All Deception Fails in The Light of Truth

By my observation we are spiritual beings who have abandoned what is spiritual to the realm of collective denial. Carte blanche ignorance. A complete blackout. Our social contract, concerning our shared spiritual experience, releases us from all responsibility of the spiritual condition we share.

Well, not exactly.

Ignorance and its promise, denial, do mask what is our responsibility and that permits innumerable corruptions, shenanigans in our spiritual interactions. As I work to establish recognizable spiritual parameters, I find evidence of just that; shenanigans. When the fundamental spiritual agreement we share, is one of ignorance, what actually takes place between us and is spiritual, is easily perverted and manipulated.

Life is full of many joys and distractions that are fixed to our spiritual expression and experience. It is spirit that animates us. When we are happy or sad, angry or glad, a corresponding spirit fills us, motivates and animates us. Everything that produces behavior is spiritual, is spirit. There are underlying reservoirs, catches of spiritual influence that are our true spiritual source. The stuff we ignore to the point of denial.

The influence of ignorance and denial leaves many of us frightened of the underlying spiritual content of life. Instead of coming to terms with our spirituality, we have fabricated a fiction. That fiction is filled with supernatural beings, some of them scary monsters, and others, kind and generous. The monsters are nothing more than lies that none-the-less populate our shared interpersonal reality.

I imagine that there is an eternal conscious reservoir of being that gave rise to our sentience. The alternative, that life and awareness is some sort of biochemical accident that will disappear with time, seems absurd. I do not believe we gave rise to awareness and sentience, I believe it gave rise to us. Any eternal being would be absolute and therefore be kind and generous. That is because absolutes are inexhaustible. Compassion is an absolute as it can only know one measure, enough. It is inexhaustible. It is kind. It is generous.

False spirits are a dominate reality in our interpersonal relations. I run into their influence all the time. People are frightened of them, yet all they wield is influence. Satan’s, Demon’s and Devil’s, are false spirits. They can’t hurt you, but their influence can.

As I walk my spiritual path I find that it leads me to address Satan’s and their spawn. Just because they are real, doesn’t mean they’re true. Working to establish a tangible and true spiritual place to live, can not be complete without dismissal of the lies surrounding the truth. There is no lie without the truth. The truth sustains all and can suffer no harm by lies cast upon it. The lie requires the truth to exist, but the truth, has no use for the lie. While the lie would detract, in the end, it can only draw attention to what is true, as all lies are the failure of their own insignificance.

Unless I live as a hermit or otherwise hide my spiritual life from view, I am left to address the false spirits in the world around me. To speak truth in their presence.

Some years back I had the amusing experience of meeting a Demon. Demon’s thrive in tense difficult environments. In conflict. The conflict in this environment belonged to just one person but we all had to cope with it. It was a particularly tense day when I noticed, after everyone else had left, something moving about. It did not want to be seen so I decided to pursue it. I learned that Demon’s require the blackness of ignorance. They can not exist in the light of awareness and simply fade away into our collective denial. Into its blackness.

It is the same with any false spirit, you know, Satan’s and Devil’s. All deception fails in the light of truth.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist © 2018

Background Noise

I have written about Angles, Satans, Ascendant Beings, Devils, Divas and Demons. I have written that I have seen them and that I believe everyone has. Perhaps a little background is in order. Why do I believe such things? To begin with, I don’t think it is much of a stretch. We live in a world where religion is a dominate influence. Billions of people believe that what I personally have experienced is real. Many believe that only some long dead prophet, or saint, is allowed recognition as having credibility in matters of spiritual encounter. Some make exceptions for charismatic preachers or holy persons. They are often people gifted with the art of persuasion. I am not looking to persuade, only to represent.

When I was young, yet still a boy, I had imaginary friends. I know this because my mother told me. As a young adult, hanging around in her kitchen, she told me of her frustration with me when I was a young boy. I was well past toddling, a boy, and I was bringing with me my imaginary friends. I was quite sure they were real and that everyone could see them. I would introduce them to people, and by her telling, all of the adults in my life were frustrated by this. I must have been at least as frustrated as the adults.

Twenty five years later I am entering my thirties and recently sober. In order to work, I needed to drink. I had been drinking a lot. Giving up drink meant giving up work. I tried to keep working but absent drink, the pain just gobbled me up and put an end to it. I eventually landed in the office of one of the areas most respected orthopedic surgeons. He put my ex-rays up on the board, and as the light began to flicker behind it, he flipped it off and started yelling at me. As he did that he hurried around his office and collected all of the muscle relaxant samples, he could find, put them in a box and handed it to me. He told me that people in my condition did not recover, I was not going to get better. I needed to go back to school and learn to sit at a desk. Physical labor, was not an option for me.

