The Mystic Has No Clothes

Devils congregate, called into existence in support of my reliance that things should be static. That no change should ever take place. Devils have long populated the experience we share, they preceded our birth and have agreements with those whom we know and love. When we become upset with another it perverts what would otherwise be love and a form begins to take shape. We assign these forms a place and they begin a life of their own. Unless we choose to redress our agreement with these forms they grow. They exist in a reality created by our ignorance. We want to think someone else made us angry or upset us, that our problems are in some measure the fault of others. It is a reality that owes its existence to ignorance. It is a community of ignorance that is only possible by our shared agreement. So long as we allow ignorance to exist the trouble it harbors remains. Everything that lurks in the darkness, I have created, remains, building and multiplying, networking and conspiring to create permanence. None of these do this except by our consent and when I give my consent it is just one voice in a chorus of consent. This is the realm of ignorance and denial that we collectively agree does not exist and that is the wellspring of troubles. Even if one of us abandons the franchise the rest remain invested. This is the challenge I have always had. Why bother? I know all that separates any one of us from what we have created is ignorance. More importantly the chorus of ignorance, where we collectively pretend and agree to accept things as they are naught and ridicule those who know the truth. When all is said and done none of us is innocent, we all know the truth. In order to fashion the masquerade born of ignorance it is required. We also are in the dark, and, while there we pretend ignorance. There is nothing there that would not be seen in the light and so it is not so frightening. This ignorance however is very sticky and to be in a community defined by it, while living without it, requires an unusual state. Just as ignorance was created the same magic creates its absence. Devils are spirits and they create Demons and Satans. These are simple spirits that can only exist in the shadowy world of ignorance that we create. What is this magic that creates this place and the spirits that populate it? It is choice. Simple and constant. That we choose is what does not change. If I would walk with the better spirits it is just my choice that takes down the pretense, the wall of ignorance, and I stand in the light. Why is it so difficult? The secret is in the cloth I fashion for myself. It is made of ignorance.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012

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