Arazyal Prince of Darkness

Darkness. There is a Satanic presence that is darkness and against a background of darkness, it is invisible, unseen. One such Satan is named Arazyal. It may be that all Satans can assume this form but today it is Arazyal who takes notice. In my mind, I imagined the name to be Yazassal but decided to consult The Book of Enoch and discovered the name that I was looking for, Arazyal.

Ignorance is the only shelter Arazyal needs and then he is very close and personal. Imagining, pretending he is not there, this kind of Satan is right at home, within us, in the darkness of our own mind. This type builds things there using only suggestion. As is always the case with Satans, we do all the work for them, they only wield influence. The structures we build with them, are structures made of sand, it takes a constant effort to keep them standing and repaired. Without this effort the shadows recede and this Satan is forced to search for darker pastures.

All of the various types of Satans work in tandem. Relentless. The longer we entertain their influence, the more difficult it becomes to distinguish their presence. We really do come to see things as they do, or, more accurately, as they want us to.

I am not sure that it makes a great deal of difference what Satans do. I am quite certain that many of us survive their influence without ever knowing of them. There are countless ways to mitigate their influence. My curiosity and life is such that I need to know. I can consider all of this in many ways but what I write about here is the spiritual landscape that I see as I walk from the shadows into the light. It is in considering all of this, as I do, that I can dismiss it. In recognizing the structure and habit of negative thought, as being separate from who I am, I see these Satans working to make permanent negative trajectories and conditions. When I see it is their agenda that I have enabled, letting it go becomes a simpler task and I can separate influence from action in the subtle recesses of my existence.

Tomorrow, another Satan to betray. Betrayal is their craft and it is in observing them that the darkness and shadow they rely on is vacated. Our contract with them depends on our ignorance. Ignorance is the coin that assures their presence and withholding it betrays our agreement with them.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2013

The Four Faces of Azkeel

It is nice to be writing again and it seems I have found a new vein of ore to exploit, something to keep me writing for at least a few days. Satans. Stumbling on this topic it is easy to see why I have been at a loss for words. The shadowy darkness we share with Satans obscures perception and it is my association with them that is calling for attention. While some of us may pursue association with Satans, most fall in with them accidentally. Such has been my fate. Now that I see them, it is easy to understand the nature of my difficulties. There has been a certain stubbornness to my difficulties of late and Satans would certainly explain that. They thrive in darkness and shadow making it easy to remain ignorant of them while being embroiled in their influence.

I do not know that Satans exist outside of temporal realities and I have long suspected that we created them. I also wonder if their appearance is subjective or if they are all able to rotate their appearance. Is there some element of choice that allows them to appear in any one of the five forms that I recognize as Satanic. Perhaps I will have a more settled understanding when I have finished exploring the influence they represent in my life today. Today I will write about Azkeel.

Azkeel is an annoying presence. He is pressed tight against my person but knowing he is there I am able to recognize him. To see him. He is trying to hide in the shadow that my ignorance has provided for him. All Satans are able to wield a very intimate influence by confusing us. They corrupt our thoughts, feelings and sensibilities. We confuse their influence as originating without them. We begin to think that the way they are is how we are, all the while imagining they are not there, due to our ignorance.

Azkeel, as he appears to me today, has a barbed tail, is holding what appears to be a trident and looks as if he has horns on his head. He does not have horns on his head but he does have four faces and only shows one at a time. It is the profile of the faces he is not showing that gives the illusion of horns. He is a liar and a master of rational thought. He never stops talking but is so quiet that we think his speech is our own thought. He talks in circles that make sense, if we challenge him he quickly shows a new face and continues to weave his rational poison.

That is Azkeel, he is not happy and he makes a difficult companion. All Satans are able to achieve a closeness that lets us deny that they are even there. We consider our self the way that serves them. We blame ourselves and others for this, ignoring the constant persuasion of our shadowy companion.

Relations with Satans do not happen accidentally. We need to invite them, to give them permission. As soon as we do we grant them ignorance and pretend they are not there. It is all part of the bargain, our agreement with them. There are many ways to dissolve these agreements and I am doing it by writing about them. Violating the part of my agreement that is ignorance and exposing them. They protest and work to re-engage me but so long as I stand where I can see them they have no option except to retreat to shadow and darkness as I continue on my way without them.

