All Deception Fails in The Light of Truth

By my observation we are spiritual beings who have abandoned what is spiritual to the realm of collective denial. Carte blanche ignorance. A complete blackout. Our social contract, concerning our shared spiritual experience, releases us from all responsibility of the spiritual condition we share.

Well, not exactly.

Ignorance and its promise, denial, do mask what is our responsibility and that permits innumerable corruptions, shenanigans in our spiritual interactions. As I work to establish recognizable spiritual parameters, I find evidence of just that; shenanigans. When the fundamental spiritual agreement we share, is one of ignorance, what actually takes place between us and is spiritual, is easily perverted and manipulated.

Life is full of many joys and distractions that are fixed to our spiritual expression and experience. It is spirit that animates us. When we are happy or sad, angry or glad, a corresponding spirit fills us, motivates and animates us. Everything that produces behavior is spiritual, is spirit. There are underlying reservoirs, catches of spiritual influence that are our true spiritual source. The stuff we ignore to the point of denial.

The influence of ignorance and denial leaves many of us frightened of the underlying spiritual content of life. Instead of coming to terms with our spirituality, we have fabricated a fiction. That fiction is filled with supernatural beings, some of them scary monsters, and others, kind and generous. The monsters are nothing more than lies that none-the-less populate our shared interpersonal reality.

I imagine that there is an eternal conscious reservoir of being that gave rise to our sentience. The alternative, that life and awareness is some sort of biochemical accident that will disappear with time, seems absurd. I do not believe we gave rise to awareness and sentience, I believe it gave rise to us. Any eternal being would be absolute and therefore be kind and generous. That is because absolutes are inexhaustible. Compassion is an absolute as it can only know one measure, enough. It is inexhaustible. It is kind. It is generous.

False spirits are a dominate reality in our interpersonal relations. I run into their influence all the time. People are frightened of them, yet all they wield is influence. Satan’s, Demon’s and Devil’s, are false spirits. They can’t hurt you, but their influence can.

As I walk my spiritual path I find that it leads me to address Satan’s and their spawn. Just because they are real, doesn’t mean they’re true. Working to establish a tangible and true spiritual place to live, can not be complete without dismissal of the lies surrounding the truth. There is no lie without the truth. The truth sustains all and can suffer no harm by lies cast upon it. The lie requires the truth to exist, but the truth, has no use for the lie. While the lie would detract, in the end, it can only draw attention to what is true, as all lies are the failure of their own insignificance.

Unless I live as a hermit or otherwise hide my spiritual life from view, I am left to address the false spirits in the world around me. To speak truth in their presence.

Some years back I had the amusing experience of meeting a Demon. Demon’s thrive in tense difficult environments. In conflict. The conflict in this environment belonged to just one person but we all had to cope with it. It was a particularly tense day when I noticed, after everyone else had left, something moving about. It did not want to be seen so I decided to pursue it. I learned that Demon’s require the blackness of ignorance. They can not exist in the light of awareness and simply fade away into our collective denial. Into its blackness.

It is the same with any false spirit, you know, Satan’s and Devil’s. All deception fails in the light of truth.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist © 2018

Background Noise

I have written about Angles, Satans, Ascendant Beings, Devils, Divas and Demons. I have written that I have seen them and that I believe everyone has. Perhaps a little background is in order. Why do I believe such things? To begin with, I don’t think it is much of a stretch. We live in a world where religion is a dominate influence. Billions of people believe that what I personally have experienced is real. Many believe that only some long dead prophet, or saint, is allowed recognition as having credibility in matters of spiritual encounter. Some make exceptions for charismatic preachers or holy persons. They are often people gifted with the art of persuasion. I am not looking to persuade, only to represent.

When I was young, yet still a boy, I had imaginary friends. I know this because my mother told me. As a young adult, hanging around in her kitchen, she told me of her frustration with me when I was a young boy. I was well past toddling, a boy, and I was bringing with me my imaginary friends. I was quite sure they were real and that everyone could see them. I would introduce them to people, and by her telling, all of the adults in my life were frustrated by this. I must have been at least as frustrated as the adults.

