The Discovery of Self

My last contribution to this blog was all the way back in July, a little over two months past. I enjoy writing so that represents a long time. I prefer to write everyday. Since my last work, an exposé of Satan, the five types of Satan of which I have personal experience, I have had sense of completion. Like having closed a chapter. This has left me not quite sure of what is next or how to go about getting that started. I have had a good idea as to where I am, the place mysticism has brought me, but how to present it, to lend it description? That has evaded me and now I have gained permission to find out.

Permission from whom?

The permission I seek is from my self, but he is a stranger. Elusive. I have seen him in the distance but could never quite reach him, until now. While we have heard of each other we are not well acquainted. The self wears no clothes, it is naked and transparent but this is not the person we choose to be. It is the naked transparency of the self that lets us manufacture a person separate from it while maintaining an ignorance of certainty that our actual self is naught. Our self is composed of inexhaustible patience and our person must discover, must know this patience, if it is to know its self.

Our self is both temporal and spiritual and takes ownership of nothing. It is the magician that creates and it knows no past or future. Our person longs for a future that can never arrive and clings to a past that is gone. That is naught. How then to make this one, my self, my counsel and quite the distraction of personhood? This I think is the next project for the Mystic Tourist. To write of this adventure and discover how it is done. Won’t you join me? It is a journey that can not take place without you. That is the point of writing this blog and forcing my ‘self’ into the open. My self is very comfortable with that but my person is not there yet. I do expect writing about it will bring my person into compliance with its self and whatever revelation that might present.

I am not particular about where this leads. It is something I feel I must do, that not doing it is the real difficulty. It is my sense of destiny that motivates me. It is very strong and not to be confused with fate. I have burned through a few fates. They are endless and we can choose any of them. I have but one destiny, that is what I seek. To choose destiny over fate.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2013

The Last Satan

Well I have reached the end of my outing of the Satans and it feels good. There was a time that they made me nervous, uneasy, and maybe they still should. I see them as the great usurpers. They have no power except what we give them. No matter, whatever they are, even if they are just a psychological tool I fashioned for my personal growth; they are. Whatever capabilities they have remain as they were regardless of my activity. I see them, and when I do, I work to dismiss them and there is real power in that. It works. It changes my life.

As a mystic I believe that spiritual realities can be understood and that is as an all-encompassing, singular motivation, in my life. I believe I see the spiritual world and that there is a personal value in sharing my experience. So I do.

There is but one type of Satan that remains for me to flesh out, for my benefit, as well as the curiosity of those of you who are interested. It has no name that I know of and that is a curiosity I will not pursue here. This one, disguises itself in two ways. You could call it a Trojan Horse. You can not see it because it is thin, as a piece of paper. It is an envelope and contains a vast collection of satanic energy in the form of a variety of Satans and Demons. When we encounter this one we see it as an acquaintance, a person we know and the envelope is passed to us. There are tricks that enable this. Ignorance concerning our acquaintance is one way and another is false associations we make about the person. Both of these postures, of considering another person, create shadows and that darkness allows for the movement of Satans.

The alternative to this posture of shadows is to accept all persons as they are. To make an observation of who and how without projecting false judgements or turning a blind eye. If we manage a state of honest objectivity, deception fails. Our spiritual and psychological health thrives and things are seen as they are.

The shadows and darkness in our lives, we create, and they in turn are haunted by the creatures that live there. We can create a life, a place for our self, free of shadows and darkness, where things are seen as they are. When we do this providence is more pronounced and the understandings and activities that best serve us are more apparent.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2013

His Name is Ikisat

I feel safe  thinking that nearly all people are familiar with the story of Adam and Eve. That a serpent tempted Eve and she in turn shared the forbidden fruit with Adam. The fruit of the Tree of Knowledge. Well Ikisat is such a Satan, a serpent. There is no Satan more intimate than a serpent. The serpent occupies our person through the eyes, the mouth, the ears, any orifice will do, he is a serpent and that is their nature. They cloud our vision, corrupt our speech, distort what we hear, punish us sexually and otherwise injure our vital physiologic functions. There is no more corrupting influence than Ikisat the serpent.

