Hopefully I am not being premature in saying that, but I am going to be optimistic and go with it, because I have REALLY missed it – praying it is so!
I was just reading a post I wrote in January of 2020 that talks about how hard it is to write when the muse is gone. And sure enough, my big plans to go ahead and write my book fizzled. Oh sure, I kept posting every so often when something interesting happened, or I had something I really wanted to say or capture. But there wasn’t any real ‘inspired’ writing to speak of – nothing that just “came to me” – until this morning that is.
I was going through some of the more memorable lines from some of my early poems that I still remember – not nearly as many as I wish I remembered. And I was thinking about what’s going on in the ufowitter community that I have become a part of. There is a real shift taking place, with the US government finally coming out and admitting that UFOs/UAPs are real – there are actual objects in our skies that are unidentified, are not Chinese or Russian drones, not advanced US tech – TRULY unidentified. There is a movement that started in 2017 with To The Stars Academy – Tom Delonge, Lue Elizondo, Chris Mellon, etc – that has resulted in videos from military pilots being released, along with other stuff, much through Jeremy Corbell and George Knapp, that has made it virtually impossible for the government, media or everyday people to write off belief in UFOs as “whacky conspiracy theory.” Disclosure is really happening – right now, as I write.
And with that, a whole new area of thought and conversation has taken bloom – one I have been engaged most of my life: the connections between science, technology, consciousness, spirituality, reality, different dimensions, non human intelligence, even life after death. It seems that the very idea that there could be intelligent life from elsewhere has opened up the floodgates of wonder, and the materialist paradigm that has ruled for hundreds of years now is starting to actually crumble a bit. Cracks have been forming, especially since quantum mechanics was born, and this new revelation is really putting some (much welcomed by me) stress on the materialist foundations of modern society.
So perhaps it’s not such a surprise that the muse has returned to me at this time. Actually, nah – it is a surprise still, a wonderful one! Lol. Because I was re-reading a post someone on Twitter had written about how she was struggling, how it seemed that all the science she had learned was coming up lacking, and she was feeling a bit lost, a bit down. And as I thought about that, a little poem came to me – some words to maybe capture that feeling, along with some hope. The last line was a little iffy, a few different versions popped into my head, but overall, it was like the old days – it just came to me, very freely, and nicely captured the essence of the situation, and the comfort of Spirit:
My mind was tired
So I set it down
To see what I could see.
I finally perceived
What I never believed –
Source was part of Me.
Just a little diddy, but a nice rhyme, nice flow, and reassuring message of truth from Source. I posted it on Twitter, and am really hoping this could be the trickle that starts the stream of poetic love and wisdom flowing through me again. I wasn’t sure it could ever happen being sober, and I am SO happy and excited to think it can!
Thank you God/Spirit/Father/Mother/Universe for the gift – I hope to put it to better use this time, now that my Temple is much more stable 😉
I haven’t done much writing lately, obviously lol. I have been in “input” mode for a while now. As I think I mentioned in my last post, I’ve discovered #ufotwitter, and been spending a fair amount of time immersing myself in information there. I have to say, it’s really cool to have found an active community of people interested in the subject, many of whom are actively investigating it, some experiencers, some curious, a fair amount of spiritual/mystical folks like myself, and a few skeptics as well. It makes for some great interaction, and I am enjoying it. I’ve been spending most of my time there, haven’t been on FB much at all.
The other input has been reading, of course. I’m currently working my way through “Giordano Bruno and the Hermetic Tradition” (https://www.amazon.com/Giordano-Bruno-Hermetic-Tradition-Frances/dp/0226950077) and really enjoying it. Some of it is a little drab – it’s definitely a history book, not a metaphysical one – but there is a TON of fascinating information in it. The author talks about something Bruno practices called “the art of memory, and how it was the key to becoming a magus. She actually has a complete book about it as well, so I may end up reading it after this one. Actually, that’s not true – I will be reading “UFOs – Generals, Pilots…” by Leslie Kean. I downloaded a sample and started reading it – I’m hooked! And by then, Jacque’s book – which was supposed to be released on May 4th, but has been postponed to June 1st – should be out, so I will read it lol. But I will get back to the Hermetic stuff, for sure.