Twenty five years later I am entering my thirties and recently sober. In order to work, I needed to drink. I had been drinking a lot. Giving up drink meant giving up work. I tried to keep working but absent drink, the pain just gobbled me up and put an end to it. I eventually landed in the office of one of the areas most respected orthopedic surgeons. He put my ex-rays up on the board, and as the light began to flicker behind it, he flipped it off and started yelling at me. As he did that he hurried around his office and collected all of the muscle relaxant samples, he could find, put them in a box and handed it to me. He told me that people in my condition did not recover, I was not going to get better. I needed to go back to school and learn to sit at a desk. Physical labor, was not an option for me.

Frank was looking at images taken two-and-a-half years earlier, of an injury I suffered a five years prior to my appointment in his office. He knew what I was doing to address the issue, and that I was only in his office because I was tired of Lynn, my girlfriend, griping at me all the time. She was convinced I could not possibly be having the problems I was having, because, I had never seen a M.D. When he was done with his rant about people in my condition, never recovering, he told me that some people ignored his advise and recovered anyway, but, I was not going to be one of those and I damn well better take his advise. For my own good. A rough manner but I really liked him. I ignored his advise. I am pretty sure he expected I would.

I just wanted to be able to stand up straight and not be in so much pain. I had been carrying my right shoulder several inches lower than my left for five years. Eight to ten inches lower. I was using acupressure, psychotherapy, visualization, I was sleeping on a board, all in an effort to straighten out my back and level off my shoulders. I was so uncomfortable that it was common to get to the end of my day, and then realize, I had spent it out-of-body. Floating above myself detached. A very bizarre experience.

The initial recovery was an uninterrupted year-and-a-half followed with two three month set-backs. I spent two years restoring my health enough to return to physical labor. Even then, the pain I experienced would sometimes drive me to tears. I worked through it. To this day I am still working through it.

The recovery process was a spiritual awakening. Extremely visual. It was very powerful and I was moved to give up my marijuana habit as well as the booze. I needed to be sure that my experience was not being influenced by the psychoactive qualities of the herb, so I gave it up. The intensity of my experience was in no way harmed by this decision.

Along the way I bought the Book of Enoch. I read bits and pieces of Enoch, and had the experience, of reading between the lines. Very interesting. As I read, words that were not written were the words that I was reading. Okay. I did not expect that.

I bought the book because I was interested in Angles, and I knew, that Enoch named Angels. Turns out Enoch also names Satans. After the “between the lines” experience, I came to accept that the book was largely fiction, and its value, was woven between the words. It was not written down and understanding that was the wisdom found between the lines.

My interest in Angels was aided by meeting a few. I was surprised to meet Sarakiel. The angel just showed up, hung around for three days, and was always in the company of three cherub. I would notice the presence from time to time as I went about my daily business. That was the experience. Another angel showed up late one night. A presence outside of the house. It was on the same plane as the floor of the house, but outside, suspended above the ground as if the floor somehow extended there. The blinds were closed and the angel was beyond them. That detail did not obscure the image. It was a comfortable soothing and exciting experience. I did not expect to meet these and it was my impression that they intended to meet me. It was as if they approached me and introduced themselves.

These are neither isolated experiences nor are they the only kind of spiritual encounters I have had. I will chronicle one more for the sake of texture. I met Ikisat one day. Ikisat is a character mentioned in the Book of Enoch. I was trying to figure out what Ikisat was. I thought perhaps, a specific sin. The book is indexed much like the Bible with each line numbered for reference sake. I called a Catholic priest to ask if he knew about this word. He asked for the chapter and verse and checked his book, a Catholic version of the same. His text referred to Ikisat as the serpent, not by name, just the serpent. I was irritated because I considered this somehow disingenuous. I continued my quest to better understand Ikisat.

Some days later I was startled by a serpent in my lap. Shiny, black, unpleasant. I then understood why the Catholic Book of Enoch called Ikisat a serpent. Ikisat is a Satan that is a serpent. I do not recall how I separated myself from it but I did and suffered no harm. Just got schooled.

This was a very rich time in my life that fell into disrepair when my wife left me to raise our five year old son and eight year old daughter on my own. She worked very hard to make that experience difficult for all involved, and the spiritual richness I had enjoyed, slipped away, displaced by my distractions.

