Secular Reality / Mystical Sensibility

Why mysticism? I abandoned religion long ago and am confident that secular considerations of our common good are more forgiving, more accommodating, than religion can hope to be. It is the secular influence that has tempered religious overreach and opened the communal mind to progress. After all, Abraham’s God is not nice. The followers of this God, believe nearly every person who ever lived will be awarded an unbearable suffering so severe that its horror can only be known by endless misery. There will be a final judgement by which the whole of humanity, save the chosen few, gets eternal damnation in Hell. Wow. No thanks, I will accept no favor from such a God.

My consideration of God has no room for Hell. In Hell’s absence, Heaven is without purpose. It does not exist as it is bound to hell by the mutual bearing of Abraham’s God.

Not believing in Abraham’s God does not dissuade me from belief in, or devotion to, God. Rather, it lends legitimacy my mystical sensibility. To go forth and see for myself. To trust God to be as God is and for that to be apparent. That is the whole crux of mysticism, to discover what is on its own terms without prejudice.

I have considered creation and it seems apparent that the only time anything ever happens is now, that renders the past and the future as the same. We carry the past with us into the future. Now holds the entirety of the past, the future, and every imaginable possibility. It is the wormhole. It is creation. What we choose and what we think have creative authority, an authority mostly governed by a repetition of ignorance. The fact that anything exists, and the way it exists, is evidence of God. Consciousness – awareness – sentience, actually exist, and that has far-reaching implications. Intelligence. What isn’t intelligent? Intelligence is an inescapable wheel constantly turning in every known thing. The atoms and their moving parts give the illusion of matter, presenting seemingly solid form from what we know is not solid, but rather, an energetic construct that creates the illusion.

All of this represents and is evidence of God. I see no evidence of a cruel demanding God but rather one of endless generosity. All of this exists, it only exists now, and now is constant. We can only go where we already are and we can only go there now. Now is all there is. Now is God.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2015

The Room With No Door

As a child, I knew, what the adults in my life imagined were imaginary friends. As an adult, I have had young children introduce me to their ‘imaginary’ experience. One such event stands out. At the time I was working with a crystal ball. It has been my experience that quartz often collects energy but this piece shed energy. It was very energetic but did not collect energetic imprints. I was visiting family and staying in a home with a toddler who had yet to learn to talk. She enjoyed playing with the ball and we played with it together. While doing this she was able to communicate with me. Completely nonverbal. Very cool. She wanted to know if I could see what she could see and she introduced me to a wild, very active, group of quite small energies. Like a bunch of tiny persons who were non-terrestrial, or at least, had no physical form. She clearly wanted to see if I would acknowledge their existence and I did. I have been unable to reach a determination as to what they were.

The child I mentioned is now a young woman, and while very imaginative, she has no recollection of her ‘imaginary’ childhood acquaintances.

What is it that separates us from this childhood reality that seems so common? Might this childhood experience be spiritual and might these spirits expect us to remember them, for us to invite them to join us as adults? I think they are and they do. It is as if we leave them in another room and then build a new house without that room. There is a casual joyful happiness that children often have that is uncommon in the adult world we make for ourselves. I think there is a relationship between the spiritual experience of young children and their often casual sense of joy and happiness. We are forgetful and we tend to leave both of these dispositions in our early childhood, usually forgetting we ever were this way and unable to remember the way. To replicate it as adults. Why?

I think much of it is cultural. Here in the west we conquered the shamanistic, earth-based, spiritual practices of our ancestors. Often with extreme brutality. We tend not to value personal spiritual experience and instead expect a socially centralized compartment for our spiritual concerns. We expect that our spiritual life is best-managed by others. That some authority, outside of our self, is in charge. We expect that we need the guidance and intervention of others to be spiritually content. We assign our spiritual well-being to false authorities, someone other than our self. I don’t know that if shamanistic sensibilities had won the day, that our spiritual concerns would be less centralized. None-the-less, western culture diminishes the importance of personal spiritual experience and places spiritual authority outside of personal experience. We are expected to rely on an external groupthink authority. We think the truth can be written down and fixed in place. Words, written or otherwise, can only hope to convey a thought or a feeling and are neither. Truth, to be of actionable value, needs to be personally experienced. It is the message that is not spoken or written down. Words allude to it but it makes itself understood.

