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The Stillness I Seek

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The Key of Solomon is without moving parts. It is from the Key that the illusion of movement becomes still. The stillness of the Key has no value, the value rests with me. When I am at rest, when I am still, I am the key.

In working to find this stillness I have been puzzling with the absolute known as compassion. It is absolute due to its quality of having only one measure. It is inexhaustible, always enough. A being can not withhold compassion and still have any measure of it. It is absolute, indifferent to fickleness. It remains enough. We can take no ownership of it and are only able to accept it without terms. It is the stillness I seek.

During this time, while I have considered compassion and its application, I have not been able to write and my blog has been silent. I am still here. Often my work is to write but not during this time.

Prior to my lesson on compassion I had been working with the spirit of compassion, Love, in order to spark the stillness that is compassion, I thought to use its spirit. I suppose that worked. It worked due to its failure. It made things worse. In working to repair a recurring theme of self-hate, hating not so much myself but my life, I was using the affirmation, “I love my life”. The truth is there were things that happened that I did not love. Painful, difficult and costly. A cost I have yet to pay, a cost I can not pay. I can not love these things. In my effort to tell myself, “I love my life”, the wound only festered and the echo of hate grew louder. I have no love for life’s difficulty and pain, mine or yours, but when I have compassion I allow life’s pain its place. In the boundless absolute of compassion pain gets lost. We can not hold on to our pain and have compassion. This is the lesson I needed to learn, not to love but to give permission. Admit and accept the pain that life has to offer by the only known remedy, compassion.

While writing this I learned that I had lost a loved one to cancer. A brutally fast departure. On February 1st she arrived at the hospital with what she thought was the flu and today, seventy-eight days later, cancer has taken her life. She was a middle-aged woman with all the familiar details, a daughter, a wife, a mother, and as we all do, as we all will, she left life’s details behind.

It is compassion that reminds us of who we are, even if we can not quite grasp it. When compassion rests with me I am that woman. I am her husband, her son, her mother and all of her loved ones. I am all that ever has been and ever will be. Every damnable act, no matter how heinous, I did that. Every act of kindness, all goodness, the miracles of lore, I did that. It is who I am. Who then are you? You are me, we are the same and there is no mystery.

We are not charged to love life’s pain.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2013

 

 

Enlightenment

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What is it that could possibly be unknown, that could escape understanding? Anything able to organize itself well enough to exist reveals every secret. There is no mystery. It is ignorance alone that separates us from enlightenment. No sacred text is written down. The sacred text is who you are and who I am. One only needs to know their self to understand.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012

Peace Now

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Peace. The past exists to remind us. It is not intended that we should carry it but when we do, it is the future. Now is all that is. It intends that we should remember a future better than the past, until we have done our best, and that becomes the past.

Namaste. Peace.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012

Remembering God

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Ask God; Surrender, recall and speak. Surrender perception inviting true recall and speak of what God is.

God. Who can claim any knowledge of God? God of course. How can God be understood? By recollection. Begin by remembering the future. Remember a future you want to remember, a future where God is understood. There is a place, somewhere between birth, and what preceded it, where God is understood. It is something that is best remembered in the future thus avoiding the clutter and confusion between our present state and the past experience of God. In looking to a future, where all is understood, the pitfalls and obstacles of past perceptions are avoided. Remember a future that understands God, free of the prejudice and preconceptions of the past. The past is very insecure and is desperate for us to own it. It is usual for us to do this and carry the past with us into the future, reminding us that it is the same thing. Being the same thing we can remember a future and reverse the trend from the past with a future free of past shortcomings. It seems obvious that we must fully understand the identity and nature that is God as we do in fact exist. It is also obvious that confusion lies in the past. Repair the past by the memory of a future that has already repaired the past, working back from where you want to be and the past becomes the future-past. The answer, that is God, is revealed in a future we choose and the past restored to its whole state by the future. This is the Magic of Now. Now, the only time that exists.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012

