Mysticism, for me, is visual. I see what lies beyond the veil. My habit is very methodical. I have an understanding of metaphysics and I puzzle together the pieces I have scattered about, to reach an understanding. I am not a scholar, I do not study text or doctrine, my confidence lies with the empiric nature of providence. My confidence rests entirely with God. Is God or is God naught? It makes no difference, my confidence lies squarely there. I have no use for faith.
My person is like a vessel suspended in limitless space and my bearing is entirely my own discretion. I determine the density of the veil and what I allow myself to see. I choose limitation’s or liberation’s and there is great confusion between the two. Confusion, of course, is not true, it is only real and reality is something we create.
I have known varying degrees of clarity in my mystical life. Just now I am in an episode of rehabilitation having stumbled into hardship. I do expect to puzzle together a durable clarity allowing the silliness of struggle to dissipate into the vastness of endless space.
Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012