It’s weird, I was thinking last night as I was getting ready to fall asleep – I haven’t been experiencing many coincidences, haven’t had many truly powerful spiritual experiences or happenings, no super mystical events – yet I have been extremely energized, in a very good place mentally and spiritually, and feel very strong, very connected. The part of me that was getting ready to be bummed out did a double take, and was like, “Hey, wait a minute – I have been in a state of deep, constant connection, and I’m going be bummed out because I haven’t had a bunch of ‘whoa!’ moments? No way silly – just stop it!” And so I did. I stopped that negative thought and gave thanks for the state of connectedness. I recognized a little piece of negative self/spiritual sabotage, and nipped it in the bud.
I think reading the Hermetic stuff, as well as some of the deep skepticism on #ufotwitter, and just being on social media in general, has caused me to pay much more attention to my thought patterns, those little, almost automatic “doubt seeds” that seem to get cast in any field of wonder and possibility just as I am preparing to move on to other thoughts. They creep in, under the radar, and since they are so common and have been around for so long, I don’t often take the time or attention to go back and prevent them from being planted in the soil of my consciousness. But I am sharpening my focus, increasing my attention, and setting an intention to more closely and mindfully tend the fields of my awareness, in hopes that by so doing, the streams of thought and belief that flow to my subconscious will be more free from contaminants, and give rise to long forgotten, or perhaps even brand new, forms of thought energy. Wow, I just realized that I am actually practicing some of the art of memory without necessarily consciously intending to – cool!
I’ve wondered a few times while reading the book on Bruno if I wasn’t him in a past life, seriously lol. If not, we are definitely kindred spirits, cut from the same cloth – at least from what I know so far. Perhaps I need to see if there is a biography of him? In any case, I think I am done with this post. I might throw it up on twitter to see if anyone actually reads it. But I have learned that I don’t write these for anyone but myself really. It’s stuff that I need to express, I need to remember. Ultimately, we each have our own journey, and I am simply documenting mine. It might be forgotten to everyone else, but I don’t want to forget myself ; )
I was thinking as I got ready to start writing this that perhaps I misnamed this site, or my “persona” – because for something or someone to be forgotten, they first have to be known. And this blog so far hasn’t been known by literally anyone but me. Not that I thought it would, honestly. But as I said in the title – enough whining. There are things much more important than this blog, hard as that may be to believe.
I have been into UFO stuff pretty much my whole life. This last few years, with the To the Stars Academy, #ufotwitter, Ancient Aliens, etc, the topic has gotten a much-needed injection of attention and even validity. Of course there was the release of the 3 USN videos by the New York Times back in 2017, then the article verifying the validity of them last year. A few weeks ago, former DNI Radcliffe disclosed on Faux News some compelling information that seemed to indicate there are a lot more encounters than the public knows about, and “they” have a lot more data about them. Mixed in with all of this were rumors (starting about a year ago) of some pictures or video taken by the Navy of an unidentified triangular craft, and one dropping into the ocean – a “multi medium” type deal.
Of course I, and thousands of others, have been DYING to see these pics, and praying for them to be leaked or something. Well, today is the day – we finally get to see the pics and even video of what they describe as a “pyramid shaped” craft. And they did not disappoint! At least not me – there are plenty of whiners and skeptics on twitter – surprise, right? Lol. Here it is, in all its glory:
And you know, I just thought of something – why do they describe it as “pyramid shaped” instead of triangular? Is it just a coincidence, considering how much mystique there is about everything ancient Egypt, and especially concerning the ancient astronaut theories.
Anyway, it’s a pretty big deal, I think, and it definitely feels like we are moving closer and closer to complete – whatever that means – disclosure.
