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

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

The Way The Truth and The Light

Justice. The first gift of compassion is justice. Compassion simply knows no prejudice or boundary. Its status is; Always enough. It can not be exhausted. The gift of justice is truth but without compassion truth is the needle in the haystack. The gift of truth is light and we see as things actually are. Justice without truth lets us tell our self what we want to be true. The gift of light is who we are. Outside of the light there are only shadows and we only know ‘how’ we are.

In all of this compassion is the key, forgiveness is the gate and then we are able to see. This is the way the truth and the light. It is the path to spiritual living. It is my path and I have no place to go except to be there. It is easy to be distracted by shadows and give them chase. When we do, we fall from grace and in our concern about how we are, who gets lost. I am not sure if I can bring who I am into full realization but there are stories of people who have. I have been a confusion of reluctance and certainty in this regard. Except for the encouragement of lore there is no guide to do this. Stories of others, just like you or I, who have done it. For some reason I have always felt this is what I have to do. That certainty, historically, has stirred strong emotion and that has never helped. My tendency is to be angry that I should see things, believe as I do. That is a tiresome position that I hope to wear out or just walk away from.

Of course I doubt. That is of little help and as a shadow to give chase. Except for this notion that I have to do this I would have taken a different path long ago and had a very different life. I have never been able to shake this certainty, this sense of what I have to do. It is what drives me. When I am angry about it or otherwise distracted, it never takes me to a good place.

Who are you? What drives you?

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2013

What Next

It is one of those mornings when I know I have something to write and no idea what it might be. It is seven a.m. on Wednesday April Third and looking at the computer for two hours has produced only this observation, I have no idea except to write. By the time anyone reads this at least one more morning will have been spent. I have no idea where this is headed.

I am torn between the life I am living and something more fulfilling. I believe my interest in mysticism, the work I invest in it, has a tangible purpose, a net worth that in itself it represents success and I expect that success to manifest in all areas of my life. I await a revelation as to what it looks like. It seems that I could just step into it, as if it were a simple choice. I am confident of this means and yet I find myself at work doing what I imagined would only sustain me, temporarily, while I managed my investment and commitment to a more durable life choice. My spiritual life, our spiritual life. If spirit has value surely it produces results. Where are they? I expect my spirit-walk to find success. I have no inclination to market spirituality. Certainly the world has enough of that and it seems to me a fraud. I can not sell my spirit and have it retain its value. It is its own worth and that value, if it truly exists, must clothe me with the success I seek. That is what makes it true. There is some profound observation that completes my puzzle, something profound only because without it there is no completion. A simple observation, acknowledgement, of what is already obvious.

I am so finished with the work that has filled my time for the purpose of income that I actually hate it, not the work, but that I am still doing it. That is unhealthy. I have worked, and continue to work, to fix that. It seems that I am actually finished with what I have always considered a temporary occupation, I have exhausted its time and purpose. That makes moving on the only way to cure my ill. To end my hate. But how? Everything I have done to repair it leaves the hate intact. That is new territory for me. My efforts to address the issue have only concentrated it. I did set out to do just that, and now that I have, I am left the question of what to do.

All of the goals I set for myself I have reached. Goals preparatory by design. Things I felt I needed to do to ready myself. If I no longer need to prepare myself, if I am prepared, what then to do? It must be obvious. Why am I not doing whatever it is that is this difference, that is no longer temporary but rather what I have prepared myself to do?

I have allowed myself two options as a mystic. To accept my mystical sensibilities as tolerable and pursue life as a mystic, was first, my concession. To stop punishing myself for being mystic. Once I made that choice I was free to explore the possibilities. I rationalized that my life would be enriched by my mystic pursuit in one of two ways. It would prove to be a complete waste of time or it would bear fruit. Well it has been plenty fruitful. Even as I work to understand how to create, or discover, this transition, the obvious passage that can only be where I am, my skills are apparent. The stress is eating me alive, very painful. Feels as if I have a few knives in my neck and upper back, the sites of rather serious injuries I knew some decades past.  If I spend a few minutes considering the cause of my immediate stress I can identify it and in a moment diminish my discomfort by 80%, or more. It keeps coming back but this has long been my method of wellness. I have restored and managed my good health in this manner for decades. I suspect that it is time to take this to a new level, something less private, but how? I feel that if I did that my pain would pass. That the healing is not intended for me and if I let it go it will find its own way. My way will we be revealed. The success that awaits me only asks that I would come along and take a walk with it.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2013