The Silence of the Tomb and the Death of the Ego - When the Soul Meets God
- BE
- Jun 17, 2025
- 7 min read
Updated: May 18
Understanding Ego Death as a Spiritual Awakening
Have you ever felt like something inside you had to die… so that something far more alive could finally be born?
That heavy silence. The painful death of the ego. The moment when all your striving, proving, and controlling finally falls apart.
What if that wasn’t a defeat but a sacred invitation?
In this reflection, I invite you into that quiet tomb-like place where the soul meets God by finally letting go. Together, we’ll walk through the powerful story of Hannah, a woman who knew barrenness and heartbreak intimately. We’ll also draw on the wisdom of Scripture, Carl Jung’s profound insights into the “psychic death” of the ego, and the deep spiritual reflection of Alicja Lenczewska.
You’ll discover how surrendering control doesn’t leave you empty, but it makes space for genuine rebirth in truth, freedom, and grace.
The Silence That Opens the Gates of the Soul
I Don’t Like Routine, But I Love My Morning Coffee With Abba ☕
I don’t like routines. I never have.
Some say it’s ADHD - maybe. Or maybe I just have a soul that chafes against suffocating patterns.
But there’s one habit I cherish like a childhood blanket: morning coffee with Abba. ☕
A quiet place. A whispered prayer. A familiar Presence.
The setting may change - from my sunny deck, comfortable bedroom chair, hotel room, a bench in the park, or cabin in the woods - but His Presence doesn’t.
Some days are just like a fairytale dream: sunlit silence, birdsong, perfect prayer conditions.
But today... something felt off.
I woke up rested. No drama. No obvious reason. And yet, uninvited thoughts crept in like rude guests.
Discouragement.
Frustration.
Irritation.
No logic.
Just noise.
So I opened the Bible, hoping for calm. Instead, I got a divine ambush from Matthew 5:38–42. Three in one!
“Turn the other cheek…Give your cloak…Go the extra mile…”
Wait - what?
Seriously, Lord? You mean that? All of it?
I can do the two thousand steps. Sure.
I can give my coat. I have spares.
But not resisting evil? Taking emotional punches in silence?
My soul recoiled like a child. So I grabbed my “Sacred Notebook” - where I meet God in raw honesty - and asked:
“Lord, what are You really saying to me today?”
Then I opened A Word by Alicja Lenczewska - p. 162 and read:
“Suffering that can save is grace, and it must be received with joy.”
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“The silence of the tomb is only apparent - the death of the body brings fullness of soul.”
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“You open your mind to thoughts that destroy you, instead of listening to Me.”
That’s when the pieces started falling into place slowly, like a 2,000-piece puzzle.
Suddenly, I saw: This Gospel isn’t about letting evil win. It’s about not answering from the same place where the wound was made.
It’s not about passivity. It’s about freedom from revenge.
Life Like Tic-Tac-Toe: The Spiritual Game
Life is like a game of tic-tac-toe.🎲
Sometimes I win. Sometimes I lose. The board fills up, the game ends, and it feels so final. But here’s the profound truth this simple game has been teaching me:
The real miracle is not that I always win - it’s that I get to start a new game.
In life, I’ve faced defeats, painful mistakes, broken seasons, and moments when everything felt barren. My first reaction used to be retaliation - to fight back, prove I was right, or desperately try to show my worth.
But I’m learning something much deeper.
I don’t have to fix the last game. I don’t have to prove my value through victory. I don’t even need to fully understand why I lost. I can simply let the old game die - with all its pain, shame, and exhausting striving - and begin again.
I can let the old game die - with all its pain, shame, and exhausting striving - and begin again. I let go and let God. With open hands and a surrendered heart, I step into resurrection.
The most beautiful part? I no longer play alone. God steps into the game with me. He becomes the main player. And together we start a brand new round, a brand new day or life trip.
Jung and the Battle of Soul vs. Ego
Carl Jung said:
“The soul is born where the ego dies.”
And it finally clicked: The soul doesn't turn the other cheek out of fear. It does so from a place of freedom. The choice is mine!
It’s not surrender to evil, it’s surrender of control, like I let go and let God, again.
Jesus offers a transformation path, not a moral rule.
Because resistance can harden the heart - and a hardened heart cannot hear God.
🌿The Silence of the Tomb
There are moments when silence doesn’t comfort me, it pierces the sorest place in my soul.