How do we bring, into our distracted reality, a more comprehensive understanding of reality? As adults, we dismiss what we consider to be imaginary childhood experience. Having long ago dismissed, and forgotten, our own experience, as well as how to recover it, we enforce this norm against our children. It is an obvious act of ignorance, to dismiss such a common experience as being, not only imaginative, but also make-believe. We might first accept that it is an experience that is very common. These are real experiences but what is the cause? Do we generate the experience or is it a straight forward observation of what does exist? It has been my personal observation that it is both. Much of this spiritual realm, we create, by having been imbued with creative authority. The charge we are given, the charge I believe I am given, is to create a state that is suitable for my soul. To create a gravity, of my temporal being, that attracts the spirit that is my soul, a more durable representation of awareness, sentiency, being and existence. A truer me. It is this spiritual expression, my soul, that would have me invite it to be me. It wants to walk as I do in the company of men and women. The temporal person, I have created, to walk in the company of men and women, feels threatened, after all, what is it when flesh blood and bone are returned to dust? This anxiety, generated by our brief appearance as terrestrial lifeforms, is then as an armor that shields us from our soul. We feel threatened.

I am beginning to think that the path to the mountaintop is happiness. To restore the happiness that embraced me as a young child. This happiness resides in the same place that I knew as a child. It is not so much a memory to restore as it is a place to return to. Its residence is not fixed to time and it waits for us to return, or to create, the gravity by which it is known.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2014

Growing Spirituality

What if, of what makes up what is, there is sentient, cognizant, aware, intelligent existence expressing the existence of sentiency, cognition, awareness and intelligence that is just a basic part of what is, of existence? That these qualities simply exist and that in addition to our experience, as physiologic life, purer examples, unfettered by temporal constraints, inhabit existence. What if of this there is a God entity? A gravity of these qualities and of this gravity a community of beings whose forms are independent of physiology. Unconstrained by time and space. What if we have a soul that is like that? Would that explain anything? Make sense? If it is so, and I like think it is, these beings know us. At least I think they do and I have had experiences that are supportive of my considerations.

This community would then be something we are a part of and our history is full of anecdotal accounts of its existence. I make such an account.

In my personal experience, involvement with the likes of these has reward. In my experience, to be with them in a cognizant state of shared awareness, requires, a certain calm and ease, a place of acceptance that is its own reward. Additionally, these are beings who are endowed with attributes, capabilities, functionality. They can be and are of profound assistance. That has been my personal experience, anecdotal as it may be. The most frightening experiences of my life have also involved these kind of ‘entities’ for lack of another word. They are transparent yet able to make an introduction and presentation that will not be ignored. That can be unsettling. Idiosyncrasy of thought, of mind, of subtle disposition seem to be an instrumental gravity by which cognitive awareness of this sort of presence is realized, or rather, appreciated.

I believe that these kinds of relationships are key to my happiness and success in life. I have no other incentive to pursue these concerns. Beyond a doubt, as an adult, I was my happiest and most content when these relationships flourished. At that time, I was careful to be guarded about my spiritual community of transparent entities, at least I like to think so. Many people have similar interests and I know many people. I have shared these experiences in a way that I imagined to be selective.

We choose our gravity. All of our considerations are then filtered as gravity does what gravity does; collect. It is in this way we find ourself in the midst of what I call providence. We are never given a different task but are always free to choose, if and when, we will do it. This is central to everything we can and will do. Our entire experience is the product of this single omnipresent opportunity. Around it we create the experience that is reality. It puzzles me that we choose to ignore the presence of these transparent entities. Ignorance has a gravity and when we choose it, it creates. Creativity, I think, is our only authority.

