Peace Now

Peace. The past exists to remind us. It is not intended that we should carry it but when we do, it is the future. Now is all that is. It intends that we should remember a future better than the past, until we have done our best, and that becomes the past.

Namaste. Peace.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012

Metaphysics And The Distillation Of How

In my last post, The Key of Solomon,  I wrote of Character, Disposition and Reputation. In my mystic progression, and for the sake of better understanding, I have a lesson to learn about these pieces of my puzzle. I will learn this lesson as I write this post. I have always worked this way, writing and learning. Prior to blogging I carried a folded paper with me and when a word occurred to me, to continue a sentence, or a line of thought, I would write it down. After stringing enough words together a completed thought or idea would manifest. Except for the conversational context, that is a blog, this is the same process. Let us see what there is to know about this collision of person at the point of true gravity; Being and Now.

In The Key of Solomon I wrote of a sphere and within the sphere three intersecting lines, those lines are as a foundation. They intersect at the point that is the center of the sphere creating twelve right angles. The center point is the point of Being as well as the moment Now. Emanating from the lines are planes that divide the sphere into eight equal segments. Visually, the most obvious of these three planes is Character as it is as a front or a face and is vertical. The plane that is Disposition is also a vertical plane and appears as a thin line dividing Character front to back at a right angle. The horizontal plane, Reputation, also appears as a thin line when looking from the front to back, front being the plane of Character. Reputation divides the sphere in half and creates a top and a bottom. It seems that Reputation is as a filter. It seems that there is a tendency for stuff to get stuck in these segments and I have something stuck in one of mine. It also seems that what I have stuck moves from that segment, if it will, almost like it has a free will. That being said I think it must be a choice I made or at least associated with a choice I have made as choice is freedom and power. It is in determining what this choice is that the true value of its existence is revealed.

I find a decision to create hardship knowing it would hide me from responsibility. A decision made in my preschool years, maybe four years old. This choice originates from the effort made to discourage me from talking about people who are visible, independent beings whom I can see, yet no one else is interested. The only interest is in getting me to stop pretending. Only, I am not pretending. I have wanted to get back to this time and understand it better. My memory of this is almost entirely based on stories told to me about it. I was determined to introduce people to people they could not see. The early childhood imaginary friend. I am confident these beings were not imaginary but rather spiritual and it seems in my youthful frustration, and hurt, I turned my back on them. The choice fixed in my person components of disposition that can now be mended. Pain and frustration are poor motivators for choice. They get stuck in our person when we make a choice due to their influence. Today I am being directed to do something about this choice made so long ago.

The Key of Solomon has a great deal of movement associated with it and I am using my understanding of this movement to let go of the negative components of disposition associated with this time in my life by allowing them to go through the natural movement of the key. In doing this I am learning something new about how the key works and its practical use. Well that is my lesson. It took me four days to figure it out and write it all down. It will be interesting to see what this additional understanding of  this metaphysical key will reveal. From my past experiences with the key I think it will begin to work by the fact of familiarity, acquaintance. A realization as opposed to accomplishment. Things like this do not work if you think you can own them. There is no sophistication of intellect that makes one person deserving and another not. It is just a matter of choice, availability, determination that gives opportunity for realization. You are asking; How do I know this is Solomons Key? Well that is a good question. Time will answer that best. In my experience it has proven to be very powerful and I am confident as to what it is. Perhaps someday I will see it differently.

To me this is all very technical and I ask myself; Could anyone really be interested these metaphysical details of my personal growth? Please chime in and leave a comment so I will know you are there and find this interesting.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012

The Key of Solomon

There is a place I know of as foundation. It is a single point through which three lines intersect forming twelve right angles. The first line is Providence and it is as a pillar. The second line is Fate and it runs front to back. The third line is abundance and it runs left to right. I have long known that the intersecting point is Being. My mystic considerations, of late, have had me considering Now and how to find it. That ponder has led me to realize that this point of Being, of intersection, is Now. Emanating from these lines, and fixed by this point, are three planes. I can see this place, it has a substance I will call image, for lack of any other term. Just now I can see the planes and I have no idea what to name them and so I will write about it and divine their definitions. Come along with me if you like, I enjoy the company.

