The Sophomore and The Satan

As a sophomore in high school I was very bright, especially when it came to math. Today it is all I can do to add and subtract simple numbers. At age twenty-one I struggled to teach myself that two and three is five. For about three months in 1972 I took a lot of speed. Pretty sure that is where eleven years of math went. Could have been 1971, it does not matter. I would love to have the math back but am fortunate that is the only lasting damage to my intellect. My mind still works the same way, I just can’t remember my math. Sadly when I was that sophomore I decided to quit all effort at school, including math. I quickly fell behind and my brightness faded. Today as I work to restore my spiritual life I am being directed to revisit this poor decision as a sophomore. I have worked on it for some time now, never quite able to identify what the underlying issue is, until now. A Satan has taken refuge in the embarrassment I felt as my prowess in math class disappeared. The decision to give up and quit all effort in school initiated a downward spiral in my life and the Satan joined me to aid in my demise. We rarely know these guys are around. That is part of the deal we make with them. Now as I recognize the time, the place and that a Satan is involved it is plain to see and recognize the nature of this particular Satan.

This Satan has the traditional look of a Satan. A barbed tail and what appear to be horns. It actually has no horns rather it has four faces and when it looks you in the face it appears to have horns. The faces spew an uninterrupted rational to keep us fixed and populate our experience with whatever difficulty can be wrung out of a bad decision. We become ignorant of this influence and deny it all together. The tail is used to enter us in the most intimate way and in the closeness of the relationship we lose all sight of the source of this evil influence. It is an association we invite and so we can not blame these for our plight. I have rid myself of this difficulty in the past but they come back if we decide to take up with difficulty again.

This Satan has been very annoying and I have physically felt its presence for a long time. It seems so obvious now and I now know the source of negative thought that I have tried to shake. This four faced liar has been speaking it over and over hoping I would give chase. There are other ways to rid a life of negative influence, whether you name them as I have or not. For me, today, this is the way. These influences can not survive the light and moving it from a dark recess in my past the contract that kept it there is void.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012

The Light

My last post was The Truth, it was proceeded by The Way and now of course I will finish the trifecta with, The Light. Naturally I really have no idea as to what I might write about the light. It is only when I have finished and posted it that even I will know.

The Light

There is a passage created by light. In the light the darkness of avoiding it disappears. None can approach it without being in it. It shows the way we are. This ‘way’ is the passage it reveals. It tells the story of how to be, we can not hide from how we are if we let our self be in light. We see our own difficulties and how to end our dance with them. When a person chooses the path revealed by the light they learn to dance in harmony, unencumbered by the fiction of difficulty. In this place, at first you may squirm. It reveals the one way and all impostors fade. The light is an act of ‘presence’ where what is, is allowed to be.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012

The Truth

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