All Deception Fails in The Light of Truth

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

Well, not exactly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Michael, The Mystic Tourist © 2018

The Better Angles

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Michael, The Mystic Tourist © 2018

Living the Life of Christ

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

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

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

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

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

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

Explain Wim Huff.

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

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

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

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

Micheal, The Mystic Tourist © 2018

The Fog of Time

Divine living is the idea that a better representation of being can be realized. A more complete expression of awareness. We can not deny the fact that we exist. We imagine ourselves to be independent of others. I do not know that we are. We have an independence of person as individual people, but existence and awareness seem to be of a singular quality. This singularity is implied by existence itself.

We exist, yet without awareness, there is no existence and these two give rise to being.

Living beings are imbued with awareness of existence. Being, awareness and existence seem variables of a whole. Interdependent functions of a greater singularity. As human beings we imagine a beginning and an end, yet only ever experience now. Awareness, existence and being, sustain each other in the eternal embrace of now. Now neither begins nor ends, it is the gravity of eternity from which there is no escape.

Being, awareness and existence, exist now, and that implies an eternal presence.

The people we are exist in a framework of time to which we attach ourselves. We imagine and do spread ourselves across a past and future expanse, but only experience now. It is this past and future distraction, from now, that prevents divine expression. Divine expression incorporates the temporal reality, as an example and expression of the eternal reality.

As living beings emanating from a singular source, we none-the-less have the impression of independence. This is coupled with the beginning and end sensibility so pronounced in our shared experience. In that there is no beginning or end to now, and at no time past or future will anything ever happen, everything housed between the bookends of beginning and end, is fiction. That does, it would seem, include our person in as much as we define it within that frame. This fiction would then be for the observation of our eternal being.

As a singularity that imagines its self as a community of independent selves, we remain connected by our singular nature. The connective tissue of this is spirit. Spirit is what animates us and we are animated by countless spirits. These spirits are known and shared. Just as we obscure now and ignore it, we ignore these spirit influences and imagine them as fiction, or in some other way, distant from us. Untenable variables, even if we think some validity is their due.

Not to be dismissive of life as simply an imagination, a false construct made of some fiction we call time, it is more than that. It is our shared responsibility.

We exist, we are aware and we are animated by spirit. This implies that there is some spirit that is also eternal. Spirit is known to exist. Being is an animated experience and it is spirit that animates it.

In looking to demonstrate human life as a divine expression, I find myself in a fog of spiritual chaos. The spirits I encounter go largely ignored by everyone I know. This does not diminish our mutual awareness and spiritual complicity, only that we exercise this condition in ignorance.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist © 2018

The Gravity of Now

The future. We design our expectations of life, projecting from our experience and capabilities, into the opportunities that our circumstance allows. We consider this a progression of time. A past distinct from a future. It seems to me, that the past and the future, being made entirely of each other, are actually the same thing caught in the gravity of now. It is our determination of things past and future, as being independent of each other, instead of dependent pieces inseparable from each other, that traps us in conflict. Imagining what is naught, as being what is, is conflict.

Everything that exists, represents success, by the fact of its existence. Conflict and success are mutually exclusive. The mere fact of existence, being an obvious success, tells us that conflict is imagined. That it is independent, divorced from the fact of existence. It is imagined.

By our determination to imagine our future separate from our past, we create fiction. In this fiction we live in the past as much as we do in the future, when in truth, we are only here now. The future, never arrives, and the past, is absent. Yet we persist; now.

It seems to me that we have, and are, just one being. A timeless being from which everything is imagined . Much as a dream. It would seem that being is an expression, or component, of now. That like now, without a past or a future, it is eternal. It can neither begin nor end, as it is, and always has been, here now. That which has no beginning, has no end. Awareness also exists. Many attachments are made to the tenants of being and awareness. Some, more permanent than others.

In considering now/time/being, as I am doing here, it is also so reasonable to think that not all that exists, is of a durable nature. As persons of free will, we might choose to drift so far from now’s gravity, that it no longer holds us, and without now, we don’t exist. It is also reasonable to imagine that we might allow our self to become so weighted by our past and future, that its gravity pulls us into now and we expire in the process. Certainly, the animal that we are, does not survive, and the person we are is very much produced by that animal existence in time and space.

Still, the tenacity of our experience and the reality it generates, keeps us in the orbit of now while we seem unable to settle into its gravity alone.

This leaves us with now. With being. With awareness. All of which exist. It would seem that these have an eternal nature. Our temporal condition, seems improbable, without some tenants that are eternal.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist © 2018

The Dream and The Dreamer

Long ago, far away, in a distant future lies an illusive throne. Now. In the maddening tangle of the long dead past, and the promise of an uncertain future, now, known to all, hides.

It is this moment of now, alone in the expanse of time, that confuses and ages us. The past and the future are places that do not exist. Nothing ever happened in the past nor will something ever happen in the future. Now is the only time anything ever happens, the only time known to exist. As such, the past, the future, all that has been might and will be, finds its completion, now, and by that completion, is complete, now. Everything exists at once.

How then is it so hard to be here now? To sit on the throne and hold the magic.

We imagine ourselves as having a past and a future, yet if the past and the future don’t really exist, then the person we imagine as our self, and the people we consider as our companions, do not exist. We are instead as a dream. Who then dreams this?

We are the dream and the dreamer.

What happens when the mask of the past and future is removed, and now, is all that remains? Not much. Our consideration of the past and future is fiction, because we imagine they are some time other than now, which simply can not be. To grasp this truth is to let it go. Any time other than now, is a false gravity that pulls and displaces us. I believe it is this dispersal that generates all the people and things we in turn imagine, as being, as existing. All of these imagined beings and things, in turn, generate our collective experience, and again, a false gravity. It pulls us away from the dreamer and we imagine we are the dream.

We are the dreamer and now is all there is. Without a past, there can be no beginning and that which has no beginning, has no end.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist © 2018 

The Wheels of God

The animal kingdom, having risen from dust, presumes an importance for itself that is more than that. We are less than the stuff we are made of, if we are at all. The animating influence is less than the matter it supports. Spirit animates form and the intelligence required is commonplace. All that is is imbued with intelligence and physics has exposed it in the constant molecular motion of the atoms. The wheels of God. Now that we understand, that at the molecular level, nothing, no matter how substantial, is even solid, we can begin to consider the smallness of being.

Wherever we look, we see, because we are looking and the universe expands to accommodate our gaze. It is an act of creation. Who are we that we have creative authority and yet we do not know our name? We are the grace of God. We imagine our self to be other than that and we become lost, confused. Our inexhaustible creative authority accommodates our confusion and forms a reality to support it. Our condition is proof of creation and our role in organizing it. If we imagine it is not that way then we create that. It is our choice by God’s grace. What of this God? Does it have a name? It has no name that can be pronounced, that can be written, or otherwise restrained.

The name of anything is as an enveloping structure within which it exists, it is an article of creation, and also of ownership. Any god considered in this way is false as we did not create God and do not own God. Knowledge of God is not a sophistication of intelligence, but rather an act of acquaintance and is unavoidable. All that is is evidence of God and as such God is unavoidable and unnameable.

There is nothing to separate us. We are one. If I should live long enough to forgive myself, I will have forgiven everyone as there is nothing to forgive. The vastness of space and time, of all that is, is complete in the stillness of our single mind. We are what is.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2015