First I will consider the plane that cuts along the lines of Providence and Abundance, it is as a face or front. I will call it character. Next is the plane that is fixed by the lines of Fate and Providence and is as a profile. It is disposition. Lastly resting along the lines of Fate and Abundance is reputation.

We are usually as a satellite circling this point as it is the point of true gravity, this point that is Being, that is Now. Being somewhere other than this point is ‘normal’ or usual. This is the place of power, it can not be owned as it is what owns us. In truth we own nothing but we go about glomming on to all manner of things creating false gravity’s that pull us from our center, from Being and Now. This is how we actually create reality and it is only ‘true’ that it is real. Being and Now are also appointed a place in our physical body. It is at our body center or Hara. (You can Google Hara if you do not know what it is. Here is an example). Should a person find this place and learn the trick to fix it to their Hara, so that Now-Being and Hara are at the same place and fixed, they become a Divine Being. A completed person with the full complement of intended attribute. It is a state that can not be achieved, only realized.

There are many other components that define and secure this place, give it a ceiling and a floor. It creates a window, a door, a narrow gate to an actual place, a world, a reality. A place to walk and be. I have walked there. In this post I will cover just one more component of Solomon’s Key, that is what I know this to be. A sphere surrounds the central point As you walk on the floor of the key the sphere moves freely in any direction and is,I think, as a force-field.

It is nice to be able to see this place again and recognize its components. Hopefully I will learn a more durable lesson this time. I am still trying to get back on the seat so I can drive this thing. You have to let go of everything to be able to do it. Sounds easy, doesn’t it?

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012

Mystical Me

For as long as I have pursued mysticism I have known I would make my work, and its result, public. It was in 1981 that I put down the fight and accepted what seems the only life-choice being presented to me, mysticism. I married in 1985. I felt obligated. I had been with Lynn for eleven years and for seven of those I was at my absolute worst behavior. I felt I owed her something, and, although I tried, I could not dissuade her from marriage. It was rough right from the start. My honeymoon was the worst experience of my life and by the third week of marriage I was being threatened with divorce a few times a day. I pressed on, after all I made a committment. I figured she would not be able to sustain this dysfunction over time as it alone would ruin the marriage and I had the skills as well as the committment to help her repair her life. By the early 1990’s I had invested everything I had in the marriage. I had two young children in the house and damage control had become my full-time occupation. I was unable to work enough to thrive because my absence from the home was an excuse for Lynn to rage and threaten myself and the family. We could have easily been doing quite well, building a comfortable future, but she would not allow it. I realized that I had nothing left to invest in the marriage, I had put it all in and fulfilled my commitment. I told Lynn. I told her we should go ahead with the divorce she talked about everyday or fix the finances. Our marriage could not survive the financial state it was already in and I would not consider staying on without professional counseling. She never talked of divorce again. Counseling was a waste of time. In the end she doubled down on her determination to ruin my life. She took up with another man and walked out on the family. At her direction my already impossible financial condition went off the cliff. I hung in there. Life eventually presented an opportunity to remove the children, and myself, from the house we were in and file for divorce. That was January of 1999.

Looking back I do not know what I might have done differently. I am who I am. If I remove the twelve years of rage, from 1969 to 1981, I would have had a completely different life. In the last seven years of my rage, Lynn, was by my side. This is where my sense of obligation to her came from. I was free of the rage for four years by the time I married. Although I have finally restored my business my finances are still precarious. My day-to-day cash flow is acceptable but the tax disaster that resulted from this train wreck remains unresolved. As for my mystic life, I am beginning to see the light of day and expect to fully recover. I remain convinced that the pursuit of mysticism is the only thing I need to do to succeed. It works, I have restored myself twice with it. There is no other motivation in my life. Not that other things are unimportant, relationships and the like.  I only know how to fulfill them through my life of mysticism. All matters are given their appointment and importance or there is no path forward. Such is this mystic’s life. As for Lynn, I wish her well. I harbor no ill will. I do not hold her responsible for what I did to myself. Jon and Kait, my children, hey they are great!

