Considering Creation

As a mystic I have contemplated creation. I have no problem with creation, I think it is how we are here. I place no faith in book’s, especially book’s falsely represented as the word of God. Any book represented as God’s word is falsely represented. As an example I will bring up the obvious, the bible. The many author’s in the bible are named. Not one of them is named God.

Do we really have so little confidence in God that we assign Gods word to the work of men? Please surrender your faith in book’s, the doctrines fashioned from them, and restore your confidence in God. There is no doctrine fashioned of the work of men that can be attributed to God. God deserves our confidence, and humanity, men and women, deserve our respect. It is disrespectful for any human being to claim the authority of God, by manuscript or any other means. It is dishonest. Only God can represent God.

Yes I believe in creation and I believe in God. Yes I believe in evolution, science and what can be observed in our natural world. My belief is without conflict. It is also without dogma and so it adapts to the world as it is. I am certain that God does or does not exist, no matter what I do things are as they are, I believe in God. I can allude to God but only God represents God.

In considering creation it is apparent to me that the past and the future are carried by one thing. It is clear to me that nothing ever happened in the past and nothing will ever happen in the future. The past is carried to the future and as such is the same thing. The only time anything ever happens is in the  moment of now. The past and the future are created simultaneously, now. All that ever can or will exist does exist now. Nothing escapes it. It seems that if now is not creation it is at least its moment.

The Mystic Tourist

Sentient Matrix

How is it that we actually communicate and know each other? It has been my observation that these arrangements are more circumstantial than we care to admit. That we live in a matrix of conductivity. I think there is a matrix of sentiency by which we are all connected that is ignored. Collectively we deny it.

Sitting in my car in traffic, often at a stop, I think to myself, who is staring at me? Instinctively I turn my head to look, not in some random direction, but directly at some person who is actually staring at me. For those of us who live in an urban environment, and are out and about, it is pretty much an every day experience. I suppose there are some of us so distracted that they do not take notice, but generally, this is a common experience for all of us, and, it is communication. Of course this brings to mind what else is communicated by this means? I think most of what we communicate is by this means and what we consider communication, words and such, are a distraction. That we can recognize someone staring at us and turn to look, tells us more about communication than the words we use.

Collectively we deny it. This matrix is a collective and has common rules. This of course is what I think. Its basis is the experience, I have, in my life. Early in life, when we are learning our person, and struggling to interact in our world, we encounter this matrix. Socially a huge part of this matrix are the rules we impose concerning it. Largely these rules are counterproductive and injurious to our nature. Ascribing to these rules so early in our life begins an intricate web of rational thought and we begin to accept things as they are not. To step outside of this web and exercise our true capabilities is a vexing problem as we have already agreed that things are as we collectively accept them. We have spent our whole life building and maintaining that fortress. We know it well, every room, every passage, and have convinced ourself’s of its limitation. I think I have an aptitude for this broader, simultaneous experience, that we all have and yet deny.

It is difficult for me to step outside of the limitations I have placed on myself. There is an inert acceptance that it is someone else’s fault. The rule’s preceded me; that is just another empty room in the lonely fortress.

I expect to leave my tired and dusty fortress but I am afraid.

The Mystic Tourist

Mysticism is Life

Mysticism and life, the terms are interchangeable in my life. Providence assures that there is always one appointment, that when kept, brings us closer to realizing our best success. The presentation reminds me of a kaleidoscope. No matter what we do the there is the constant meshing and grinding that is circumstance. Of this, appointment is to be gleaned.

I think this blog is part of the kaleidoscopic presentation of appointment that brings about my best success. As I look to make sense and decide what best to do, I use divination. I use a swing rod. Divination is a way to comprehend what we already understand. I am constantly expecting to finally get it. That it will all make sense. Obviously it already makes sense. Everything adds up to the experience we have. There is no missing thing and divination helps to sort out this obvious fact. It is a simple way to calm the mind a see what is already there.