Frank was looking at images taken two-and-a-half years earlier, of an injury I suffered a five years prior to my appointment in his office. He knew what I was doing to address the issue, and that I was only in his office because I was tired of Lynn, my girlfriend, griping at me all the time. She was convinced I could not possibly be having the problems I was having, because, I had never seen a M.D. When he was done with his rant about people in my condition, never recovering, he told me that some people ignored his advise and recovered anyway, but, I was not going to be one of those and I damn well better take his advise. For my own good. A rough manner but I really liked him. I ignored his advise. I am pretty sure he expected I would.

I just wanted to be able to stand up straight and not be in so much pain. I had been carrying my right shoulder several inches lower than my left for five years. Eight to ten inches lower. I was using acupressure, psychotherapy, visualization, I was sleeping on a board, all in an effort to straighten out my back and level off my shoulders. I was so uncomfortable that it was common to get to the end of my day, and then realize, I had spent it out-of-body. Floating above myself detached. A very bizarre experience.

The initial recovery was an uninterrupted year-and-a-half followed with two three month set-backs. I spent two years restoring my health enough to return to physical labor. Even then, the pain I experienced would sometimes drive me to tears. I worked through it. To this day I am still working through it.

The recovery process was a spiritual awakening. Extremely visual. It was very powerful and I was moved to give up my marijuana habit as well as the booze. I needed to be sure that my experience was not being influenced by the psychoactive qualities of the herb, so I gave it up. The intensity of my experience was in no way harmed by this decision.

Along the way I bought the Book of Enoch. I read bits and pieces of Enoch, and had the experience, of reading between the lines. Very interesting. As I read, words that were not written were the words that I was reading. Okay. I did not expect that.

I bought the book because I was interested in Angles, and I knew, that Enoch named Angels. Turns out Enoch also names Satans. After the “between the lines” experience, I came to accept that the book was largely fiction, and its value, was woven between the words. It was not written down and understanding that was the wisdom found between the lines.

My interest in Angels was aided by meeting a few. I was surprised to meet Sarakiel. The angel just showed up, hung around for three days, and was always in the company of three cherub. I would notice the presence from time to time as I went about my daily business. That was the experience. Another angel showed up late one night. A presence outside of the house. It was on the same plane as the floor of the house, but outside, suspended above the ground as if the floor somehow extended there. The blinds were closed and the angel was beyond them. That detail did not obscure the image. It was a comfortable soothing and exciting experience. I did not expect to meet these and it was my impression that they intended to meet me. It was as if they approached me and introduced themselves.

These are neither isolated experiences nor are they the only kind of spiritual encounters I have had. I will chronicle one more for the sake of texture. I met Ikisat one day. Ikisat is a character mentioned in the Book of Enoch. I was trying to figure out what Ikisat was. I thought perhaps, a specific sin. The book is indexed much like the Bible with each line numbered for reference sake. I called a Catholic priest to ask if he knew about this word. He asked for the chapter and verse and checked his book, a Catholic version of the same. His text referred to Ikisat as the serpent, not by name, just the serpent. I was irritated because I considered this somehow disingenuous. I continued my quest to better understand Ikisat.

Some days later I was startled by a serpent in my lap. Shiny, black, unpleasant. I then understood why the Catholic Book of Enoch called Ikisat a serpent. Ikisat is a Satan that is a serpent. I do not recall how I separated myself from it but I did and suffered no harm. Just got schooled.

This was a very rich time in my life that fell into disrepair when my wife left me to raise our five year old son and eight year old daughter on my own. She worked very hard to make that experience difficult for all involved, and the spiritual richness I had enjoyed, slipped away, displaced by my distractions.

I am certain that my decisions alone interrupted my rich spiritual life, and that providence, has laid the redress at my feet, uninterrupted.  I hope that writing as the Mystic Tourist will open a chapter that is again filled with the rich comfort of my past spiritual fullness. I expect that it will and that it will lead to an even greater measure of spiritual contentment than I previously knew.

That is why I write this. It is uncomfortable to be so revealing. This blog is public and I am not generally inclined to expose myself on such a personal level. I believe that it is the path laid before me and that is why I do it.

Thank you for reading.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2018

The Fog of Time

Divine living is the idea that a better representation of being can be realized. A more complete expression of awareness. We can not deny the fact that we exist. We imagine ourselves to be independent of others. I do not know that we are. We have an independence of person as individual people, but existence and awareness seem to be of a singular quality. This singularity is implied by existence itself.

We exist, yet without awareness, there is no existence and these two give rise to being.