Proof. Do I imagine that I would prove all of this? No. I have no such hope and would consider it to be an exercise of folly. I write of personal experience. Anyone who would have such an experience is free to do it themselves and the incentives to do so are infinite, constant, everywhere. I only look to make myself comfortable with my own experience and to make that example in the open. To simply live the life I am drawn to. I am doing it. Writing about experience I have had and expecting the once rich spiritual experience I knew to return. I do expect that being spirituality open, vulnerable, will be a different experience. I expect it will be a more profound experience.

Will this tree bear fruit? Yes it will. Like you, I will have to wait and see just what that fruit is. One thing is certain, without the planting of seed, there is no fruit, and I have been planting seed.

Micheal, The Mystic Tourist ©2014

An Empty Promise; Fulfillment

As I take my spirit walk, working to reconcile my temporal nature with something more complete, something spiritual, I write. I rarely have an idea other than to write and I discover the content of my work just as you do when you read it. When I am not writing content for this blog, I am still writing, writing what could only be helpful to me. I do write plenty of social-political content and that all winds up, for the most part, on Facebook. I love to write. I realized, by way of my awkward writing ritual, that I needed to be very direct about my relationship with God. To write of it here on my blog.

What is this God? How do I explain God? Certainly much of my blog answers these questions and yet I have come to believe that being more forthright is required if I am to grow into my appointment, the elimination of potential by way of realizing it. Writing as the Tourist I have hoped to avoid building a box and calling it God. It is not our place to define God. God self-represents and so definition is needless. Pointless. The definitions we have given God have created God. A God in our image and likeness, a false God.

To my mind, It seems that cognition, sentiency, awareness, being, the ability to appreciate experience, are as is everything else of which yourself, myself, everything is comprised. I believe that these conditions are independent of physiology. That like everything else that is, they are. My temporal form is not required and these qualities are manifest in its absence. I believe in creation. I believe it is what is. It is the only thing that ever happens, it is constant and perpetual, infinite. There is no end to it or beginning. Without it nothing exists and every, any possibility, is known because of it. We are imbued with its authority and that greater authority is of God, or perhaps, God also is of that authority, yet we are not the greater authority. I believe, that of the ability to be self-aware, there is what is like, but is not a human person , and that it is God. That, God existence, would know us and would that we would know it. It seems a person might empty their self in such a way as to be with God and I have spent my life swinging back and forth between thinking I will make this discovery, or not be bothered. I am always pressed with the urgency of this decision and it dominates my life. I have found that I am happiest when I pursue it. I spent twelve years being outraged; I thought it was outrageous that I should be dominated by such sensibilities as a sense of devotion to God.

Ego is the fundamental challenge in knowing God. Perhaps God has no ego. Ego is not inclined to be empty, it wants to be full as well as to fill the circumstance that is its place. The emptiness that is, can not be filled, and ego then makes the effort to fill it a waste of its time. You can take nothing with you when your time is spent. There is a desperation in that and ego is keen to express it.

Some spiritually minded people believe the ego must be defeated, destroyed, if enlightenment or spiritual fulfillment is to be realized. I do not. I believe it must be reconciled with origin and destination, to be in a state of approval, contentment, of satisfaction. To be without want, content with what is. Poverty nor wealth matter. The law is of abundance and all conditions support it. When we let go of everything that fails to fulfill us we are left with what does.

Such is my consideration in matters of being with God. There is no possibility of making this an accomplishment and that is difficult for the ego. The ego must reach a state of acceptance, of letting what is be and of being what is. To abandon the effort of making more of it or making ruin of it. Either posture is that of ownership which we all know is naught. We leave life as we found it taking nothing but rather we give to it. We give what we have created as that is our only authority.

When I think of fulfillment, as a human temporal presence, I look to be divine. To be what is incarnate, as well as what animates us and yet is not incarnate. An awareness of self that precedes and succeeds the brevity of my so-called life.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2014

God Is Not A Mystery

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Secular Mysticism; Faithless Confidence in God.

When I write that I am without faith, I am being specific. I am without religious faith. My faith is of a secular nature and is a confidence entirely and only in God. I believe in God. My life is dominated by God. I trust no dogma concerning God. No God I would care to know needs an intermediary and those who claim God does, implied or otherwise, are undeserving of my trust in this regard.