I am certain that my decisions alone interrupted my rich spiritual life, and that providence, has laid the redress at my feet, uninterrupted.  I hope that writing as the Mystic Tourist will open a chapter that is again filled with the rich comfort of my past spiritual fullness. I expect that it will and that it will lead to an even greater measure of spiritual contentment than I previously knew.

That is why I write this. It is uncomfortable to be so revealing. This blog is public and I am not generally inclined to expose myself on such a personal level. I believe that it is the path laid before me and that is why I do it.

Thank you for reading.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2018

Finding Truth in a World of Lies

If not the life we live, what is prayer? We all pray. Panic, anxiety, chaos, doubt, blame, fear, pride, form disposition, attitude presented within our spiritual environment. While I am confident that it is not usually the case, prayer is most useful when it is deliberate. Panic or fear do not generally calm us to be prayerful from a positive posture of mind. Anxiety tends to be chronic and its prayer perpetuates it. Chaos, doubt and blame work the same way to diminish a more useful presence of mind, and pride, bends poor attributes to seem proper.

Pride is a common theme and spiritual posture.

Many do value pride and use pride to hammer poor qualities into the cultural trophies we all desire. It is marshaled to rescue us from all manner of slight and harm. We imagine we deserve our trophies, that we have somehow earned them. On the other hand, the flip side, we imagine our failure is earned as well and blame ourselves for that.

When we look at the world around us, considering the circumstance of people less fortunate, people born into dire difficulties; how true is our pride? None-the-less, it is a useful hammer to forge our circumstance, no matter how dire its outlook or good its fortune, into something more comfortable. Something we can own as if we earned it. This conveniently allows us to blame others for their condition, good or bad, because pride requires this juxtaposition if it is to be true.

Prayer, the way we structure our identity in relationship to the myriad of concerns in which we are, is done in concert with everyone and everything else. Our mindfulness gathers around us a supporting cast. This is prayer. The world we shape is our collective prayer. There are many impositions generated of this. They are required if our collective posture is to be maintained.

In my experience, there are spiritual beings that work to fulfill our prayer. I have seen them. Some are Satans, some are Demons, some are Devils, some are Angles, some are Divas and some are Ascendant Beings. They work with us to manage our creation, and, to the extent to which our creation is false, we are its God. We alone are responsible for the lies we believe.

My prayer is to walk in this world, the world of lies, and be true.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist © 2018

The Better Angles

Christianity is my north star. It is not my religion, I am a secular mystic. I believe things are as they are and I believe that is understood, absolutely. I am a product of my parents circumstance. I’ll call it; Original Fate. That includes my birth as a Catholic, as a Christian. Basically, that is what providence looks like. In other words, the direction on the sign begins with: You Are Here.

As a Catholic youth in parochial schools I was taught to be Catholic. The best thing about being Catholic was Heaven. All Catholics in good standing went to Heaven. Everyone else was going to Hell. It was hard for me to understand this as a good thing. Fistfights with my neighbor resulted. He was my friend, but he was not Catholic. I was so upset that this friend of mine was going to Hell, that my frustration lead me to punch him the face and initiate a fight.

There is no Hell, at least not one that is eternal, and Heaven, is the same way. Heaven requires Hell to exist. The same is true of Hell, without Heaven, no Hell. We have made these things up. Imagined them to be true. It is a terrible thing because there are real consequences to thinking some deserve Heaven and others Hell. The typical model has a lot more people in Hell than can ever hope to know Heaven.

These considerations, in turn, are how we model society, and as we have only ever imagined a Heaven and Hell, we are the God that owns it. An imaginary, yet brutal, God.

Christianity has its better Angles. The God that would create each and every one of us, individually as some sort of hobby, and then send nearly everyone to an eternal Hell, this psychopath, is also all forgiving. People hope to spend an eternity with that God. I am not one of them.

Okay, better Angles. Clearly all forgiving and eternal damnation are not compatible. All forgiving works for me. Eternal damnation, that just seems ridiculous. How is it sustainable? It would require a God, or whatever, to be determined that a misery so incomprehensible as to only be understood by its unending certainty and perpetual escalation, be maintained. An all forgiving God simply makes that impossible. Obviously.