Living beings are imbued with awareness of existence. Being, awareness and existence seem variables of a whole. Interdependent functions of a greater singularity. As human beings we imagine a beginning and an end, yet only ever experience now. Awareness, existence and being, sustain each other in the eternal embrace of now. Now neither begins nor ends, it is the gravity of eternity from which there is no escape.

Being, awareness and existence, exist now, and that implies an eternal presence.

The people we are exist in a framework of time to which we attach ourselves. We imagine and do spread ourselves across a past and future expanse, but only experience now. It is this past and future distraction, from now, that prevents divine expression. Divine expression incorporates the temporal reality, as an example and expression of the eternal reality.

As living beings emanating from a singular source, we none-the-less have the impression of independence. This is coupled with the beginning and end sensibility so pronounced in our shared experience. In that there is no beginning or end to now, and at no time past or future will anything ever happen, everything housed between the bookends of beginning and end, is fiction. That does, it would seem, include our person in as much as we define it within that frame. This fiction would then be for the observation of our eternal being.

As a singularity that imagines its self as a community of independent selves, we remain connected by our singular nature. The connective tissue of this is spirit. Spirit is what animates us and we are animated by countless spirits. These spirits are known and shared. Just as we obscure now and ignore it, we ignore these spirit influences and imagine them as fiction, or in some other way, distant from us. Untenable variables, even if we think some validity is their due.

Not to be dismissive of life as simply an imagination, a false construct made of some fiction we call time, it is more than that. It is our shared responsibility.

We exist, we are aware and we are animated by spirit. This implies that there is some spirit that is also eternal. Spirit is known to exist. Being is an animated experience and it is spirit that animates it.

In looking to demonstrate human life as a divine expression, I find myself in a fog of spiritual chaos. The spirits I encounter go largely ignored by everyone I know. This does not diminish our mutual awareness and spiritual complicity, only that we exercise this condition in ignorance.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist © 2018

Being Spiritual and Spiritual Beings

Satan’s, as the Mystic Tourist, I have blogged a few hundred words on them here. In my experience, they are misunderstood. Often those who believe, or are inclined to consider the existence of Satan’s, are frightened of them. I spent much of my life terrified of them.

I am a mystic. Like being alive, I simply realized one day, this is how I am. As a Catholic youth, I imagined that my religion held the answers I desired. I came to realize that my confidence was misplaced. The first blow came in sixth/seventh grade. I began to doubt credibility. I did not understand why women were thought to be so poisonous that marriage would despoil a man, making the priesthood, no longer an option. Of course, there is a much broader dehumanization of women enshrined in that doctrine, and that seed, eventually destroyed my religious faith.

It was very difficult to let go of my religion. I came to accept that its promise, was a lie, and I felt betrayed. I did do a stint as a “Born Again” Christian. Very short-lived. I was seeking shelter from my drug addled youth, but what I found, was the same emptiness and deceit. Again, very hard to let go. The comfort of knowing (religious faith), and the community it provides, is very powerful. I returned to the drugs and proceeded to ruin my life.

I survived religion and the ruin I brought against myself, born, of my disappointment. I wanted the ready answers that are the false promise I found in church. I wanted to serve the true God.

Faith has its place and its worth, but you don’t need it to know the truth, that is just a lie.

I have no qualms with Jesus. If I have a hero, it would be my consideration of the man he might have been. I have no reason to believe he formed a church, or that he equated himself with God. I believe it is possible to live a similar life, to have that human experience. I believe that is the message, the invitation made by the story of Jesus. I believe others, men and women, have found the same path, seen the same light, and, accepted the truth independent of the preconceived conditions of religious faith.

So what of Satan’s? The fingerprints of my religious youth are all over my spiritual considerations. As a young man, I realized, what I sought would not be found in religious text or doctrines. Dogma, could only lie. I still believed Satan would pursue me if I sought God on my own, without the stamp of religion and it’s shield; faith. I was terrified.

Eventually I came to realize that my fear was misplaced. Other human beings are much more dangerous than Satan. Just ask the kids in Parkland Florida or a Syrian refugee.

None-the-less, I have experienced what I believe are Satan’s Demon’s and Devil’s. Angles as well, and Ascendant Beings. Such is the life of this mystic.

We are made of carbon and water, animated by spirit. Satan’s, like Angles and such, are spiritual. Satan’s Devils and Demon’s influence and animate us. I believe they have no durable quality whatsoever, beyond the illusion of the past and future. They are made of the same fiction. The only authority they have is what we grant them. We are that authority, by our freedom and power; choice.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist © 2018

The Gravity of Now

The future. We design our expectations of life, projecting from our experience and capabilities, into the opportunities that our circumstance allows. We consider this a progression of time. A past distinct from a future. It seems to me, that the past and the future, being made entirely of each other, are actually the same thing caught in the gravity of now. It is our determination of things past and future, as being independent of each other, instead of dependent pieces inseparable from each other, that traps us in conflict. Imagining what is naught, as being what is, is conflict.

