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

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Ego The Impostor

Spirit is as a siren yet it does not call to us. Its seed takes root and we are alive with promise. It is our being that is spirit. It animates our form and then it is form that calls to us distracting us from spirit. It is this distraction then that does not exist, its temporary nature so flight as to be naught yet we cling to it for permanence. Everything that does distract us is called to us by spirit that we might not be distracted by it. It is in this confusion of distraction that we are intended to find the tranquility and calm of now, that we might stand in the presence of creation and release our being from the bondage of the past and future.

In the hodgepodge of the past, future and the significance of actually being, we are part of a larger community. The fabric of acquaintance is held together by the subtle structure of spirit. It is a matrix of mindful considerations. Agreements, disagreements, belief, opinion, fears, all of the joys and frustrations of emotion and intellect. We are not bound to form except by these considerations, and, our spirit-person travels untethered to flesh, in the broader community within which it is acquainted and known as spirit. This subtlety of person is largely ignored but is none the less the glue of our human condition. Any person inclined to consider their spirituality, on its own terms, might encounter these spirit forms. Even while we ignore them they can not be avoided. They are like the air we breath, at least that has been my experience.

It is disposition that determines the character of the spirit community that influences us. It is easier to mind this character if we mind our spirit life quietly, privately. We can of course make our self a member of a community of like-minded people. People who have decided beforehand how things are and then imagine the spiritual self as secure in that reality. We comfort ourselves by consensus. Finding comfort in a faith that gives us answers to questions we have not asked. When we actually ask these questions, without the structure of consent, it disrupts the matrix. That is why I am here.

Spirit animates matter. Ego animates person. The ego imagines itself as spirit and being. It behaves as such. It is actually just person but as a product of being it behaves as spirit and can be confused as such. There are many who believe the ego must be defeated, destroyed, and only then can spiritual fulfillment be known. I am not such a person. My calling is divinity and it does not exist without a healthy ego. When ego is not yet healthy, it is imposing. It is an impostor. It mingles with other impostors in a spirit-like form.

This mingling of our egos, as a mimic of spirit, is the spiritual world most of us know and feel secure in. By and large the cost of admission for membership in our human community, is ignorance of even this mimic of spirituality. This is the landscape I have been working to comprehend and there are many distractions. These distractions are seen as imposition, yet there can be no imposition in matters spiritual. It is the ego that considers imposition and then attracts it while spirit sees it as a distraction. The ego distracts its self, into the past and the future, while spirit is only present now. Should we stand with spirit in the moment of creation, which can only be now, the ego is tame and our divine nature revealed.

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

The Gravity of Being

Transitioning from a guarded spiritual experience to one of openness, I must be at spiritual ease, even among those who can not accept what I experience. To make public the experience of spirit, establishing in every opportunity of community, the spiritual and the terrestrial being.

Between terrestrial life, its beginning and its end, is life. Flesh without its spirit is dead and we have no evidence our spirit expires with our dead body. We do imagine that our body, being animated and with spirit, is that spirit. It is not. It knows our spirit and our spirit is part of a spiritual community. The spiritual awareness we have, as terrestrial beings, tends to be limited, distracted by our gross nature. Our animated form is dead except for its spirit. There is an inherent anxiety in that. When I consider nature, there is a consistency that I am drawn to; gravity. I imagine a cellular gravity and it creates polarities, movement, electricity, chemical reaction, etc. I have not studied the science of this but am quite certain that some gravity, perhaps by a different name, a different understanding, is at play. What I see is gravity, by whatever name. I see gravity as fundamental, a theme that is basic in all that is known to exist. A constant that must be expressed and respected. The being, that is the bearing of a terrestrial life form, creates a gravity that attracts a spirit.

Of terrestrial life there is a temporary being that mimics spirit. We form, I believe, a temporal gravity of being, or beings. This community then mimics the spiritual community of which we belong displacing it and we create reality.

I have seen spirits that are without terrestrial form. I do not think that is particularly unusual. Young children, I think, are particularly receptive to the spiritual life that we are connected to. It does not take long to get distracted. We develop other concerns and a gravity that works to fulfill those concerns. We can return to our spiritual orientation, developing a gravity that sheds barriers to spirit and draws to us the community of which our spirit heralds. It seems that this effort, in human social environments, has an ‘original’ handicap. That handicap is the social environment and its gravity that drew us, as children, away from spiritual concerns and acquaintances. By this process our bearing became fixed to physiologic-social concerns. Bearing creates gravity. This gravity, centered on physical needs, collects and in turn separates us from our spiritual origin. Drawing the expressions of our spirit-origin into human social circumstance, requires a gravity, that is unusual but no less ordinary than any other human activity.

By creating a bearing, the intention to do such a thing, gravity begins. If the bearing is true, and remains true, it creates an environment of both terrestrial and spiritual beings. The subtleties of doing this can not be overstated. It is not an achievement. There can not be sense of achievement. No merit. That tends to be quite contrary to the bearing we develop as we build the identity that becomes our terrestrial person.

I am between the private comfort of spiritual acquaintance and a casual openness, accepting the rationals that would challenge my spiritual experience, while simultaneously enjoying spiritual living. To greet skepticism with approval and not feel oppressed. A comfort in being spiritually aware and humanly engaged, simultaneously, without serving as a partition between the two. A casual comfort or bridge willing to engage, or not, all the while being fully engaged. I think this middle ground, I seek, is where I will once again know the casual comfort of non-terrestrial spiritual beings.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2014

Shifting Gears

I support myself as a self-employed window cleaner. I began this occupation as a temporary solution to my employment needs in 1983 and now it seems there is something about it, in my future, that I need to modify. I wrote about future concerns in my last post “A Chip on My Shoulder”, the idea that as we create our past it creates our future, much like plotting and planning a trip. Futures then become fates that draw us toward them by their gravity. Much of what is fate is subject to change, we control it. It seems that there is a gravity concerning my window cleaning that would be better if I changed it. I will be better served by a future independent of window cleaning.

I have long wanted to remove window cleaning from my future but as yet, I have no replacement.

Here is the idea; I will see if there is a market for merchandise related to my blog. Tee shirts, mugs, that sort of thing.  It is not a new idea. I had imagined that I might develop such a market when I started my blog. What is new is the sensibility that the time to explore such a market has arrived. The tension and irritability, I have recently been writing about, spirals around this shift in economic strategy. How to go about it, and of course, a good helping of self-doubt as to whether I should bother or not. The self-doubt is a moot point, the fate that is this change has already created gravity and motion.

I still have a few things to do prior to marketing anything. I will file for trademark protection and I will need a fictitious business name to conduct business. I will need to set up a bank account and make website preparations. Those are incidentals, I have a good idea of what I want to do beyond that.

So why write about this? It is just what is going on with my life and my blog. I live my life as a mystic, finding my way in the dark. This is part of that as is everything I do and my blog is as a chronicle of my mystic experience. My life.

I do believe that my work as a mystic has created a shift, that I have riddled together a foundation of sorts and a new stage for my life is emerging. I expect to flesh that out, here on my blog, but as yet it remains a mystery to me.

Thanks for reading.

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

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