(F)eeling, in Jungian theory, has nothing to do with emotion.
The fact that you had emotion behind your mental image of a warrior is irrelevant.
Lol, fair enough. Then I deleted the post due to a high level of, what I considered, emotionally revealing content. Although, then I re wrote it, since I am trying to not be a big baby about those types of things these days. In retrospect, that was probably dumb all around, lol. Hey! Where is YOUR soul pic!?!
I decided my soul looks like a cheerful older woman sitting outdoors in a rocking chair. This is the closest thing I could find to what I saw in my head, but I'd have to draw a picture to get it exactly.
On other days, my soul actually probably looks like this:
"Sentiment without action is the ruin of the soul." - Edward Abbey
ENFP: We put the Fi in Fire
Motivation: Dark Worker
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
MTG Color: black/red
Male Archtype: King/Lover
"You are a gay version of Gambit" Speed Gavroche
"I wish that I could be affected by any hate, but I can't, cuz I just get affected by the bank" Chamillionaire
... But prettier, more serious, less graceful, and more intimidating.
I imagine the mood of my soul, when outside my body, being like someone's Patronus. It's there and people know that they're protected.
And I imagine the actual soul extraction being a bit like the birth of Athena:
Originally Posted by goddess-athena.org
When Zeus swallowed his wife Metis she had been about to give birth to a child. Shortly afterwards Zeus was tortured by an intolerable headache. To cure him Hephaestus split open his skull with a bronze axe and from the gaping wound, shouting a triumphant cry of victory, sprang Athena - fully armed and brandishing a sharp javelin.
Our souls would be nothing in terms of material or corporeal form. They would be truely ethereal beyond mere nature, beyond our reach of all possible comprehension.
In terms of expression. It would not be wise to give a finite expression to something inherently infinite. That which does not adher the dictation of the rules of physics, that which is absolutely limitless, that which is unbound by the laws of nature itself. That which can not be called 'that'.
What does it look like you say? It looks like nothing. Like nothing that can be seen, like nothing that can be measured, like nothing that can exist. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, our souls are absolutely nothing.
Nothing more than an idea, a farce of our own imagination? Or true ascension, far beyond the realms of knowledge and understanding? That is not for us to know.
So with that in mind and without further ado, I present you with what I believe to be a fitting visual representation of our souls.