Oh awake sleeping spirit that would be my guide
From my utmost friend, my confessor, I can not hide
The one that knows me always, for you are all seeing
So slumber not, arise in strength, my hidden inter being
Whether we call this spirit our conscience or our soul we always have it with us. I think sometimes we bury it so deeply by procrastination and laziness or lack of faith that we think it's disappeared forever. It never leaves us but if not contacted for a long time needs some amount of shaking to awaken it. I must shake mine every morning.