Everything that exists, represents success, by the fact of its existence. Conflict and success are mutually exclusive. The mere fact of existence, being an obvious success, tells us that conflict is imagined. That it is independent, divorced from the fact of existence. It is imagined.

By our determination to imagine our future separate from our past, we create fiction. In this fiction we live in the past as much as we do in the future, when in truth, we are only here now. The future, never arrives, and the past, is absent. Yet we persist; now.

It seems to me that we have, and are, just one being. A timeless being from which everything is imagined . Much as a dream. It would seem that being is an expression, or component, of now. That like now, without a past or a future, it is eternal. It can neither begin nor end, as it is, and always has been, here now. That which has no beginning, has no end. Awareness also exists. Many attachments are made to the tenants of being and awareness. Some, more permanent than others.

In considering now/time/being, as I am doing here, it is also so reasonable to think that not all that exists, is of a durable nature. As persons of free will, we might choose to drift so far from now’s gravity, that it no longer holds us, and without now, we don’t exist. It is also reasonable to imagine that we might allow our self to become so weighted by our past and future, that its gravity pulls us into now and we expire in the process. Certainly, the animal that we are, does not survive, and the person we are is very much produced by that animal existence in time and space.

Still, the tenacity of our experience and the reality it generates, keeps us in the orbit of now while we seem unable to settle into its gravity alone.

This leaves us with now. With being. With awareness. All of which exist. It would seem that these have an eternal nature. Our temporal condition, seems improbable, without some tenants that are eternal.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist © 2018

The Dream and The Dreamer

Long ago, far away, in a distant future lies an illusive throne. Now. In the maddening tangle of the long dead past, and the promise of an uncertain future, now, known to all, hides.

It is this moment of now, alone in the expanse of time, that confuses and ages us. The past and the future are places that do not exist. Nothing ever happened in the past nor will something ever happen in the future. Now is the only time anything ever happens, the only time known to exist. As such, the past, the future, all that has been might and will be, finds its completion, now, and by that completion, is complete, now. Everything exists at once.

How then is it so hard to be here now? To sit on the throne and hold the magic.

We imagine ourselves as having a past and a future, yet if the past and the future don’t really exist, then the person we imagine as our self, and the people we consider as our companions, do not exist. We are instead as a dream. Who then dreams this?

We are the dream and the dreamer.

What happens when the mask of the past and future is removed, and now, is all that remains? Not much. Our consideration of the past and future is fiction, because we imagine they are some time other than now, which simply can not be. To grasp this truth is to let it go. Any time other than now, is a false gravity that pulls and displaces us. I believe it is this dispersal that generates all the people and things we in turn imagine, as being, as existing. All of these imagined beings and things, in turn, generate our collective experience, and again, a false gravity. It pulls us away from the dreamer and we imagine we are the dream.

We are the dreamer and now is all there is. Without a past, there can be no beginning and that which has no beginning, has no end.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist © 2018 

The Wheels of God

The animal kingdom, having risen from dust, presumes an importance for itself that is more than that. We are less than the stuff we are made of, if we are at all. The animating influence is less than the matter it supports. Spirit animates form and the intelligence required is commonplace. All that is is imbued with intelligence and physics has exposed it in the constant molecular motion of the atoms. The wheels of God. Now that we understand, that at the molecular level, nothing, no matter how substantial, is even solid, we can begin to consider the smallness of being.

Wherever we look, we see, because we are looking and the universe expands to accommodate our gaze. It is an act of creation. Who are we that we have creative authority and yet we do not know our name? We are the grace of God. We imagine our self to be other than that and we become lost, confused. Our inexhaustible creative authority accommodates our confusion and forms a reality to support it. Our condition is proof of creation and our role in organizing it. If we imagine it is not that way then we create that. It is our choice by God’s grace. What of this God? Does it have a name? It has no name that can be pronounced, that can be written, or otherwise restrained.

The name of anything is as an enveloping structure within which it exists, it is an article of creation, and also of ownership. Any god considered in this way is false as we did not create God and do not own God. Knowledge of God is not a sophistication of intelligence, but rather an act of acquaintance and is unavoidable. All that is is evidence of God and as such God is unavoidable and unnameable.

There is nothing to separate us. We are one. If I should live long enough to forgive myself, I will have forgiven everyone as there is nothing to forgive. The vastness of space and time, of all that is, is complete in the stillness of our single mind. We are what is.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2015