It is difficult to have any clarity of matters spiritual when one is keeping Ikisat as a companion. Satans would persuade us to ignore our spiritual worth and heritage. They displace it with their influence. They are after all spiritual beings but they are without grace and would deny us grace by our association with them. We must agree to associate with them but these agreements are made when we are distracted. We have no recollection of them or the Satans with whom we mingle. This is what separates us from spiritual freedom and clarity, our choice, albeit it out of ignorance, to associate with Satans.

So what to do rid ourselves of such an influence, the resident serpent? Ask it to leave. Advise the serpent that you wish to dissolve the association. They are not inclined to do it but if you persist, they have no choice. In these matters the power and authority of choice rests with us. That is how it all started and how it persists.

There is a tendency to be frightened of Satans. We have imagined them other than they are. They have no power. They influence us, that is true, but they only influence us to make a choice. Often a choice we are unaware of. It is those choices and where they lead that endanger us.

These are spiritual matters and I am a mystic. I see things in spiritual terms. I am doing my best to communicate what I see for whatever it is worth. Tomorrow I expect to complete my exposé of the five types of Satan I am aware of. Thank you for reading.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2013

Arazyal Prince of Darkness

Darkness. There is a Satanic presence that is darkness and against a background of darkness, it is invisible, unseen. One such Satan is named Arazyal. It may be that all Satans can assume this form but today it is Arazyal who takes notice. In my mind, I imagined the name to be Yazassal but decided to consult The Book of Enoch and discovered the name that I was looking for, Arazyal.

Ignorance is the only shelter Arazyal needs and then he is very close and personal. Imagining, pretending he is not there, this kind of Satan is right at home, within us, in the darkness of our own mind. This type builds things there using only suggestion. As is always the case with Satans, we do all the work for them, they only wield influence. The structures we build with them, are structures made of sand, it takes a constant effort to keep them standing and repaired. Without this effort the shadows recede and this Satan is forced to search for darker pastures.

All of the various types of Satans work in tandem. Relentless. The longer we entertain their influence, the more difficult it becomes to distinguish their presence. We really do come to see things as they do, or, more accurately, as they want us to.

I am not sure that it makes a great deal of difference what Satans do. I am quite certain that many of us survive their influence without ever knowing of them. There are countless ways to mitigate their influence. My curiosity and life is such that I need to know. I can consider all of this in many ways but what I write about here is the spiritual landscape that I see as I walk from the shadows into the light. It is in considering all of this, as I do, that I can dismiss it. In recognizing the structure and habit of negative thought, as being separate from who I am, I see these Satans working to make permanent negative trajectories and conditions. When I see it is their agenda that I have enabled, letting it go becomes a simpler task and I can separate influence from action in the subtle recesses of my existence.

Tomorrow, another Satan to betray. Betrayal is their craft and it is in observing them that the darkness and shadow they rely on is vacated. Our contract with them depends on our ignorance. Ignorance is the coin that assures their presence and withholding it betrays our agreement with them.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2013

The Four Faces of Azkeel

It is nice to be writing again and it seems I have found a new vein of ore to exploit, something to keep me writing for at least a few days. Satans. Stumbling on this topic it is easy to see why I have been at a loss for words. The shadowy darkness we share with Satans obscures perception and it is my association with them that is calling for attention. While some of us may pursue association with Satans, most fall in with them accidentally. Such has been my fate. Now that I see them, it is easy to understand the nature of my difficulties. There has been a certain stubbornness to my difficulties of late and Satans would certainly explain that. They thrive in darkness and shadow making it easy to remain ignorant of them while being embroiled in their influence.

I do not know that Satans exist outside of temporal realities and I have long suspected that we created them. I also wonder if their appearance is subjective or if they are all able to rotate their appearance. Is there some element of choice that allows them to appear in any one of the five forms that I recognize as Satanic. Perhaps I will have a more settled understanding when I have finished exploring the influence they represent in my life today. Today I will write about Azkeel.