This God, whom I claim is my singular devotion, who is this God? I consider that God is inescapable. Even if God is naught, then that is the God that can not be escaped. It is not possible to remove yourself from the experience that is God and so I think God would know each of us personally. Directly, without intermediary, so I know God. We all do.

Like all people, influence runs roughshod over my life experience. I consider the influence that fills my life to be born of Providence, that is to say, it is directed by God, and through my devotion to God, this is how it has shaped me.  I am a Taoist, not because I have studied it but because that is the nature of my life. I live that way. I was raised a Christian under the auspices of Catholicism. I believe Jesus was as I am because that is the only Jesus that makes sense to me. Time alone, is what separates me from Jesus and so we are the same. He made an example of how any person might live. That was his purpose, his example and expectation of me. I do not believe the words, of others, who tell me who and how he is. I am confident that whatever he did, the same might be expected of any of us and so I live as if it is.

Did God create me? I believe God gave me permission to create myself and there is expectation in that gift, an obligation, or appointment to be kept. Only in keeping my appointment do I stand with God. I have not always been keen on keeping my appointment but I am making the effort again. I think that what each of us is capable of is largely ignored, and I, have a history of taking that as a personal insult, of being angry. The world we live in, the way things seem, we create. We are imbued with creative authority. We each use this authority, collectively for the most part, pretending all the while that we do not. This would be our primary, or original sin, ignorance, and the message Jesus endeavored to teach us. We are as he was and that is made clear because a woman gave him birth. There is no mystery in that.

What do I think of the stories that tell us Jesus performed miracles? I think they are stories. I do not believe in miracles. I believe if Jesus did, what people call miracles, that it was an example of our true nature. An example to emulate. Something that he considered ordinary, something anyone might do and so he did. He set aside his ignorance and the denial it creates. With that out-of-the-way he behaved as anyone else might, or, it is just a story. Fiction. The truth concerning this can be known, not as an exercise of sophistication, but rather as a matter of acquaintance. Knowledge, in matters spiritual, absolute truth and the like, is always by acquaintance and never by sophistication. The Tree of Knowledge is known for its sinful fruit, usually referred to as good and evil, but I have come to understand the fruit of this poisonous tree to be right and wrong. Right implies ownership which always corrupts the true nature of knowledge which is always, as a matter of truth, merely acquaintance. Right also creates wrong, it must because it does not exist without it. That is the nature of the Tree of Knowledge whose seed is ignorance. You can also read of the Tree of Knowledge in the Book of Genesis. I would not recommend it but as a reference I mention it.

It has been some time since I have added to my blog, not that I have not been busy, I write daily. Writing is a tool for my personal growth. It is always personal and at times unsuitable for publication. Of late that has been the nature of my writing, unsuitable for publication. I seem to have been taking a spiritual inventory that can serve only me. I hope to be back to The Mystic Tourist and wherever it leads now that I have made this contribution. We shall see. For a blog post this one is considerably longer than I prefer and so I will leave you with an apology for that and my hope to make regular, yet brief, contributions as we go forward.

Micheal, The Mystic Tourist ©2014

Solomons Key and The Kundalini

Winning the lottery. Tonight’s Mega Millions Jackpot is $99,000,000. The lump-sum payout is about $26,900,000, after taxes, and that works out to just under $10,000,000 when divided by three. When I play the lottery, I plan on winning, and giving two-thirds of it away. I know that $10,000,000 is more than I will need to live and pursue my interests. I do not always play. I wait until it is in excess of $60,000,000 and even then I do not necessarily play. It has been some time since I have bothered and if it gets too big, I lose interest. It is not about the money.

I have always thought, why not the lottery? Even when I was young it seemed the obvious way to succeed. Beyond that, I came to believe I would win, even when there was no lottery, and, in the twenty-eight years of the lottery, I have not won. I still believe, and so, occasionally I play.

