The Discovery of Self

My last contribution to this blog was all the way back in July, a little over two months past. I enjoy writing so that represents a long time. I prefer to write everyday. Since my last work, an exposé of Satan, the five types of Satan of which I have personal experience, I have had sense of completion. Like having closed a chapter. This has left me not quite sure of what is next or how to go about getting that started. I have had a good idea as to where I am, the place mysticism has brought me, but how to present it, to lend it description? That has evaded me and now I have gained permission to find out.

Permission from whom?

The permission I seek is from my self, but he is a stranger. Elusive. I have seen him in the distance but could never quite reach him, until now. While we have heard of each other we are not well acquainted. The self wears no clothes, it is naked and transparent but this is not the person we choose to be. It is the naked transparency of the self that lets us manufacture a person separate from it while maintaining an ignorance of certainty that our actual self is naught. Our self is composed of inexhaustible patience and our person must discover, must know this patience, if it is to know its self.

Our self is both temporal and spiritual and takes ownership of nothing. It is the magician that creates and it knows no past or future. Our person longs for a future that can never arrive and clings to a past that is gone. That is naught. How then to make this one, my self, my counsel and quite the distraction of personhood? This I think is the next project for the Mystic Tourist. To write of this adventure and discover how it is done. Won’t you join me? It is a journey that can not take place without you. That is the point of writing this blog and forcing my ‘self’ into the open. My self is very comfortable with that but my person is not there yet. I do expect writing about it will bring my person into compliance with its self and whatever revelation that might present.

I am not particular about where this leads. It is something I feel I must do, that not doing it is the real difficulty. It is my sense of destiny that motivates me. It is very strong and not to be confused with fate. I have burned through a few fates. They are endless and we can choose any of them. I have but one destiny, that is what I seek. To choose destiny over fate.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2013

A Wardrobe For Our Soul

The soul lives without flesh. It is timeless and every mystery is dissolved in its presence. The soul longs to walk among us, to be one of us, to be flesh. Some believe that the ego is the enemy of the soul, that for divine living, the ego must be defeated. I see no path that leads in that direction. The soul desires no conflict and knows no enemy. It is in surrendering the ego to the soul, not in defeat, but as a gift, that the soul becomes flesh.

The soul can not be saved. It is the soul that does the saving. Living outside of time and space, it has nothing to lose. It is salvation.

Our ego belongs to flesh. The ego is about what we are, how we are, but not who. Who, is the soul, and the collection of ego, that together is humanity, is as a wardrobe for the soul. The soul has interest in a suitable ego and when it finds one, surrender keeps its promise and divinity is known.

We are not in conflict with our soul but when we are conflicted we fashion a reality separate from our soul. It is a false reality. That does not mean it is not real, it is just conflicted and conflict is unsuitable for the soul. If we are to know peace, in this world, we must surrender ego, to soul. Our ego is not intended for permanence, that is our soul. It is in surrendering that the ego knows permanence through acquaintance with its soul.

Today, as I sift through my existence, the texture of my disposition, my restlessness, I have made these observations about the soul. It seems to me that ego is given but one task, to surrender itself, as a gift, to the soul. That old dog, my ego, does not know this trick. I do believe I am learning the lesson and expect to one day flip the switch. At any rate I am busy being schooled in something and the lesson has kept me from writing but I am still here. I expect to learn my lesson. I will keep you posted.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2013

No Traditional Path

Human spirituality is my basket and God is its handle. A boundlessness that accommodates every possible concern. I feel good sharing my spirituality, my thoughts of God and our spiritual nature. A calm and ease is seeping into my life. It is due to my decision to bring my spirituality into the open. To make public my spiritual life. I expect that casualness, that is calm and ease, to unleash my creativity.

For whatever reason, I am a mystic. I always have been. I came to understand I am this way in my middle teens. I did not receive the news well and I decided to break my life. Oh the joys of youth. I was not satisfied to break it just once and I managed to ruin my life four times. All because I did not want to be what I am. A mystic. I have no other drive, my sense of mysticism encompasses my whole life. Everything I have to do. I knew then, as I know now, I would have to acknowledge my mysticism in a public way. I also knew that I had no traditional path. I could not look to others to find my way. No teachers, no books, just walk the walk. Providence alone would guide my way. Well here I am.

What will I do with my life now that I have discarded my self-imposed taboo and replaced my outrage with approval? What will I learn about human spirituality now that I have decided that I will live openly as a spiritual person?