Of Fate and Destiny

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Concerning destiny, how is destiny realized? We are given direction by our silent observation detailing where we hail from and return to. Along the way we choose many fates, the consequence of choice past and future, yet destiny is somehow greater than that. Destiny is the canvas on which we paint our fates. The realization of destiny, is fate, resolved as the expression of destiny as fate. When our choices, past and future, represent where we hail from and return to, a clarity of purpose is realized, the authority that is destiny empowers, releasing us from the burden of pointless fates, and destiny becomes the expression of our fate. Realizing destiny is an act of surrender, a willingness to accept the consequence that is without our design but rather that which designed us. Something more powerful, something truly durable and independent of pointless fates.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012

Standing Room

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Open the way making known to all the true identity given to myself. Using the structure of foundation reveal my ability beginning with control of the structure of the pyramid of circumstance. Secure the positions of this pyramid using the base to lift it into place. Using the higher chakras establish as my known person… wisdom. Allow justice and truth to permeate community releasing all conflict, restoring calm by the depth of justice. Present as my identity, my one self, revealing to all, who I am, as I reach the gate to let light reign. Fix identity to permanence attaching circumstance above the crown as the tide of justice fills reality.

We are made of water. Justice is its body. Sometimes we sink to its dark dark depths sometimes we choose to be thrown about on its rough and tumble surface. Between these two is the calm where all is known and understood. Some call it the Kundalini. I know it by a number of names and descriptions. My personal path includes the Kundalini but I know this place as the Key Of Solomon.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012

The Poison Spring

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Correcting a wheel that has lost its purpose.

Sometimes we get stuck but yet we carry on disregarding our discomfort. A choice, an action, a problem, is segregated and left in isolation. It becomes a place where we keep our shame, embarrassment, rage, hate… the ugly stuff. When we are angry, embarrassed, when we have lost our patience, it springs from this part of our person. It is that part calling to us. It needs our attention. To be made our center and given redress. In returning to this discomfort we receive the opportunity to let this part of our person make a better choice freeing itself from its demons. This new choice makes us whole, the wheel is freed and we are no longer stuck.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist, ©2012

The Truth

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Of all that is, the truth, is what gives confidence. Much is said about it and many claims are made about what is true. The truth does not need defending and it is not held captive by a sacred text. No one and no group is its keeper. Many lies are told and heaped upon it and yet it remains unchanged, it sustains all and is known by all. It remains a great discovery for all who would appreciate it. From the truth nothing is hidden. Its secret lies in its omnipotence. Its thread is the fabric of everything that is, that can be or has been. It can not be known by a sophistication of intellect but rather, we, all, are owned by it. Knowledge of truth is by mere acquaintance, grace.

Its quality is absolute. Omnipotent. No one can possess it. We are given to understand it, to appreciate it. It is its own proof and it creates its own evidence. In understanding its nature it will teach how to make a life represent it. It is not our prize, but rather, we are its prize, should we choose to accept it.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012

Wooden Ships

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The past and the future are intended to fix a moment, now, that can be used to unlock our secrets. The activities of the past determine the possible fates that then draw us forward. Now is the power of choice. We are charged with picking and choosing between the fates we have selected and positioned in the landscape that is our future. We steer our course drawn forward by these fates. We can change the landscape, that is time, giving redress to motive and unpinning the force associated with the past. Much of what we do, now, is with great force. That force broadcasts powerful images into our future. Expectations that are fates. A number of these fates are very powerful, strong enough to force the habits that make certain their fruition.

I have made a habit of unpinning the disastrous choices in my past and correcting the drift caused by their assorted fates. These corrections have now left me adrift looking for a new gravity to power how I am. It is a problem I have not faced before. The gravity of past and future mistakes is vacant and I am haunted only by their memories. It seems I have freed ‘now’ from many of the false constraints so common to being human. But what to do now? I hear the echos rattling around. Past attitudes like sirens calling my name. There is a certain combination, a key here that unlocks this secret. Will I get it right this time? Have I finally decided it is something I am willing to do? I hope so, otherwise it is wearing me out.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012

Closing The Circle

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We build walls or close loops. I do not see any other options. The closed loop is the seat of power, it is where who we are is also how we are. In building the ring, or closing the loop, we surrender to our true self and the soul finds its temporal temple. This is the seat of power. It is our only appointment in life. To do this requires magic, just like everything else in life. When we use the magic, that is truth, the illusion falls away and there is no wall. Even the walls that others build become transparent and a certain equilibrium seeps through acquaintance.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012