Azkeel is an annoying presence. He is pressed tight against my person but knowing he is there I am able to recognize him. To see him. He is trying to hide in the shadow that my ignorance has provided for him. All Satans are able to wield a very intimate influence by confusing us. They corrupt our thoughts, feelings and sensibilities. We confuse their influence as originating without them. We begin to think that the way they are is how we are, all the while imagining they are not there, due to our ignorance.

Azkeel, as he appears to me today, has a barbed tail, is holding what appears to be a trident and looks as if he has horns on his head. He does not have horns on his head but he does have four faces and only shows one at a time. It is the profile of the faces he is not showing that gives the illusion of horns. He is a liar and a master of rational thought. He never stops talking but is so quiet that we think his speech is our own thought. He talks in circles that make sense, if we challenge him he quickly shows a new face and continues to weave his rational poison.

That is Azkeel, he is not happy and he makes a difficult companion. All Satans are able to achieve a closeness that lets us deny that they are even there. We consider our self the way that serves them. We blame ourselves and others for this, ignoring the constant persuasion of our shadowy companion.

Relations with Satans do not happen accidentally. We need to invite them, to give them permission. As soon as we do we grant them ignorance and pretend they are not there. It is all part of the bargain, our agreement with them. There are many ways to dissolve these agreements and I am doing it by writing about them. Violating the part of my agreement that is ignorance and exposing them. They protest and work to re-engage me but so long as I stand where I can see them they have no option except to retreat to shadow and darkness as I continue on my way without them.

One way we find ourselves in these shadowy relations is by poor choice. We get into a relationship, or a situation, that we feel is difficult and beyond our control. That creates the shadows where these things hide. They then begin the work of establishing the conditions that will give them longevity. They can not do this without us. We do all the work, they just persuade us. They are not to be feared, only recognized, as we walk away from them and reclaim the grace intended for us.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2013

Samyaza Master of Darkness

I have not gone away but there are times that I have nothing to write. Today, I will write of Samyaza. He is an unhappy sort and he will not let that go. He is miserable and misery loves company. It seems I have been keeping this miserable one company and that has been my plague. There is but one thing that rids him, forgiveness, but he does not want it. He will not have it. It is just as well, it is not for him, it is for me. When I have it he goes away because he does not want it and will not have it.

Samyaza is a Satan. I can see him now but they prefer to be unseen. They live in shadows and darkness, never in the light. Only when we realize they exist, and let them go, do we glimpse them as we pass into light. Samyaza is a Satan, who, will not let go. He is all hands. He has the appearance of a star but instead of tongues of fire and light, he emanates darkness. It is hands everywhere, holding tight and never letting go.

Are Satans imaginary? They are in this respect; we imagine we do not see them and that is the darkness that we share with them.

I have three guardians that watch over me, Uriel, the guardian of abundance, Phanuel, the guardian of providence and Sarakiel, the guardian of fate. I have been asking them to guide me and help me. I have known these three for some time but my sight of them is as a memory. Since I accidentally rekindled my acquaintance with Samyaza, my visual recognition of Angles has been compromised. Thankfully I did have a sustained and gratifying association with Angles prior to my fall from grace. That experience has been an oasis of confidence, like a mirage in a difficult landscape.

Falling in with Satans is as an envelope of darkness and Angels do not walk there. You can not see them in darkness. The way Samyaza binds us to darkness is easy to understand. For me, I fell into what I considered to be a great difficulty. It overwhelmed me and ruined my life. Had I considered this differently, Samyaza would not have found me and made me his companion. I was unable to avoid old habits of thought and darkness seeped back into my life. You see, I did not always walk with Angels.