The life I might have had, as a young man, that choice, has been restored. The gift that was success, by the circumstance of my birth, is offering me a second chance. To choose the life that was before me then, instead of the mess I made. The difficulties I built into my life have been with me a long time and are like an old friend. This kind of familiarity lends itself to permanence and a certain delicacy is needed to let it go. As I take up my promise, making my best choice, my gifts begin to take form. I am who I am but I have yet to do what I am about to do, what I have always refused to do. Much like this stuff I write, I will find out what those gifts are capable of as they present themselves.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2013

The False Prophet

The name of Christ will be restored, it belongs only to Christ. Much has been said about Jesus Christ by those who never knew him. They tell a grand story, making great claims on his behalf. It begins with his mother, a woman, so pure that even God could not resist her and she gave birth to God’s son, Jesus. This man, Jesus, was in turn, no ordinary man, he was God. Being human we each can be certain of one thing, no man is God. All men are ordinary and Jesus was a man. We know this because a woman gave him birth. He taught us what ordinary men are capable of. He is not the only one and Christ will return. If you would know the true story of Jesus then know Christ, not the stories others tell about Christ.

It is an insult to the legacy of Jesus to suggest he was other than human.

I suspect many have known Christ in their lifetimes but not all are called to do what Jesus did. It is sad that we have taken the life and actions, of this man, Jesus, and reduced them to a fanciful tale we know is not true. A story we can not believe except by faith. We do not need faith to know God, to know Christ, we only need to ‘be’ and choose their acquaintance. This secret is known by each of us. It is an understanding we can not escape although we are free to ignore it. Mostly that is what we do, creating a fiction we call reality.

The fictional life of Jesus Christ is false and those who repeat it are false prophets. Have confidence and find your strength. Walk the path that Jesus did and you will know Christ.

It is this action of knowing Christ that tells the truth that Jesus knew. It seems there are different degrees, or appointments, in our acquaintance with Christ, ranging from ignorance/denial to full-blown companionship. A state where Christ makes an appearance as a person, a human being that anyone might know. It seems that Jesus was that Christ. Clearly few are called to do this but I believe this is what he did and I am confidant someone else will do the same. That was his message, the lesson, the example of his life.

What of the of the power of faith, of faith in Jesus? The good works done through faith and faiths ability to affect us. Faith is a mask for confidence  It pretends to be confidence but confidence has no need of it. For a healthier mind, and relationship with God, skip the faith and let all of your confidence rest with God. Make no claim on God’s behalf. Allow for naught and then God can present God’s self, as God is, or as God is naught. It is alright. What threat could you be to God and any God worth knowing is no threat to you.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2013

The Two Reality Lie

The temporal world is animated and each of us is free to animate our self as we desire. This animation becomes our surrogate, a replacement, or stand-in, for a more meaningful spiritual experience. It is spirit that animates us and we choose the sort of spirits that best support the way we present our self. Once we have made these determinations a community is established. A spiritual community. The spiritual content of temporal reality is populated by temporal spirits created by us and then ignored, creating a background reality. Our ignorance does not diminish this spiritual influence, only our perception of it. This ignorance also separates us from a spiritual reality independent of temporal form.

We have a person, a spiritual person, independent of temporal form. In our ignorance, of all things spiritual, we have created a false reality that pretends to be separate. In that it is false, pretend, in many ways it is a separate reality and does separate us from the spiritual world independent of temporal constraints. It does not have to be that way. We can surrender our determination to be ignorant and allow the appearance of our true spiritual identity to be what animates us. Doing that creates a passage and the spiritual community, known to our true spirit, has permission to populate the temporal world. The two worlds become one and the illusion of two worlds fails. Some call this magic, a miracle, but it is not. It is the way all things are, not some magical interruption, as magic is seen to be, but the simple everyday magic of being able to have cognition and awareness. We exist, that is magic and everything is magical.

The only success that motivates me is divinity. The dissolution of the two reality lie.

I believe our spiritual life is as I have described it. That all people have this same experience. When objective is divine living, choosing to allow the appearance of true spirit source to be what animates, that success changes the spiritual matrix of our shared reality. To my ego, this shift in our spiritual matrix, has the feel of conflict and the temptation to choose false spirits as my animation is strong. I find myself in negotiation. Our relationship with our true spirit is very intimate. Personal and private. My ego prefers it that way, perhaps because that is the only way it has known. Relaxing the ego creates the faculty of servitude and the ego becomes the servant of its true spirit. This is the purpose of ego.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2013

The Salvation of Jesus

Writing as the Mystic Tourist I have altered my presence in the collective mind. Of the people who have known me and been my community, none knew the Mystic Tourist, until I created him and gave him a blog. Of course I am the Tourist and I am as I was before. The difference is that I have let anyone who can find my work, know. Additionally I have done what I can to make myself available so any who know me personally might also know, The Mystic Tourist. It creates a different consideration of my self.