This post is about the expectation that I need to make who I am public. My mystic reality. It has always been clear to me that I can not avoid that. It does make me very uncomfortable but there is no value in something that remains secret. Hidden from view. The discomfort will pass.

I created this blog thinking it would help me piece myself, my mystic, back together and it has. I also knew that it would expose me, make my private life known and that there is a completion that can only be found in that exposure. I have been blogging away, expecting a personal acquaintance to find the blog, share it, and then, by default… exposed! Now that that has happened I find it is still up to me to present myself and the idea still ties my back in a knot. Ouch. I will keep doing it as I see no other way forward and it is what I want to do. Please stop by from time to time and read the blog. It has been well received and I enjoy the company.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012

Angelic Acquaintance

Angels it seems, in their role as guardians, rid our lives of demons. As recently as my post, Sarakiel The Demon Slayer, I wrote of foundation. There are three intersecting lines, Fate, Providence and Abundance. These three lines intersect at one point forming twelve right angles. Our imagination allows us to be at this point, or anywhere else. It is our choice. It is not necessary to see or to define this to be there. A person can be at or know this place, without any of the effort I put into it. This axis is essential to existence, our person belongs to it. We are free to wander wherever we like and neglect is often the state of foundation. Our relationship with foundation is determined entirely by choice. The texture of our thought. As we think; we are.

Angels rid providence, fate and abundance of demons and it is most helpful to ask them.  The demons distract us and we give them chase away from our foundation, even as we pretend we do not see them. In my experience, demons prefer to be unseen. Ignorance of them is fundamental to their influence. The lines of influence that are Fate, Abundance and Providence are miraculous. Not so much in a profound way but just matter of fact. It is here where creation and our person are bound as one. Miracle is the fact of our divine nature, it is ordinary, everyday and mundane. It is unusual for a person to truly appreciate their divine nature and the miraculous authority of foundation. It can not be done without the help of Angels. Only with their help can we clear perception, of distraction, and the lines of foundation restore our divine state.

Our shared sense of reality has no true foundation and it is tempting to ignore the divine and be a part of what seems the larger group. I am happier when I pursue my mystic sensibilities and what I can see for myself. I had forgotten the richness and reward of reliance on Angels, of asking them to help. It is this simple act of surrender that has been absent from my life.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012

Where Is Now and How Do We Get There?

A person is comprised of the way interactions with others are considered by the person. In considering what our acquaintances see when they see us we fashion our interactions. Hidden in this is the reality that it is only our perception of how we are perceived that determines the way we consider acquaintance and how we think we are considered. These considerations are our person. There are many variables and moving parts that determine our person but this interface, is fundamental. What we think about is what we are. We, our persons, are built of thought. Just as is the world that we imagine ourselves living in. We also see the building blocks required to exist at all. We use all of this to try to fix, something more permanent. As if there could be something more permanent. After all our appointment is brief. If only we knew what to do?

I think we imagine a progression that simply does not exist outside of our imagination of it. That imagining makes it real and makes it possible to manipulate what is real to more closely resemble what is true. Doing this, a person begins with the fundamental considerations of self already mentioned. We must own the person we are without pretending we are as others consider us. There are many ways that this interaction is considered, or ignored. We project the person we consider our self to be, work, family, habits and behavior, and make assumptions as to how we are considered. Another personality type might internalize how he or she thinks they are being perceived and then make an impression of that in acquaintance. For the sake of brevity I will not try to imagine all the various ways different types play their hand. We do. It seems clear to me that we are aware of the true structure of creation as well as our role in staging reality. Then I have two questions; Why don’t I take more responsibility for it, express it? Why is the pretense of confusion (denial) so stubborn, and, what to do about that?

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012

Peace Next

This a reply to a Blog Post on the PeaceNext site. I wrote it for that site but it is material that belongs here as well.