In that heavy, uncomfortable stillness, all the masks fall away. The striving stops. The noise of performance dies down. Suddenly, I’m left face-to-face with my own emptiness. From a Jungian perspective, this is the sacred “tomb” - the necessary psychic death of the ego. It feels like the end of me, yet I’m learning that this is often where I come closest to God.
In that silence, He can finally speak - even when it hurts.
What looks like a tomb is never just an ending. Christ whispers that this is the birthplace of new life. What dies there is not my true self, but the false one I’ve been carrying for too long. And from that death, something authentic and alive is quietly being born. 🕊️
Jesus says:
“Turn the other cheek…Give your cloak…Go the extra mile…”
Lenczewska writes:
“The death of the body gives fullness of the soul.”
Jung echoes:
“The soul is born where the ego dies.”
Three languages - one truth:
When we stop fighting for ourselves, we start living for God.
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How has daily listening to God’s Word impacted you?
Saintly Death: Not Perfection, But Presence
Holiness has never been about being flawless - and I’m slowly learning to breathe in that freedom.
For me, true holiness is the growing presence of God within me, and the gentle decreasing of my desperate need to control everything. It’s the freedom of giving away my cloak because I finally trust that He will cover me.
It’s choosing not to retaliate when I’m hurt, because His fire is already burning quietly and strongly inside my heart.
Holiness is the deep peace of a soul that is no longer terrified of dying to this world because it has become firmly rooted in eternity.
A Biblical Woman: Hannah, Mother of Samuel
The Silence of the Tomb and the Death of the Ego
When I look at Hannah, the mother of Samuel, I see my own struggles reflected in her story. She speaks to me deeply, even though our situations are different. I see in her my own struggles: the pain of being misunderstood, the temptation of bitterness, and the difficult path toward true surrender.
She was mocked, deeply misunderstood, and carried the heavy ache of childlessness. Her ego could have lashed out - at God, at Peninnah, at her circumstances. Instead, she chose the silence of the temple and poured out her soul in tears.
In that quiet place, something powerful happened. Her illusions slowly died: the need for quick answers, the hunger for recognition, and the desperate grip for control.
Year after year of God’s silence became a slow, interior death - the death of the self that tried to fight with human strength.
But it was precisely in that death that something far greater was born.
A soul that no longer needed proof. A soul that knew God not merely through answered prayers, but through His unwavering Presence.
When Hannah finally stilled, God answered - not with thunder, but through a flawed priest named Eli:
“The Lord has heard your prayer.”
She conceived Samuel, the prophet who would usher in a new era for Israel.
Yet the greatest miracle wasn’t Samuel’s birth. It was the rebirth that happened inside Hannah first - a soul that stopped begging for justice and learned to rest in trust.
In the deep silence, she met God face-to-face. She became a living example: a woman whose relationship with God no longer depended on the gift, but on the Giver Himself.
Grave-Silence is Not Emptiness
The silence of the tomb is not the absence of life - it’s the space where the soul finally breathes again.
Maybe the thing that hurts the most today isn’t your weakness…
…it’s the very place where God wants to birth holiness in you.
💛🌺💛 Invitation to the Heart
Do you carry deep desires that ache? Questions without answers?
Pause - like Hannah to let God touch your heart.
Give Him not only your request, but your fatigue, your fear, your silence.
It’s there, where control ends - the relationship begins.
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Say this today: “I don’t need proof - I need You.”
📖 Read 1 Samuel 1. Let the Word shape your soul.
☕ 🕊️ Morning Prayer
Abba, thank You for coffee, silence, and even my wandering thoughts.
Teach me to listen to the voice of the soul, not the ego.
Teach me to lose in the world’s eyes, so I may win Your gaze.
Let my love come not from fear, pride, or pressure but from You.
Amen.
May what you’ve read not remain just words, but become a quiet invitation within your own life. If something in you feels undone, uncertain, or stripped bare, may you not rush to fix it but allow it to speak. Sometimes what we call emptiness is only the space where something truer is being formed.
May you find the courage to release what the ego clings to, and the grace to trust what cannot yet be seen. And in that stillness, beneath striving, beneath fear, beneath the need to control, may you discover a deeper presence already holding you. Not far away, not waiting at the end, but here… even now.
And may peace meet you there, gently and without demand, like light in a quiet room that was never truly empty.
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My walking and thinking reflection:
A jeśli wolisz czytać po polsku to zapraszam tutaj:
Thank you for reading this post to this point. I hope you enjoyed your coffee or tea… and didn’t drop it somewhere between ego death and meeting God.
Blessings & Hugs.
BE☕💛🌺
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