher wants to remain anonymous. He’s in full agreement with the messages of the dream.”
“I don’t think interpreting Job’s experience as a dream does a disservice to the author’s intent at all.” he continued. “In fact, it is turning out to reveal spiritual truths that were not available before.”
For several minutes we fiddled with our food and gazed at the window that now had become darkened as the sun was setting. Finally, Pieta looked at me and asked, “So are you interested in learning more?”
“I want to remain open,” I said. I have long known that we have little guidance when it comes to dealing with the disappointments of life. To think that someone who lived thirty-six hundred years ago was struggling with being human and it may offer a solution to our contemporary dilemma is mind-blowing.”
“Have you seen the whole thing,” I asked.
“No, all I have are my recordings of the interview.”
Again we are quiet, lost in thought for a moment.
“Well,” he says. “Now you know why I was excited to call you.”
“Yes, this is absolutely profound stuff — if it’s true,” I said.
He smiled.
“What?” I asked.
“The dream says that proof happens when the heart has been convinced.”
“What does that mean?”
“Trusting our feelings validates the heart’s intelligence. When we truly ‘stick’ with what we know is ethical to the self, we begin to become aligned with the soul’s intent.”
I hesitated for a second. Is there some validity in this new interpretation? Do we all secretly feel this injustice the dream speaks of? Will an awareness of the origin of fear and anger shed light on the human experience? Are we destined to suffer uselessly? Is this really our fate?
“I’m not sure how to feel about this,” I said. “Certainly, the way the word ‘spirituality’ is used broadly in our culture, is very eclectic, and it tends to mean whatever a person wants it to mean.”
“Yes,” he replies.
“So we’re all trying to find a context that works for us?” I asked.
The sun had dropped fully behind the mountain now, leaving a tint of red light that outlined the edge of the hills. Pieta was correct. If we could find a context for what it means to be human, not define ourselves simply by our families, culture and adversities, we could then find what it means to just simply be.
“I can tell you this,” I said. “We all disagree on how to define it. But if this ancient dream can help us understand the interior of our individual experiences, then I want to hear more.”
Walking outside to the front of the lodge, the evening air felt wonderful on my face as we moved to a picnic shelter. We had a very short time, and then it was going to be dark. I was thinking to myself that true spirituality, at least for me, was a quest for a fulfilled and authentic life. I know Pieta felt the same way.
“Spirituality is such a buzz word today,” he said. “And we know that traditional Christians have been fighting the self-help movement since the 1960s.”
“Yes, the argument is that everyone is obsessed with individual betterment but they have no clue about God,” I joked.
“The beauty of the teaching that comes from this ancient dream is that it is rooted in Scripture. It is just a symbolic way to look at the message. In this form, both the literal and metaphorical have value. Not either/or, but both/and.”
‘We’ve definitely made a shift.” he said. “Modern-day spirituality is similar to the 19th-century
American transcendentalists like Ralph Waldo Emerson and Henry David Thoreau. Wasn’t it these guys who said: ‘I should not talk so much about myself, if there were anybody else whom I knew as well?’
“Exactly,” I replied. “That kind of reading shaped my earlier pursuits of this path. It brings back a lot of memories for me. We’ve been at this a long time haven’t we?”
“Longer than both of us would probably like to admit,” he smiled. “This teaching is essentially a lesson from the Old Testament. But, the message is much different than religious scholars teach. This will be a problem for a lot of people.”
I walked to the overlook where we could see the falls. The lodge had lined the edge of the adjoining creek with green lights. You could see the mist rising from the crashing water. It had been a long time since I had this rich of a conversation with someone. Pieta had a knack of taking me to a reflective place.
“What is about nature that is so calming?” Pieta asked from behind me.
I didn’t answer. Instead, I asked my own question.
“Do you think this will be met with resistance?” I asked.
In the dark, Pieta’s white teeth shined as he smiled. “What do you care?” he said. “You’re going to go home and forget about this, right?”
I laughed. “Well, that’s not the total truth. You’ve got my curiosity going now. I want to learn more about it. I hope you fill me in as it unfolds.”
We said good-bye but I knew that this night was just the beginning. I needed to get some gas and buy some travel items. I waved as we drove off.
When I got home it was late. Though I was tired, I walked onto my deck and considered how good my hot tub would feel. The evening was loud with dogs barking, and in the distance I could hear a leaf blower. The moon was peeking through the trees at the top of my property. It felt good to be back in my sanctuary.
The evening had been incredible. It had been a long time since something felt this intuitive but real. I wanted to be hopeful that something would come into view about this subject of suffering. We certainly have had martyrdom and sacrifice burned into our psyches. What if we have distorted the intent of the great spiritual teachers? What if it’s never been about fear or ego? As I readied for bed I thought, “Now, that’s a refreshing possibility.”
The next morning I woke up with a vigor that hadn’t been there the day before.
“Huh,” I thought. “Maybe the world and I are ready for a change after all.”

Spiritual Truths
Chapter One

1. When the heart is convinced of truth we should not doubt it.
2. There is an ethical way to suffer.
3. Fear prevents the awareness that we are guided by our hearts.
4. Our story is driven by the human spirit — that which is around and through all that is.
5. We are angry at our predicament and don’t know why.
6. We have lost the capacity to distinguish between real and imagined fear.
7. Because our spirit is broken early we find it difficult to trust our feelings.
8. The injustice: we are destined to live in the fear and judgment of ego.
9. Feelings are more valid than thoughts.
10. Trusting our feelings validate the heart’s intelligence.

Ernie Vecchio is an author, psychologist, and spiritual teacher who has a private practice in Charleston, West Virginia. Prior to this he was the lead rehabilitation psychologist at a local hospital for 25+ years. He taught Counseling and Psychology at the graduate level for Marshall University twelve years, and currently hosts his own radio show The Soul's Intent.

Left to find his way in the world by age six, Ernie overcame great adversity to get where he is today. Multiple foster homes and a variety of abuses preceded his nine year stay in a local orphanage. He often says about his life: "If you haven't got a story, nothing happened!"

Today, Ernie has helped countless individuals find balance between their outside reality and inner personal truths. While working with severe trauma patients, he developed a psychospiritual understanding of that which divides us all: self-judgment. Those willing to explore and heal this division internally discover a broader and more compassionate view of the self. The result is forgiveness and a personal freedom to simply BE.

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