I have often considered “The image and likeness of God” and what it means. I have decided what it does mean for me. Image is imagination and likeness is, awareness – sentiency – cognition, etc. As to Gods omnipotence, that would be the simple fact of God’s existence. This holds true even if that fact is Gods non-existence. I am certain that we are each deserving of exactly the same thing, what God would have for us. It is the same for each of us and affords us no harm.

In considering scripture or any sacred text, I never get very far. The notion that any word, spoken, written, read, is the word of God, is a bridge I will not buy. It is known who writes, reads and speaks words. I am not confused about it. I am certain that God requires no intermediary and trust no man who claims to speak for God. That is to say, I trust that no man speaks for God. I have greater confidence in God than that.

Religious Purpose

The purpose of religion is determined by the practitioner. Most usually people join or remain religious, I think, to quiet the conflict within themselves that is God. Not God’s self, but the individuals confusion and puzzlement about God. Puzzling God, if it is not a casual pastime, is often a calling. Religion seems a good place for those of us who have this interest. For many religion offers a continuing opportunity to serve God through service to community. The doctrines and dogmatic nature of religion tend to bind people in harmful ways and some practitioners corrupt the value that might otherwise be found in religious doctrine.

Religions are human institutions. It is unfortunate that we insist that they carry the authority of God. Why not allow God to represent God’s self without this intervention? Can we find the confidence for that or is an intermediary required? My interest in God has given me no satisfaction with religion. A complete lack of confidence in any religion leaves me only one discipline, to experience God empirically.

In writing of purpose and religion of course I am not writing about the purpose of life, the purpose that a person finds that is their life. I am writing of purpose as it relates only to religion. It is easy to confuse life’s purpose with religion. God and life’s purpose are bound together nearly as one but religion and God are not so closely bound. Omnipotence allows that no matter our community God’s presence is discernible. It is equally true if God does not exist. That then would be the omnipotent dictate. God’s existence or not is of little importance. The value lies in asking that this question would give us its answer. In being confident and satisfied without predetermination. Only in this way can I find and be confident in God.

I have no question in my life concerning the existence of God. I have an answer that satisfies me, and so the question has been answered. I am sure that there is nothing that does exist that has not always existed and always will exist. There is an underlying origin or source, an omnipotence, God. It is not something I have to own by definition. I am confident God self represents. What is true is God. I believe in creation, not as described in text. I believe it is how things are and that it is something we can understand if we do not define it before hand. I expect that I must discover for myself what would otherwise remain a mystery. So dominate is this sensibility in my life that I consider it my purpose.

The Mystic Tourist


Disease. In my life disease has been a condition I impose on myself. I have always been able to manage the germs and bacteria I encounter with ease. I do have allergies that corrupt my wellness. That being said I have had issues with my health that have been definitive. I have spent more than two years of my life doing nothing but recovery and rehabilitation. Additionally I have spent months unable to work, handicapped by debilitating pain. When I was still a teen I injured myself with methadrine and psychedelics. When I was in my late teens and twenties if I was not working I was drinking.

Living in the San Francisco Bay Area it was easy to get pure LSD in the late 1960’s and early 70’s. I took more of it than I should have. I was not interested in recreation but rather communion. In 1970 pharmaceutical grade methadrine was everywhere. I got strung out for three months. I ended up getting busted, thank God. I thought I was kicking it but was so high when I was arrested that it took three days before I came down. I found my bearing and walked away from it. I was not unscathed. When I was twenty-one I had to teach myself that two plus three was five. Quite a fall from being the top of my class in my high school college prep program. I still fantasize about recovering my math skills but I don’t know what I would do with them. It is like having a lost friend. Boozing and motorcycles damn near killed me a few times.

I walked away, literally walked away, from two motorcycle accidents that were very serious. As likely to kill me as not. I managed a compacted thoracic vertebrae in the first and a broken neck in the other. Those injuries eventually forced me to reconsider my lifestyle. At twenty-nine I was using booze to manage my pain. The combination proved disastrous. Once again thank God. Through all of this and still today God has been the dominate feature in my life. I expect to encounter God empirically and am confident in no other path.