One way we find ourselves in these shadowy relations is by poor choice. We get into a relationship, or a situation, that we feel is difficult and beyond our control. That creates the shadows where these things hide. They then begin the work of establishing the conditions that will give them longevity. They can not do this without us. We do all the work, they just persuade us. They are not to be feared, only recognized, as we walk away from them and reclaim the grace intended for us.

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

Consequence

Life and death. Is there any difference? My life is but a fleeting moment against known time. How could there be any difference? There is not and so I think I must be alive.

I spoke with Jesus one day and he told of surrender. That if I were to surrender to Jesus I only need surrender to myself. That like me, a woman had given him birth. He was a being so brilliant that a robe covered all but his head and feet, otherwise I could not approach.

Satan cares nothing about you or me. It is our caring for Satan that harms us. If we just let Satan go, Satan is gone and we walk in the light where we belong. Because we are not dead, and life is so brief, death could be of little consequence. We are alive. There can be no mistake. It ends where it came from. Choose your path carefully because that is where you are going. It does not end.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2013

Temporal Spirits

Considering that we are spiritual, as I do, it is wise to accept that some spirits are temporal. Just as are we. We do exist. We are aware. I think existence and awareness are independent of my temporal expression. That there is an eternal or everlasting quality that is independent of my biologically based expression, except that, I exist, I am aware. We are animated, or another way to say that is that we have spirit. It is spirit that animates us. Much of our spiritual experience, as temporal beings, is also temporary. It is this temporal spiritual interaction that we are most accustomed to as spiritual beings. We interact with each other spiritually. It is not something we pay a lot of attention to but we are constantly interacting in a spiritual realm. We can see this represented in our daily lives. The example that always comes first to my mind is this; I think we all turn to see the person we are sure is looking at us and see them doing just that. What communication is at play?

I see these spiritual expressions, or at least I believe I do. Perhaps I have simply structured a framework to explain the experience that I am familiar with but at any rate I have experience that supports my explanation. I am also familiar with spiritual beings that present themselves as being independent of biologic form. I know them as Angels and Ascendant Beings. I am also familiar with Demons, Devils and Satans and have come to believe that these only exist in temporal spiritual realms. We make agreements in our temporary spiritual world with all of these influences. Most of these agreements are accumulative. We do not sit around and fashion the choices we make that form our spirit presence, we just find our self the product of the accumulative subconscious habit of thought. By and large we ignore the spiritual conversation we are always engaged in. It is difficult to have a habit of ignorance without giving way to full-blown denial. There you have it. Nothing could be more obvious than our spiritual experience. Why are we so determined to corrupt our rich and powerful spiritual experience with denial and ignorance? It amazes me. I of course am just writing about the experience that I have and my interpretation of it.

Much of what we experience spiritually is generated by us and expressed into the shared realm of temporal spiritual experience. We each then cope with that. Some of us are better at it than others. Some people are hypersensitive to spiritual expression, auditory, visual, whatever and often this can cause emotional or psychological dysfunction. Most people seem to completely ignore their spiritual experience because they have other more pressing concerns. I sometimes wish I was that person but I am not.

Some days ago I wrote The Psychology of Spirit. I only posted it this morning but I wrote it several days ago. Since then I have been sorting out a spiritual landscape that has a lot of useless temporary spiritual expression. My quest is divine life and that means creating a spiritual place free of useless spiritual expression. That is what lifts the temporal spiritual presence to experience a spiritual realm that is more durable. That is true.

This is not new territory for me but it is different. For years people would approach me, in spirit form, and ask for my help. At the time I was very familiar with Angels, Ascendant Beings and the like because they also made a habit of approaching me. I would do what I could to help. It was really a fun time. Satisfaction. Fulfillment. This work was done privately, discreetly. It is a luxury I am no longer allowed. Those were powerful times and they continue to give me strength as I work to restore my spiritual integrity. If I am to restore my casual acquaintance with Angels and such I have to make my spiritual life public. At least that is the path I am being offered. I have never done that before and it brings stuff into our shared spiritual room that I am not familiar with. I have to puzzle it as I go. It is a lot of work. Who knows if I can do it or if it is worth it? This stuff does not pay the bills, at least not in the short-term and all of my eggs are in this basket. Wish me luck.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2013

Mom’s House

Wondering what I would do this morning I am directed to write. Looking for a topic an idea, anything that is worthy of writing and I see an image. Surprised to see this one, did not expect it. It is an image similar to the Medusa Head. This thing is all arms and hands and moves effortlessly in any direction. It holds on to what we are ignorant of, holding it so tight against us that we see neither this being or what it clings to. What clings to us, by virtue of our agreement with this Satan.

