The Poison Spring

Correcting a wheel that has lost its purpose.

Sometimes we get stuck but yet we carry on disregarding our discomfort. A choice, an action, a problem, is segregated and left in isolation. It becomes a place where we keep our shame, embarrassment, rage, hate… the ugly stuff. When we are angry, embarrassed, when we have lost our patience, it springs from this part of our person. It is that part calling to us. It needs our attention. To be made our center and given redress. In returning to this discomfort we receive the opportunity to let this part of our person make a better choice freeing itself from its demons. This new choice makes us whole, the wheel is freed and we are no longer stuck.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist, ©2012

The Truth

Of all that is, the truth, is what gives confidence. Much is said about it and many claims are made about what is true. The truth does not need defending and it is not held captive by a sacred text. No one and no group is its keeper. Many lies are told and heaped upon it and yet it remains unchanged, it sustains all and is known by all. It remains a great discovery for all who would appreciate it. From the truth nothing is hidden. Its secret lies in its omnipotence. Its thread is the fabric of everything that is, that can be or has been. It can not be known by a sophistication of intellect but rather, we, all, are owned by it. Knowledge of truth is by mere acquaintance, grace.

Its quality is absolute. Omnipotent. No one can possess it. We are given to understand it, to appreciate it. It is its own proof and it creates its own evidence. In understanding its nature it will teach how to make a life represent it. It is not our prize, but rather, we are its prize, should we choose to accept it.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012

Wooden Ships

The past and the future are intended to fix a moment, now, that can be used to unlock our secrets. The activities of the past determine the possible fates that then draw us forward. Now is the power of choice. We are charged with picking and choosing between the fates we have selected and positioned in the landscape that is our future. We steer our course drawn forward by these fates. We can change the landscape, that is time, giving redress to motive and unpinning the force associated with the past. Much of what we do, now, is with great force. That force broadcasts powerful images into our future. Expectations that are fates. A number of these fates are very powerful, strong enough to force the habits that make certain their fruition.

I have made a habit of unpinning the disastrous choices in my past and correcting the drift caused by their assorted fates. These corrections have now left me adrift looking for a new gravity to power how I am. It is a problem I have not faced before. The gravity of past and future mistakes is vacant and I am haunted only by their memories. It seems I have freed ‘now’ from many of the false constraints so common to being human. But what to do now? I hear the echos rattling around. Past attitudes like sirens calling my name. There is a certain combination, a key here that unlocks this secret. Will I get it right this time? Have I finally decided it is something I am willing to do? I hope so, otherwise it is wearing me out.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012

Closing The Circle

We build walls or close loops. I do not see any other options. The closed loop is the seat of power, it is where who we are is also how we are. In building the ring, or closing the loop, we surrender to our true self and the soul finds its temporal temple. This is the seat of power. It is our only appointment in life. To do this requires magic, just like everything else in life. When we use the magic, that is truth, the illusion falls away and there is no wall. Even the walls that others build become transparent and a certain equilibrium seeps through acquaintance.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012

The Path of Ignorance

Divine life must account for the influence both forces bring to bear in building community. To be accepted as credible, recognition of the spiritual beings that wield influence is required. There are beings of darkness and beings of light. The spiritual realm, in which these exist, affords both groups the guise of transparency. We pretend we can not or do not see them. Even that they do not exist. This takes place while we make agreements and otherwise involve ourselves with our spiritual companions. To live the divine life the spiritual world must be breached. There is a certain tension when such a breach is recognized. Naturally this tension surrounds ignorance of our spiritual reality. While many do believe, the spiritual realm is still polluted with ignorance and its unavoidable byproduct, denial.

In considering living the divine life the criticism that is this body of ignorance, looms menacingly. Unless the life I am living is divine, I am maintaining agreements and contracts that assure the status of ignorance. Ignorance of matters spiritual is not true, it is a lie we tell our self. In telling such lies ignorance is an instant and unavoidable consequence. We soon deny knowledge of our own spiritual life and our spiritual associations. Unraveling my poor spiritual decisions is like the story of the swamp and the alligators. As I drain the swamp I am left with the alligators. It is easy to imagine that the alligators are the problem but the truth is these are my alligators. They are agreements I have made to establish and maintain ignorance and they entangle all of my associations whether they are spiritual or human. I must own my choices to dissolve the contracts that are my ignorance. Like learning to see when there is no light.

We do not make our spiritual contracts in isolation. Our human community supports us in these arrangements. There is considerable tension as we look to end the ignorance on which the lion’s share of these agreements are based. It is only when I realize that this tension belongs only to me that I am able to release its restraint.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012

The Antichrist

Christ. Christ is the dominate theme in my life. No, I am not a Christian or in any other way religious. I am the Antichrist. I am here to dispel the myth of who Christ was. If I were religious the notion that a woman gave birth to God would be blasphemy. Jesus was as ordinary a man as there ever was. How can I be so sure? A woman gave him birth.

When we say that Jesus was any way other than the way we are, we insult Jesus as well as ourselves. If it were possible to insult God, obviously it is not, claiming that God was so taken with a woman that she became pregnant and bore God a child, well that would pretty much do it. The same logic applies to the sin of blasphemy. How could we possibly offend God? We only sin against ourselves.

The story of Jesus Christ is meaningless if he is not who we are. The Christian doctrine has turned the story of this simple mans life into a cautionary tale. Complete with the implied threat of crucifixion or worse. See what happened to Jesus when he lived as he did. Only God can do as Jesus did. Step out of line and you will go to hell. A woman gives birth and a child is born. A child just as were you. The child Jesus grew into a man and made proof of our divine nature. It really is that simple. Why so much disrespect for Jesus, for ourselves? Why so little confidence in God?

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012

Reality and Truth

Mysticism, for me, is visual. I see what lies beyond the veil. My habit is very methodical. I have an understanding of metaphysics and I puzzle together the pieces I have scattered about, to reach an understanding. I am not a scholar, I do not study text or doctrine, my confidence lies with the empiric nature of providence. My confidence rests entirely with God. Is God or is God naught? It makes no difference, my confidence lies squarely there. I have no use for faith.

My person is like a vessel suspended in limitless space and my bearing is entirely my own discretion. I determine the density of the veil and what I allow myself to see. I choose limitation’s or liberation’s and there is great confusion between the two. Confusion, of course, is not true, it is only real and reality is something we create.

I have known varying degrees of clarity in my mystical life. Just now I am in an episode of rehabilitation having stumbled into hardship. I do expect to puzzle together a durable clarity allowing the silliness of struggle to dissipate into the vastness of endless space.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012