None of this is bad or good as much as it just is. For me, I don’t know that I would have started this blog, if not for Samyaza. The blog is my method of working my way back into the light. To walk again with my Angelic friends. I miss them so and I have long-expected that my destiny is to share my walk with humanity. To bring the spiritual world and the temporal world to the same place. There is nothing in my world that does not revolve around that gravity. I can not escape it. All of my joy all of my rage, it comes from my sense of destiny and my struggle with it. This gravity, my sense of destiny, has brought me all of my rage and every success. All by the fickle nature of choice.

This is my life. My spiritual life, I write about it here. How about you, how is your spiritual life? Mine is good but only when my choices are good. It is just that simple.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2013

Now, The Wormhole

As humans we cause reality. We are one humanity comprised of individual shards, unwell due to false limitations that reproduce replicas of our prior poor example. Because we are shards, pieces of a whole, we communicate. Wanting restoration, completion.

There is small value in private spirituality, it can grow into a greater value but privately, it is no more than seed. Even as seed we marvel at its value, what it might be if allowed to grow. Key to this growth, this greater value, is communication. As we communicate reality takes form. We make agreements creating possibility. For the most part this discussion takes place in the background of our mind and we ignore it. Ignorance does not curb our creativity, diminish our authority, it only causes injury to our reality. Through ignorance we discard our responsibility and imagine outside influences are at play shaping, forming possibility. They are not. We are responsible.

As I forge reality communication builds a place. A structure suitable for proof. And what would I prove? Nothing. There is nothing to prove. Proof belongs to itself, it is evidence of itself. I work to make an example of the way things are. To communicate it. In doing this work, communication, a community takes form. This causes an actual place, a structure. The community, by communication, forms the structure and its dimension. I have built this sort of thing before and so I know something about it. In the past it was entirely spiritual, today, the charge is to build it in the temporal world. To build a spiritual structure using temporal components.

I have no experience doing this but having built similar structures, without temporal components, I have an idea and that is beginning to take form. The place already exists and it is little more than alignments that reveal it. What I choose to think, what I choose to do, creates those alignments. The habit of thought is the most crucial component, it spawns all else.

I need to be comfortable with this, to let go and be there. That creates a template for manifestation and in turn spawns communication. The communication creates a place for reality take form and prove what needs no proof. The way things are. The secret to all of this is magic. The illusive wormhole of lore. It has a name. When we let go of everything we are left only with what is, we are no longer lost in the past or plotting the change we want to see. In choosing to let go, we actually get to do it. All of the crap, we hold on to, instead of letting go, well it shows up as a constant temptation. Once we have settled this score and actually let it all go, we are left only with what is. Providence alone dictates our fate and we are free to choose our recognizable destiny. To be here now and to do only what is asked of us, what is best. The wormhole is now. It is the magic and our singular appointment if we choose to keep it.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2013

A Wardrobe For Our Soul

The soul lives without flesh. It is timeless and every mystery is dissolved in its presence. The soul longs to walk among us, to be one of us, to be flesh. Some believe that the ego is the enemy of the soul, that for divine living, the ego must be defeated. I see no path that leads in that direction. The soul desires no conflict and knows no enemy. It is in surrendering the ego to the soul, not in defeat, but as a gift, that the soul becomes flesh.

The soul can not be saved. It is the soul that does the saving. Living outside of time and space, it has nothing to lose. It is salvation.

Our ego belongs to flesh. The ego is about what we are, how we are, but not who. Who, is the soul, and the collection of ego, that together is humanity, is as a wardrobe for the soul. The soul has interest in a suitable ego and when it finds one, surrender keeps its promise and divinity is known.

We are not in conflict with our soul but when we are conflicted we fashion a reality separate from our soul. It is a false reality. That does not mean it is not real, it is just conflicted and conflict is unsuitable for the soul. If we are to know peace, in this world, we must surrender ego, to soul. Our ego is not intended for permanence, that is our soul. It is in surrendering that the ego knows permanence through acquaintance with its soul.