In science we know that light travels at a known speed. This allows us to look into the past, at least in so far as the our solar system and the universe are concerned. The future is very predictable. Things grow, it’s predictable. Things move, it’s predictable. We plan for war, it’s predictable. There will be a drought, it’s predictable and on and on. People imagine things, and predictably, create them. When I consider winning the lottery I think there is a way to see it beforehand. How? I work with metaphysics and spirituality. These areas of expertise are plagued and fraught with subtlety. When the subtle structure is true, there is clarity, perception, understanding and passage.

We can consider our human condition similarly to light. We can see into the past and the future is predictable. An individual is not alone and none of us are separated from the past or the future. Both tenses are entirely present in the moment and all of humanity is represented in each of us. All who will be and all who have been. This is where subtlety, for me, is most vexing. We are all creative and constantly creating, none of us do this alone. How then does a person realize the integrity of personal authority and create accordingly? After all, the creative collective of humanity is at best chaotic and that is our creative environment. How do we set aside the chaos and restore clarity? It would seem that with clarity chaos is naught. What appears to be chaotic is an illusion, albeit one that we tend to be trapped in and work to perpetuate.

There can be no separation between chaotic creativity and creative clarity, we are one community. Out of the apparent chaos, the community gives rise to creative clarity, much as an individual rises up within their person to find clarity, success. Metaphysically, spiritually I look at this using the template of the Kundalini. I have studied the Kundalini, as a metaphysical, spiritual tool, at length. It is what I call a mysticism, in other words, I have not read about it. Mysticism for me springs from providence and is entirely empirical. My understanding of the chakras, and the Kundalini, is from personal experience. I have flipped through a picture book and read, at best, a few hundred words on the subjects. Additionally, I believe there are such things as mystical keys. The one I am drawn to is the Key of Solomon. I believe I know what it is and fundamentally how it works. The center pillar of the key is the Kundalini. When the Kundalini is realized, it is as a pillar that supports a temple the centermost part of which is the Key of Solomon. It is an actually place and a way to be. It is clarity and the magic that has long been attributed to it is a myth. That is of course because it is no more magical than everything else we do. Everything we do is magic. It is our nature.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2013

Spiritual Awakening

My ability to be independent, free and resourceful, unburdened by the hand of restraint, has found a new lease. I have renewed my commitment to opportunity, restoring possibility to my sight. It had been beyond my sight, a distant horizon and all I needed was to stand. Easier said than done. The burden that pulled me down did so incrementally. Employing just the moment; persistent, constant, unnoticed. The product of my long-held betrayal of self, now informs me. These burdens always collect in the lower chakras and when they pull us down, we establish norms and habits that perpetuate and reinforce their permanence. The lower chakras are, at best, poorly lit.

Back in 1981 I came to believe I would win a lottery in California and that would be the means of my financial security. Not very helpful. There was no lottery in California at that time, only the constant talk of, maybe, someday. Idle chatter across the populace. In 1984 the voters of the state passed proposition 37 and on October 3 1985 the first drawing was held. I am still confident that I will win the darn thing, but not by some luck. There is a way to understand it. To be honest I would rather have some different notion than imagine that such a thing is possible and that I should pursue it. I do not waste much time or money on it. I only play if the jackpot is in excess of 60 million dollars and then I buy three identical tickets so I can easily give most of it away. In the meantime I pursue more traditional career paths. That is not working out very well either. The cost of living has outpaced my means.

Today I am able to be open about my mystical sensibilities without hedging against the hostile intentions of an intimate acquaintance. I have managed to restore myself spiritually and expose myself in the process. I suppose that is some sort of notable benchmark. I wonder if it is? I have long suspected that my overall success was tied, first to my spiritual life and secondly to living spiritually publicly. I am pretty sure I have restored my spiritual posture and I have done that very publicly. Now I shall see if I can walk the walk. If I can it is a Brave New World because I have not done it before.

I believe the world is magical and we are magical beings. That nothing happens any other way. It is the norm, the way things are, what we are doing all the time. Call it creation if you will and that we are creative. This belief leaves me with one incentive; to live that way. It is the way I live.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2013