In Search of My Creator

I have been working with success. Considering success as a condition that is, rather than something to work toward, and naturally, I consider success to be a spiritual experience. The success I look to today is a simple openness. To bring a sense of spiritual awareness to interpersonal relations. My experience tells me that interpersonal relations are full of spiritual content but we shroud it in ignorance, and then effortlessly, with denial. It is this spell of ignorance and denial that I hope to break. To bring the spiritual reality we shy away from, back to its natural state. To end the mystery by simple success. Increasingly it seems the difference between this success and its vacancy is acceptance. The admission of success. That it is no longer something to work toward but rather something that already is. It is not enough for me to wax poetically about spirituality. It must be practical, useful, functional. I am not inclined to allude to some vague spiritual reality, stirring the pot of emotion in order to achieve comfort. I look to expose the underlying spiritual experience that reality springs from and returns to. Not to expose life’s meaning but rather to expose its meaninglessness. Its lie.

If we truly are spiritual beings then this is what we are here to do, to admit it and behave accordingly. The alternative, of course, is that we have no spiritual value. We are simple biologic accidents. A chemical and electrical fluke that imagines experience as consciousness when in reality that is so brief as to be naught. It is not surprising that I do not believe the latter but as a matter of objectivity, I accept it as possible. I must. It is the place to begin if I am to demonstrate who we are when the mask of temporal reality is spent. To bring to form who is. The creator that enables experience must be able to experience what it allows us to create. I think this person, this who of how, longs to walk in the community of men of women. To be present in animal form. To know us in that way and remind us of who we are. I have long considered this example of origin, of the closed circle, the recipe revealed, as why I am. There is a certain loss of identity in bridging to origin that I think must dissuade me and keep me looking for success. A success that must already exist. It is only a matter of flipping a switch and who I am becomes how I am.

This is how I see it. There is a sense of loss in admitting that the person I consider myself to be, as an animal, is only a creation. An invitation to know the creator and in doing so be forever lost. A part of the greater whole that exists with or without me. I can own nothing and when I own that, the owner, the creator, is known.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2013

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