Today, as I sift through my existence, the texture of my disposition, my restlessness, I have made these observations about the soul. It seems to me that ego is given but one task, to surrender itself, as a gift, to the soul. That old dog, my ego, does not know this trick. I do believe I am learning the lesson and expect to one day flip the switch. At any rate I am busy being schooled in something and the lesson has kept me from writing but I am still here. I expect to learn my lesson. I will keep you posted.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2013

No Traditional Path

Human spirituality is my basket and God is its handle. A boundlessness that accommodates every possible concern. I feel good sharing my spirituality, my thoughts of God and our spiritual nature. A calm and ease is seeping into my life. It is due to my decision to bring my spirituality into the open. To make public my spiritual life. I expect that casualness, that is calm and ease, to unleash my creativity.

For whatever reason, I am a mystic. I always have been. I came to understand I am this way in my middle teens. I did not receive the news well and I decided to break my life. Oh the joys of youth. I was not satisfied to break it just once and I managed to ruin my life four times. All because I did not want to be what I am. A mystic. I have no other drive, my sense of mysticism encompasses my whole life. Everything I have to do. I knew then, as I know now, I would have to acknowledge my mysticism in a public way. I also knew that I had no traditional path. I could not look to others to find my way. No teachers, no books, just walk the walk. Providence alone would guide my way. Well here I am.

What will I do with my life now that I have discarded my self-imposed taboo and replaced my outrage with approval? What will I learn about human spirituality now that I have decided that I will live openly as a spiritual person?

The life I might have had, as a young man, that choice, has been restored. The gift that was success, by the circumstance of my birth, is offering me a second chance. To choose the life that was before me then, instead of the mess I made. The difficulties I built into my life have been with me a long time and are like an old friend. This kind of familiarity lends itself to permanence and a certain delicacy is needed to let it go. As I take up my promise, making my best choice, my gifts begin to take form. I am who I am but I have yet to do what I am about to do, what I have always refused to do. Much like this stuff I write, I will find out what those gifts are capable of as they present themselves.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2013

The False Prophet

The name of Christ will be restored, it belongs only to Christ. Much has been said about Jesus Christ by those who never knew him. They tell a grand story, making great claims on his behalf. It begins with his mother, a woman, so pure that even God could not resist her and she gave birth to God’s son, Jesus. This man, Jesus, was in turn, no ordinary man, he was God. Being human we each can be certain of one thing, no man is God. All men are ordinary and Jesus was a man. We know this because a woman gave him birth. He taught us what ordinary men are capable of. He is not the only one and Christ will return. If you would know the true story of Jesus then know Christ, not the stories others tell about Christ.

It is an insult to the legacy of Jesus to suggest he was other than human.

I suspect many have known Christ in their lifetimes but not all are called to do what Jesus did. It is sad that we have taken the life and actions, of this man, Jesus, and reduced them to a fanciful tale we know is not true. A story we can not believe except by faith. We do not need faith to know God, to know Christ, we only need to ‘be’ and choose their acquaintance. This secret is known by each of us. It is an understanding we can not escape although we are free to ignore it. Mostly that is what we do, creating a fiction we call reality.

The fictional life of Jesus Christ is false and those who repeat it are false prophets. Have confidence and find your strength. Walk the path that Jesus did and you will know Christ.

It is this action of knowing Christ that tells the truth that Jesus knew. It seems there are different degrees, or appointments, in our acquaintance with Christ, ranging from ignorance/denial to full-blown companionship. A state where Christ makes an appearance as a person, a human being that anyone might know. It seems that Jesus was that Christ. Clearly few are called to do this but I believe this is what he did and I am confidant someone else will do the same. That was his message, the lesson, the example of his life.

What of the of the power of faith, of faith in Jesus? The good works done through faith and faiths ability to affect us. Faith is a mask for confidence  It pretends to be confidence but confidence has no need of it. For a healthier mind, and relationship with God, skip the faith and let all of your confidence rest with God. Make no claim on God’s behalf. Allow for naught and then God can present God’s self, as God is, or as God is naught. It is alright. What threat could you be to God and any God worth knowing is no threat to you.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2013