These silly expectations are not necessary. They only matter to, and impact, the world we live in, enjoying no durability beyond human societies and cultures. It is sad that we would imagine such injustices, and then, turn a blind eye to the suffering they perpetuate, blaming God, instead of shouldering our own responsibility. We create these conditions and then we assign their consequence to an “all-powerful” God, a God whose true power is our denial. Our denial the we are that God. An imaginary God entirely of our own design and limitation.

I do believe a true God must exist. One that can only be known and understood by experience. We can understand God by the observation of what must be absolute. That which can only be known by a singular measure, complete in-and-of itself and immune to compromise. Unable to suffer injury or slight. The truth, understanding and compassion are three such things.

All efforts to define God fail as God is not of us. We are of God. We simply lack the authority to define God. God is to be understood by experience, by acceptance, by understanding and there is simply no way not to do this. We can imagine what is naught, we can deny, yet we can not escape God.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist © 2018

Living the Life of Christ

The idea of Christ has gripped my curiosity all of my life. I was born in the shadow of Christ as a Catholic child. In hindsight, I never truly believed the church, although I did feel committed to it and expected to forge a life of service as a priest. I was indoctrinated. When young, I accepted the normalcy of my circumstance with naivete. Trust was my blanket and the questions that naturally arise were kept behind its veil. As I consider who I am, and the child I grew from, I see that doubt was a constant companion. While trying to negotiate the articles of faith, I only ever considered Jesus as a man. The sort of person anyone might aspire to be.

That was the undoing of my religious faith. As I grew, the thin veil of trust dissolved in the floodwaters of reality. All who are delivered here by their mothers womb are human. God is not so enamored by the beauty of a woman that a child is born. If God could be insulted, blaspheme, that nonsense would pretty much do it. Of course, the God of Abraham is fiction, as is noted by this silly story and countless others.

That does not mean that the story of Jesus is fiction, just that it is obscured by it.

I see very little evidence that Jesus intended to or did found a church. From my reading of history, it was Constantine who hobbled together the teachings and texts that formally founded the Christian church. For over three hundred years people had told the story of a man named Jesus. He was deified and and set apart as some impossible sort, except, for his Godly heritage. That Mary, the mother of Jesus, was a woman so pure that even God was smitten and a child was born. After three hundred plus years of storytelling, that is what Emperor Constantine’s Council in Nicaea came up with.

No. I don’t think Jesus ever told this story. I believe that whomever Jesus might have been, his story was distorted with the passage of time and the retelling of his story.

Miracles? No, I don’t believe in the supernatural. I believe in magic and creation. I think magic and creation are the natural way things are and that we fit the rules of reality to create a static environment suitable for community and humanity. The life we share.

Explain Wim Huff.

The stories we spin around our memory of Jesus, and others, tend to forbid. Look what happened to Jesus. Humiliated, tortured and brutally murdered. Abandoned by all of his friends in his time of need. And he was God. That is the story. It is a clear warning. One, you are not God, two; humiliation, torture, murder. The Catholic Church, I was raised in, would even have you sent to an eternal Hell if you imagined Jesus was like you, an ordinary human being.

Assuming Jesus actually did live, he would have been as we all are, an ordinary person living an ordinary life. The extraordinary and supernatural are fiction, while being unusual is normal. Someone else will do and live as Jesus did. It is inevitable. It is likely certain that others have.

I believe much of the story is fiction. The allusion to the sort of God involved is too much for me. Hell, is a ridiculous notion and a person the likes of Jesus would have recognized that. That wrinkle alone destroys the Christian notion of God.

I do believe there is plenty of evidence, in our world, to support the miraculous claims attributed to Jesus. Not the specificity but what these claims allude to. I don’t believe in miracles. I believe in nature and its laws. I believe that some people are more in tune than others and the story of Jesus alludes to that. It is an example for others to follow.

Micheal, The Mystic Tourist © 2018

The Nucleus of Creation / A Holy Trinity

The Holy Trinity: Awareness, Being and Now. Together they are the nucleus of creation. Not some human-like God, just the unadorned nuts and bolts of existence. These three guarantee experience by simply grinding out creation as an unavoidable proof. Creation is the consequence of Awareness, Being and Now. It is inescapable. This nucleus of creation, can not be without a reality to support it.