Satans are spiritual beings. I do not believe that they exist outside of  temporal realities. In other words they have no durable quality that I recognize, but they are real. As I consider them I expect that we created them. Human Beings imagined them into existence. That is my supposition. There is no reason to fear them as they have no authority beyond our choice to associate with them. In recognizing them the agreement we made to keep their acquaintance can be broken. They only work to keep from us what we are given to do and only because we have asked them to. These agreements can be broken without mystic sight. (You do not have to see them to dissolve an agreement made with them). Me, my mystic life is very visual and so I see them. I see the spiritual world. I only know that I see it, and, seeing it I am left to accept it as actual, an experience I have.

Let us see what I have asked this Satan to hide in the darkness of my ignorance. In looking I see negative emotion (rage, hate, grief and the like) waifing through my being. This emotion is anchored to me by the grip of this Satan and the agreement made with it. In January of 1999 I was forty-six years old with two children ages nine and twelve. I had been a full-time single parent for four years at this time. My wife had been actively working to undermine my finances and my financial condition was that of ruin. I was presented an opportunity to move my children and myself into my mother’s house a few blocks away. I did. I was extremely embarrassed and ashamed of the condition I had managed to get myself in. The agreement I made with this Satan is to hold on to the shame. It replicates itself in subtle ways throughout my life but this is where it lives. Its source-point. Love, acceptance and approval should melt the grip and let the Satan slip away.

I should mention that moving in with mom was a true blessing. She was diagnosed with ovarian cancer not long after we arrived and we lived with her in her remaining five years. She really liked that. It gave me the opportunity to keep my children safe and to divorce my wife. She got the most notorious Family Law Attorney in the county and I a well-respected run of the mill type. I simply threw myself at the mercy of the court and my children were given permission to be at my house everyday, even the days they were with their mother. The custody arrangement gave the children a long weekend every other week at their moms and the rest of the time with me. Unheard of in the state of California. My lawyer was impressed. He told me that this kind of arrangement, for men, happened less than 15% of the time. I rose a pair of healthy well-adjusted successful children.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012

The Sophomore and The Satan

As a sophomore in high school I was very bright, especially when it came to math. Today it is all I can do to add and subtract simple numbers. At age twenty-one I struggled to teach myself that two and three is five. For about three months in 1972 I took a lot of speed. Pretty sure that is where eleven years of math went. Could have been 1971, it does not matter. I would love to have the math back but am fortunate that is the only lasting damage to my intellect. My mind still works the same way, I just can’t remember my math. Sadly when I was that sophomore I decided to quit all effort at school, including math. I quickly fell behind and my brightness faded. Today as I work to restore my spiritual life I am being directed to revisit this poor decision as a sophomore. I have worked on it for some time now, never quite able to identify what the underlying issue is, until now. A Satan has taken refuge in the embarrassment I felt as my prowess in math class disappeared. The decision to give up and quit all effort in school initiated a downward spiral in my life and the Satan joined me to aid in my demise. We rarely know these guys are around. That is part of the deal we make with them. Now as I recognize the time, the place and that a Satan is involved it is plain to see and recognize the nature of this particular Satan.

This Satan has the traditional look of a Satan. A barbed tail and what appear to be horns. It actually has no horns rather it has four faces and when it looks you in the face it appears to have horns. The faces spew an uninterrupted rational to keep us fixed and populate our experience with whatever difficulty can be wrung out of a bad decision. We become ignorant of this influence and deny it all together. The tail is used to enter us in the most intimate way and in the closeness of the relationship we lose all sight of the source of this evil influence. It is an association we invite and so we can not blame these for our plight. I have rid myself of this difficulty in the past but they come back if we decide to take up with difficulty again.

This Satan has been very annoying and I have physically felt its presence for a long time. It seems so obvious now and I now know the source of negative thought that I have tried to shake. This four faced liar has been speaking it over and over hoping I would give chase. There are other ways to rid a life of negative influence, whether you name them as I have or not. For me, today, this is the way. These influences can not survive the light and moving it from a dark recess in my past the contract that kept it there is void.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012