Who How or Both. The Ego

The invention that is my self. My birth, its place and time, the community of my genes and the context of my human environment, give how I am a default footprint. I am free to fashion that as I will. I create the environment for my self that restrains truth or lets truth reign. It is my ego that is this deciding force, that presents the example and expresses my choice. Truth has a community. It is absolute, it can suffer no harm and nothing exists without it. Where truth reigns what is absolute is known by who is. The ego can choose to allow this person, the who of how, to forge the ego into its useful tool. To be who I am. When how I am is who I am, I am who am. This is the quest, the prize, the secret of mysticism. To choose to be who am and surrender the temporal person providing my soul a human throne. A temporal place to be who am.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012

Self Control

Isolating control, identifying my creator, the person who made me how I am. Shrouded by emotion, determination, accusation, and accumulation there is a collector. There is the architect of self who manufactures a person. Behaviors, attitudes, disposition and personality are all discretionary. I create the person the world knows me to be. There is a who of me and I can be this person, choosing instead to form my person to resemble my soul. My existence, independent of the unnecessary characteristics created as I pretended not to have a soul. Something more durable than flesh. For the soul to live, as flesh, I must accept it as my self. My soul can disassemble, who I am not, revealing who I am and how it is intended for me to be. All of the secrets of existence are known by the soul and the soul longs to share them, first with me, and then with the world.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012

Unmasking Michael

My return to the scene of the crime should not take very long. I am the crime scene as well as the perp. My effort to disfigure, disguise and deny myself seems intended to keep me from myself. As I work to uncover the child who I once knew myself to be, my body double works beside me recommitting the crime. Who is this masked man, this imitation me? He is my ego. My ego wants to be my protector by insulating me and making sure that I am not seen. It seems the only path to Michael, the child within me, that I am intended to be, is reconciliation. I must make amends with my ego. He is not some stranger, he is entirely the product of my child self. It is this person I must nurture and make well if I am to reveal my true self, unmasked. This ego is my creation and only by creating the ego, I want to be, will the promise of my life be realized. I remember my child, he was magical and he used the magic to create a mask and hide.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012