The Identity of Christ

Reveal, using mystic calculus, the identity, capability and person of Christ. OK. In my usual way I pulled that sentence, word by word… from where? It is actually a topic I like to avoid, at least publicly. If I keep the rage calm perhaps I can breach even this topic. It is my rage, concerning this, that muddies the water rising a cloud to obscure what would otherwise be obvious. I know the identity of Christ. It is the nature of Christ that we all know this, Christ, is simply known by all. We just find our own way to muddy things up and avoid the issue. Anyone who brings divine living to fruition is Christ. It is not a matter saintly action, it is just matter of fact. Bring to the temporal reality, the temple of flesh, blood and bone, he who is. The human soul. Make the temple a place where the soul is who and how you are and Christ walks and talks. Secrets are no more. All mysteries fall away.

There, that was easier than I thought it would be.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012

Mom’s House

Wondering what I would do this morning I am directed to write. Looking for a topic an idea, anything that is worthy of writing and I see an image. Surprised to see this one, did not expect it. It is an image similar to the Medusa Head. This thing is all arms and hands and moves effortlessly in any direction. It holds on to what we are ignorant of, holding it so tight against us that we see neither this being or what it clings to. What clings to us, by virtue of our agreement with this Satan.

Satans are spiritual beings. I do not believe that they exist outside of  temporal realities. In other words they have no durable quality that I recognize, but they are real. As I consider them I expect that we created them. Human Beings imagined them into existence. That is my supposition. There is no reason to fear them as they have no authority beyond our choice to associate with them. In recognizing them the agreement we made to keep their acquaintance can be broken. They only work to keep from us what we are given to do and only because we have asked them to. These agreements can be broken without mystic sight. (You do not have to see them to dissolve an agreement made with them). Me, my mystic life is very visual and so I see them. I see the spiritual world. I only know that I see it, and, seeing it I am left to accept it as actual, an experience I have.

Let us see what I have asked this Satan to hide in the darkness of my ignorance. In looking I see negative emotion (rage, hate, grief and the like) waifing through my being. This emotion is anchored to me by the grip of this Satan and the agreement made with it. In January of 1999 I was forty-six years old with two children ages nine and twelve. I had been a full-time single parent for four years at this time. My wife had been actively working to undermine my finances and my financial condition was that of ruin. I was presented an opportunity to move my children and myself into my mother’s house a few blocks away. I did. I was extremely embarrassed and ashamed of the condition I had managed to get myself in. The agreement I made with this Satan is to hold on to the shame. It replicates itself in subtle ways throughout my life but this is where it lives. Its source-point. Love, acceptance and approval should melt the grip and let the Satan slip away.

I should mention that moving in with mom was a true blessing. She was diagnosed with ovarian cancer not long after we arrived and we lived with her in her remaining five years. She really liked that. It gave me the opportunity to keep my children safe and to divorce my wife. She got the most notorious Family Law Attorney in the county and I a well-respected run of the mill type. I simply threw myself at the mercy of the court and my children were given permission to be at my house everyday, even the days they were with their mother. The custody arrangement gave the children a long weekend every other week at their moms and the rest of the time with me. Unheard of in the state of California. My lawyer was impressed. He told me that this kind of arrangement, for men, happened less than 15% of the time. I rose a pair of healthy well-adjusted successful children.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012

The Poison Spring

Correcting a wheel that has lost its purpose.

Sometimes we get stuck but yet we carry on disregarding our discomfort. A choice, an action, a problem, is segregated and left in isolation. It becomes a place where we keep our shame, embarrassment, rage, hate… the ugly stuff. When we are angry, embarrassed, when we have lost our patience, it springs from this part of our person. It is that part calling to us. It needs our attention. To be made our center and given redress. In returning to this discomfort we receive the opportunity to let this part of our person make a better choice freeing itself from its demons. This new choice makes us whole, the wheel is freed and we are no longer stuck.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist, ©2012

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