Years ago, somewhere in the area of 1982 or 83 I met Christ. It was the most frightening experience of my life. I was in the midst of rehabilitating my life. Unable to work I was teaching myself to stand up. I was bent. I took up bartering with a man who was working on his PhD in Transpersonal Psychology. He used Acupressure in his work and I performed Acupressure and acted as his counselor in exchange for the same. We did this for at least three years, maybe more. Intense psychotherapy. I had made the commitment to change my life and this was the path I found. My life had been filled with rage. I realized I am a mystic in 1969 and I did not like that. I got very angry and stayed that way until 1981, realizing then that the anger had made me what I was what I was angry about. I decided that I would embrace mysticism and if it had legs it would become my walk and if it did not I could finally be done with it and get on with my life.
I woke up one night, terrified, I was lying on my stomach pillow over my head, arms on top of that and desperately working to forget something. There was an enormous racket in my room above my bed. The noise kept up until I was fully awake and then a little longer. Long enough to assure that I was fully awake and asking myself, what the hell is going on? I realized I was terrified and in a full sweat, but not because of this racket, the sound, apparently, of large wings beating. Oddly, that did not bother me at all. I sat up and began to piece things together.
I had traveled, in a dream, for the deliberate purpose to meet someone. This person was made, as near as I could tell, of light. So bright that in order for me to approach a garment of some sort covered all but the head, hands and feet. I asked this one if he was who I thought he was, Christ, and the response was yes. I had traveled to meet this person and ask this question and yet was terrified. I immediately returned to my sleep place and furiously worked to forget it. I already told you how well that plan worked.
During that time of my life I did a lot walking, part of my bid to rehabilitate myself. Get rid of my constant pain, stand up straight and get back to work. It took two years to finish that work and be strong enough to even consider work again. One of my favorite walks was on the saltwater marshes of the San Francisco Bay. It was on one of these hikes that I realized, this was the place I had come to and walked with Christ. The whole business has such a profound and deep meaning for me personally there are no words to convey it.
Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012