The Gravity of Choice

In order to see spiritually, to identify the beings that populate reality, beings whose appearance are ethereal, I must relax enough to allow my own ethereal being a static presence. It is a matter of my personal gravity. The way I am, my disposition, attitude, demeanor, creates a density or transparency of being. The choices I make about how I am create an increasing density or an increasing transparency. Gravity. The gravity of choice.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012

The Highway To Hell Is A Two Way Street

Brown Bear Cooke City Montana

Just back from a couple of weeks vacationing. I had a great time visiting Yellowstone, Glacier and Grand Tetons National Parks. There was no time for writing and I had little to no internet service. I shall see if I have something to write today.

The Highway To Hell Is A Two Way Street

The spiritual landscape of human relations contains the good, the bad, the beautiful and the ugly. All of our spiritual influences are found there. Much of what influences us spiritually is not true and confusion and fear are born of it. In a community there can be no escape from what comprises the content of the community and we find some way to accept the condition we find our self a part of. In this world of spiritual diversity angles are our guardians. The better our nature the more likely it is that our connection with their guardianship will be strong. It makes no difference what we think about matters spiritual, the fact of our spiritual condition is independent of that. What I am writing is my account of personal experience.

When I find myself in a communal environment that is stressful it taxes my angelic associations. I have to choose to grow stronger associations with the angels or allow the strain to weaken them. Much like going through a storm except my spiritual health is entirely a matter of choice. As a comparison I will use some dry humor; The highway to hell is a two-way street… which way are you going?

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012

Love and Magic

Love

The path of love is always the path that leads to worth. No matter what has happened, if things are good or bad. When I embrace my life, the good and the bad with love, a way is revealed. A path forward. It is the only path forward, there is no other way. Without love we are bound by its absence. All that is hurtful, painful. When I let love into the recesses where pain and hurt remain they lose their grip, their tension melts and the magic of a way forward is revealed. This is the secret of compassion, its spirit. Love. It is true magic.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012

Fate or Destiny

Fate results from how we are and is fickle, temperamental. An endless cycle of repetition, the past forever trying to get our attention so we might choose a better future. Destiny is who we are, our soul calling us, prodding us, to choose that better future. While these are not designed as the same thing when we choose our destiny they are the same.

Michael. The Mystic Tourist ©2012

False Responsibility

Agreements made in the dark perpetuate reliance on and approval of false experience. Let me compare what we experience to watching a movie, the movie is real. Reality is much the same way, being real only qualifies it as something we experience. When we ignore the spiritual beings that populate our experience it gives the spirits that thrive in darkness their existence. Without the darkness, our ignorance creates, they lack the fundamental requirement for their existence, the dark. Once we create this shadowy reality the mechanisms to support it fall automatically into place. It is the light, of course, that makes the false reality possible. Much like the light at the movie theater. We sit in the dark and stare, enjoying the distraction.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012

Damage Control

Change is inevitable, as we age we change. As we hold on to expectation, possession, place, to our sense of identity we discover erosion. Of change I notice two modes, attrition and fruition. For the sake of brevity I will consider attrition as the erosive nature of time and fruition as the product of effort. Attrition or fruition are both imbued with the traits of our character and we imbue our character with the habits of thought. It is the habit of thought gives us our worth. It is here that we cast our self, we are either the victim of our circumstance or the authority who makes the best of it.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012