My concerns are spiritual. I know of no other way to consider anything, even as I am distracted. I am happy to share my view of current social-political concerns. The way I think we ought to behave as a society. I enjoy letting people know where I think we have fallen down and how I think we might best stand ourselves up. These are distractions. It is what I do as filler. Something, anything to do with my mind and the small measure of time apportioned to it for it to spend. There is always something that I might otherwise do. A different way to spend myself. I think we can do a lot to improve the condition of life here on earth and to create a future more to our liking. I also think that we do all of that as spiritual persons. That it is the spiritual part of our being that is power and authority. The bridge that is creation.

My concerns are spiritual and I while my time to bring spiritual living into animal form. I did this first by creating a spiritual place for myself. A place to discover something true about my experience as a spiritual person. That was very powerful. Step two has been to shine a light on that, to let people know of the rich spiritual experience I have known. Step three is a shared experience. To end the mystery of spiritual life by living it in the open, not as an act of  ‘faith’ but as a fact of life. To demonstrate our spiritual form, not as a philosophy, not as an interpretation of theology or scripture, but as my life. The purpose of my life can not be to die and go to heaven. To imagine that as the answer to life, as its purpose, is to be dishonest. If I can only know after I am dead and gone, why I am here, I have told myself a lie. This is the place, this is the form, this is the person to know the answer and now is the time or I am lying to myself.

In the Christian tradition we are all waiting for Jesus to return and when he does he will bring a harsh judgement, except of course, for the few. The chosen few. Mind you this is the Jesus who reportedly, in his last agonizing moment, sought the forgiveness of those who humiliated him, tortured him and brutally murdered him. Such a man could have no part of a judgement so harsh that it landed almost all of us in hell. Not just any hell mind you, but a hell so unbearable that it never ends.

The story of  Jesus is meaningless if Jesus is God. Its only possible value is if it is our story. The story of our human nature and of how and who we are. That is the message and it is not a message of how to be after we are dead. It is how we must be now. If you would know Jesus then know yourself. He is the same as you are. The story of his return is your story, it is my story. If Jesus or anyone else could live the life that he did, then surely, someone else will do it as well.

There is no reason to believe that Jesus founded a church. Others did that in his name. They assembled a book and then claimed that the words therein were God’s words. It is not true. You must have faith to believe that. I have no faith, but I do have confidence, all of it rests with God. Fear of God? I have no fear, certainly not of God. I fear those who claim to speak for God, who claim they own God by some book, written words. I fear those who claim to speak for God and threaten me with hell. Forgiveness, that is what it is about. It is the narrow gate. To deal with those who make false claims of God, for and about God, forgive them, by acting out the truth concerning God. Let God be God and make no claim on Gods behalf.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2013

In Search of My Creator

I have been working with success. Considering success as a condition that is, rather than something to work toward, and naturally, I consider success to be a spiritual experience. The success I look to today is a simple openness. To bring a sense of spiritual awareness to interpersonal relations. My experience tells me that interpersonal relations are full of spiritual content but we shroud it in ignorance, and then effortlessly, with denial. It is this spell of ignorance and denial that I hope to break. To bring the spiritual reality we shy away from, back to its natural state. To end the mystery by simple success. Increasingly it seems the difference between this success and its vacancy is acceptance. The admission of success. That it is no longer something to work toward but rather something that already is. It is not enough for me to wax poetically about spirituality. It must be practical, useful, functional. I am not inclined to allude to some vague spiritual reality, stirring the pot of emotion in order to achieve comfort. I look to expose the underlying spiritual experience that reality springs from and returns to. Not to expose life’s meaning but rather to expose its meaninglessness. Its lie.

If we truly are spiritual beings then this is what we are here to do, to admit it and behave accordingly. The alternative, of course, is that we have no spiritual value. We are simple biologic accidents. A chemical and electrical fluke that imagines experience as consciousness when in reality that is so brief as to be naught. It is not surprising that I do not believe the latter but as a matter of objectivity, I accept it as possible. I must. It is the place to begin if I am to demonstrate who we are when the mask of temporal reality is spent. To bring to form who is. The creator that enables experience must be able to experience what it allows us to create. I think this person, this who of how, longs to walk in the community of men of women. To be present in animal form. To know us in that way and remind us of who we are. I have long considered this example of origin, of the closed circle, the recipe revealed, as why I am. There is a certain loss of identity in bridging to origin that I think must dissuade me and keep me looking for success. A success that must already exist. It is only a matter of flipping a switch and who I am becomes how I am.

This is how I see it. There is a sense of loss in admitting that the person I consider myself to be, as an animal, is only a creation. An invitation to know the creator and in doing so be forever lost. A part of the greater whole that exists with or without me. I can own nothing and when I own that, the owner, the creator, is known.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2013