I have found pain to be something quite fickle. It is so easily influenced by stress that it seems discretionary. I have learned a lot about myself by living with it.

The Mystic Tourist

Managing My Broken Back

Decades ago I injured my back and then my neck. In 1970 I fell seventy feet while riding a motorcycle off-road. I managed to set the bike down and stay on it. On impact I sat down hard enough to compact my seventh or eighth thoracic vertebra. Then when I was twenty-four I drove a motorcycle into a ditch and was catapulted into a mountainside at 70 m.p.h. The bike had lost its brakes and it was the best option I had. I was helmeted and wearing a leather riding jacket. I hit the mountain with my head and right shoulder. The riding gear saved my life but when I took the jacket off my favorite shirt, a heavy cotton rugby shirt, was now being worn around my waist, having been torn off of my back. The riding jacket, no worse for the wear, is probably why I still have two arms or even am still alive. I walked away from these accidents. No hospitals, no doctors.

The earlier injury forced me to the chiropractor on a number of occasions, but, I did nothing but increase my drink, to control the difficulties associated with the second accident. That strategy came to a halt two and a half years later. While at work my neck suddenly went very bad ending my work day and sending me to a chiropractor. I never saw a more puzzled look on any face than his look when he returned with the x-rays. When did you break your neck, he wanted to know? I told him I never did. Eventually, after another two and a half years, the amount of drink required to work, Hot Mop Roofing, and deal with the pain had wrecked my life. I quit drinking and quickly found I could not work without it.

I was twenty-nine and it dawned on me that my reckless lifestyle might not, as planned, kill me. The only attrition might be a long and painful life. I decided to try Acupressure. I found a man studying Transpersonal Psychology. He was using acupressure in his studies while he worked on his doctorate. I had no income and could not pay so he suggested I should barter and I became his Acupressurist and Counselor in exchange for the same. This experience was profound. I spent a year and a half doing nothing but rehabilitation. During this time I consulted an orthopedic surgeon who advised me that people in my condition did not recover well enough that labor was an option. He then clarified his advise by stating that as a medical doctor ,this was the only responsible advise he could give me. He said, it was rare,  but some people ignore good advise and manage to recover anyway. I should not count on that.

I learned many tricks during this time to manage my stress. I had long been ill-tempered and the years of drinking had fortified that. If I allowed myself to get angry it would undo months of rehabilitative work in a few seconds. When anger arose I would go into the yard and walk circles. I would then walk in the other direction to counter the tendency to wind up. The anger would be in the ground. I used Qigong to do all the things it is good for and I used affirmations. I used a cane to force myself to stand straight. (When I started I carried my right shoulder several inches lower than my left). I learned to use a divining rod to discover and unravel stress. I slept on a padded board. I modified my truck so I could drive it without re-injuring my back. I modified my chair to help me sit straight. I would take four and five-hour walks. I already mentioned the psychotherapy and acupressure.  This effort did get me back to work and overall improve me as a person.

After a year and a half I was able to work again. The work did, however, re-injure my back. I had two three-month stretches of no work and lots of rehabilitation. Due to this I opted for self employment. Labor was very difficult, at times driving me to tears. Extremely painful but I worked through it. The mobility that I enjoy today is likely do to my determination and the physical labor that is my occupation. The doctor gave me sound advise. He was right.

To this day I continue to see improvement and my back today is pretty good. It requires maintenance. I continue with chiropractic and from time to time practice Qigong. I use my swing rod to divine what is best now. Dowsing seems the most useful tool I have in managing and reducing my stress. My neck is no longer a frightening thing to live with. When I last had it x-rayed it was fusing itself. Six or so years ago I corrected that and I continue to see marked improvement in comfort and flexibility. The pain and discomfort in my back and neck would eat my alive if I did not have a way to manage and improve it. I do. I use divination. It has proven itself as my best resource in my continuing recovery and pursuit of happiness.

The Mystic Tourist