On considering consciousness we imagine a progression, and that our species, the human race, is the crowning example. Certainly here on earth we demonstrate an organizational intellect that is unique. I don’t know that it is a higher consciousness. A higher responsibility, that seems obvious.

As we experience creation, creation is our companion. We imagine that a God, much like ourselves, is the creator, but we are that God. We have the authority of creation to create and we have created an imaginary God, that must in turn, be us. Creation on it own, is true, but what we imagine that distorts creation, is our own. It is not true. This does not diminish the existence of God.

I do imagine that a true God exists due to our own sentience. Sentience; it does exist. It exists now, and now absent a beginning, has no end. It is eternal. There must also be an eternal aspect of sentience, and clearly, we are not that. At least not as we consider ourselves.

We have the authority of creation but largely just let it slip. Some authority beyond ourselves is to blame. Whether that be for good, evil, or whatever. We do this as group while considering ourselves to be individuals.  Kind of like individual brain cells imagining themselves independent from each other. That would be a little confusing.

I write as the Mystic Tourist and what is read here are my personal considerations born of mystical contemplation. My mind won’t let it go. I have been snared by this from birth and I hope to write my way to freedom. That is my disclaimer lest anyone think more, or less, of my words.

I am drawn to the notion of Divinity. The incarnate expression of eternal sentience. What we all must actually be yet are determined to imagine otherwise. To the extent that we are able to imagine what is naught, to be what is, we do compose ourselves of what is naught. Just a flash in the pan. Conversely, we must also be able to imagine our self to be what actually is and live a divine life. I believe many people actually do this in the quite resolve of their personal life. Quietly making a real difference in the circumstance of fate.

Micheal, The Mystic Tourist © 2018

 

The Vacancy of Faith

How is it that there is a God and we are charged to revere said God through faith? If we are to have any hope of a productive association with God, we must first accept on faith, predetermined parameters that fix God and our proximity to God. This seems an exercise by which faith is vacated rather than expressed.

If we truly had faith in God, surely we would allow that God is competent, able to make an appearance and representation, free of intermediaries. Any actual God would have the confidence and authority to express God, without help or supervision. This is the conclusion I reached as a young man in my teens. I began to see religion as community service, a basic social-political framework intending to build behavioral norms into our shared experience. Norms that we expect to carry value. As I observe the results, I see a mixed bag of conflicting consequences. Some good, and others not.

I do believe religious faith is powerful and I believe that God is part of the mix. There is great power in community. There is great power in the comfort carried by the certainty that is attached to faith and its symbols. There is great power in God, no matter our considerations or the actual fact of God.

Many seem to believe in God yet don’t believe that they are allowed to know God, to behave as if God is available to them and that they have the liberty to express that outside of strict established guidelines. In spite of that, much definition has been spent on God and that definition carries the weight of consequence.

The God worshiped in Abrahamic traditions is brutal. This God is the deliberate creator of every single thing, is all-knowing and all-forgiving, yet is so petty we are to be forever fearful of this God’s wrath. It is difficult to reconcile these contradictions in one God. I do it by dismissing Abraham’s God as fiction. It is clear to me that this God is a projection of our own insecurities. An insecure God is a truly frightful. Being imagined does not diminish the fearsome reality spawned by such a monster. So many worship and do believe and that is real power.

This template is common in human culture and society. We have long used it as a formative stamp. It is pervasive. The Christian tradition gleefully awaits Armageddon, the final judgement. Justice. The chosen will be saved at everyone else’s expense. We use this Godly template to justify injustice and suffering, to imagine it is deserved. We expect that even we might deserve such ourselves, but for the favor and grace of God.

I have no use for such a God. The idea that God would create each person individually, and then send most of us to an eternal Hell, just doesn’t hold water. Heaven after all, is an eternity with that God. That sounds very unpleasant. What does it say of those who would accept God’s favor knowing the cruelty imposed by their God? It is a model that fails of its own absurdity. Heaven exists in juxtaposition to Hell, without Hell …

These Hellish trappings of God seem certain to be our projected insecurities.

We do exist. We are aware and do experience it. The singular gravity of all that is known to exist and to be experienced, is now, and now, is without beginning. Without a beginning, there is no end.

Whatever God may or may not be, I am certain, fear of God is pointless.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist © 2018