As to my blog I have had to step back and assess how to proceed. At least usually, in any new enterprise, there is a time of vertical learning. There is so much to learn that the learning curve is vertical. That is the nerve-racking moment I am enjoying. I am plodding along. I have been researching, Search Engine Optimization, it is essential to successful blogging. Toward that end I did research and buy a new computer. I was using a Windows 98 platform to run Windows 2000. It is still a good system for word processing but this dinosaur, long ago, was abandoned by the internet. I can now do my research and web management with greater ease and comfort. I expect it to be a big help. It certainly optimizes my web experience and dramatically improves any web search activity.

The Mystic Tourist will now attempt a more successful blogging experience and, the fulfillment of, my best success.

The Mystic Tourist

Devil’s And Detail’s

We all make choices as to what to do and how to present ourself. We each have our own sensibilities and fill our mind accordingly. It keeps us busy and gives us something to do. My own mind has a fondness for constant activity and quiet is the exception to the norm. I am a contemplative sort and enjoy the quiet of my mind. I have to choose it.

In the transition between the quiet and active mind I find the component’s of how, of disposition and motive, of attitude. They are like shadow’s that dart trough my awareness hoping I will give chase. These shadowy images are product’s of structured thought. The habit’s of mind. If I choose to let them go I must also amend the thought’s that own them.

These shadowy impulses are predictable. They follow the pattern of thought that produced them and move effortlessly through its maze. Their very existence is determined by us and we have the tool’s to cope with them. We can change the way we think. What we think.

I am working to employ a method that, for me, is new. Simply letting it go. It applies the strength of other tool’s that I have tested and found true, image and affirmation. I spent year’s using, image and affirmation, to correct determined and chronic behaviour, that was injurious to my person. I created a seemingly new person. The old person, I am sure, has a durable shelf life and many people remember him. Certainly the police record is a durable testament. The malcontent met his end almost thirty year’s ago. Maybe I should have the record expunged.

I wonder, how many incarnation’s do we have in a single lifetime? Maybe there is some cat in us from our distant evolution. Nine?

The affirmation and image I am using to, simply let go, is simple. Affirmation’s work best that way. This affirmation is just one word and conveniently is also the image. Transparency. When a shadowy image I am disinclined to chase presents itself, I think, and imagine, transparency. The shadowy siren finds no place and fades away. I expect this will break some component of habit and bring forward the next footfall on my mystic path.

The Mystic Tourist

Voices In My Head

Yes, I hear voices. They are my own. There is habitual repetition and a struggle concerning it. The racket caused of habit asserts itself at every opportunity, in every circumstance. Just now at the onset of, The Mystic Tourist, it is about exposure. How much to reveal. Perhaps I do not want know it myself.

As I work this post I can feel rage heaving itself. Then, like a switch, it recedes to the background and is suspiciously quiet. It is caused by me and the habit’s of my mind. My personality is singular and I do not so much choose, who, I am, as how. It is like having more than one person to choose from. How will I be who I am? It is up to me.

Today rage is quite manageable. It is not the dominant force that once ruled my life. It does however skew priority and until I quiet it, it remains my appointment. The task at hand. Working on the Tourist is bringing this appointment to its fruition.

There is a part of me who truly wants to hide from view. I shall see if I can bring him out.

The Mystic Tourist.

Anger: My Masquerade

Anger is always a mask for some other pain or suffering. Never honest it is always a distraction. It is a rut that I find easy to track. I hear its echo and it is a siren who draws me in. The habits of my mind begin the subtle work to secure it.

Fortunately this is no longer the problem it once was for me. I no longer throw myself against the proverbial wall, but, I can still feel the pain. It is difficult for me to distance myself from such an old and trusted acquaintance. Again this farce of difficulty is just an issue of familiarity, and, the true difficulty is in not addressing the underling issue.

It is easy to take the injury that accompanies life and fashion a rational to secure it. Structures of thought give us a framework to forgive and release ,or, build a harbour that collects. Fortunately good habit’s are as tenacious as bad. The good work I have done remains secure and I find myself having to address a familiar problem. I allowed a difficulty in my life to act as a collector. I have now to let the collection go and give the strength of my character its due notice.

I have written before about appointment. That appointment is always present and we have to choose whether or not to keep it. My appointment, again, is this familiar collector, anger. It is always best to let it go.

The Mystic Tourist