I don't believe there are different types of people. We're all essential spirit in form. Spirit is undivided and undifferentiated from all of spirit. Oneness is the nature of spirit, maybe sort of like the nature of air only less solid. I don't know. Form is a mysterious gravitational spinning process. This is easy to know. Just rest down and open to the feel of it right now. It's unmistakable when you attune to form. And it never looses its mysteriousness. Knowing is not an answer. Knowing is a relationship of presence, curious for a new discovery each moment.
We are here to wonder about who we really are, and to wander into the intimate question of our soul. Soul is like the desire of the spirit. Profound. It doesn't speak any of our languages exactly but our languages try to speak about it. Thoughts and words are never the real thing. It's more an experience of presence. Like breathing. We can't really know breathing, we experience it. Sure we can try to control it, but not for long! Breathing is wild, like soul, like spirit.
Intimacy grows both directions ~ spirit into form & form into spirit.
We are here to be blown away and return home, over and over, to the spirit's question of embodiment & the body's question of inspiration.
Apparently, along with our form and the way our minds are conceiving & creating & evolving, we also have an aspect of function we call ego. There's also an aspect of ego called personality.
Personality is a suit made up of threads of all of our earliest experiences and conceptions of limits and who knows what else. Personalities are characters in a novel or a play. We do drama even if we say we don't.
Our little ephemeral packages learn by playing with each other and younger packages do it with conviction. By the time we reach our late teens, maybe 20s, we may have our suit on so close we think it's our true skin most of the time.
Luckily, as life wants it, suits start to itch, snag, rip, wear thin so the true body and the light can be felt through spots. The question of the soul begins to sing, louder, in the spaces between and the personality suit threads continue to loosen their twist. Dreams become colorful wild invitations.
New roles become desirable and the very next day or in a minute or movement we shift out of one character into another. Feeling that question asking itself into the body, the many characters start to dance and there's a freaking amazing freedom breaking through within a normal moment of life on earth. The new normal emerges. It is freedom.
The ego sees itself. It relaxes like no previous relaxation. Its ears grow deeper to hear the soul's question which becomes its very special life song. The previous loneliness of perceived separation, what egos believe, simply vanishes from the body. All the rivers, all the streams and tributaries are flowing into the sea. The ephemeral inner tide.
We're here to wonder and wander and dance with each other, to learn and teach each other how to be fun improvisers. There are no types of people, just spirit bridged into form by soul singing its special question as a life song, just life songs playing in these character suits that fool each other for a while with a story of identity. Spirit laughing.