In other news, I’m not quite sure what the celebrating in the last post was about – maybe this? I was thinking more lottery related, but hey – you know what they say about beggars lol
Also, we are heading on an overnight up to Payson this weekend to look at a few pieces of land. One is in Gisela, up on the ridge where that guy Joe used to live. I remember thinking how cool those places were. We are looking to start buying a piece of land to put our tiny house on in 10 years. We’re also going to look at one north of Payson. The trick is to find one that has hookups for electric, water, etc, but also allows you to put something mobile or small on it. Initially, we were looking at a piece of land in Flowing Springs, but there are restrictions that require properties to be at least 1200 sq ft or something. I am pretty stoked about the Gisela land, honestly.
And it kinda has a tie-in to the UAP story too, because almost all of the paranormal experiences I’ve had – at least the most powerful ones (the lightning, David and I watching the UFOs) happened up there. So it’s kinda cool to think of being back in that place. A lot of the stuff I have been reading and learning about regarding the phenomenon talks about location being important. Seems rural places are better, and certain places are closer to the (???) – places like Skinwalker Ranch. In any case, it will be nice to get out of town.
It’s nice to write something again. I have kinda’ given up on the “getting known” thing for now. Seems like that’s just not part of the path for me. And you know what, as long as I keep making progress up that spiritual mountain, I am honestly ok with that. Oh sure, I get a little jelly when someone posts something on twitter and gets hundreds of likes, while I post something, several somethings, and get – literally – none lol. It’s almost comical.
But then I have been watching Hellier, and in the last episode of season 2, they are frustrated and disappointed after doing a ritual in a cave, one that took a lot of time and prep. Then they read something that says something to the effect that being extremely frustrated – that itself is part of the path of initiation. So that was cool! I only wish there were more synchros, more coin-incidences going on. But hey, I am living a very blessed life, things have been extremely, so I am grateful above all else. Always – gratitude first. Thank you Mother, thank you Father, thanks to All – amen, and amen!
I don’t even know exactly why just yet, but a very elated, celebratory feeling came over me just a few moments ago, and I wanted to capture it for posterity. I just am feeling really, really good, and the expectation that something really awesome is going to happen, very soon. Whoopee!
…then works as these, and GREATER ye shall do. But I am tripping out a bit, almost having a “Mandela effect” moment lol, because I would have SWORN that the phrase was, “If ye believe as I believe, works as these and greater shall ye do.” But just now, when I looked it up, it says, “He that believeth on me, the works that I do shall he do also; and greater works than these shall he do.” Wow. That’s almost embarrassing, because I have used that phrase many times over my life as a ‘proof’ that Christ said we only needed to believe as he did, and we could do works like he did, or even greater. Which makes me wonder – is this a sign that I never knew the original phrase to begin with, and have been misquoting it my whole life? Or is it possible (and here we go into “woo woo” land as some would say lol) that what I remember it as is what it really, TRULY was, back before the editors got to it in the Council of Nicea? I know, that probably sounds a bit kooky. But then I just had something happen that seems to point to some innate knowledge, so maybe it’s not so kooky.
So today, I am watching a really interesting video on YouTube from William Henry. He’s one of the guys that features pretty prominently on Ancient Aliens. I’ve never watched or read any of his personal stuff, but this sounded interesting. It’s titled “_________” and the part I was watching today was talking about the Dove being the symbol of the “light body/spirit” descending to a person, and in particular, about the Grail myth. As he was talking, he started talking to this slide which had just come up:
So what exactly is so interesting about that? Well, in my past life (BS – Before Sobriety) I was a poet of sorts and wrote a lot of poetry, essays, etc. When I got sober, I trashed all of it (regrettably). But there are a few things I wrote that I have always remembered. And one of those is this little ditty:
Three is one,
One is three.
Three in one reality.
Now I can’t absolutely guarantee that I had never seen anything like what is written in that screen cap from above, but I don’t consciously remember. And it seems that when I did come up with that, it felt kind of “new” – at least to me. If, IF that is the case, then it would provide a pretty good example for knowledge of something that came directly to me via some manner other than reading in a book, etc.
And if that is the case, then is it possible that the actual thing Christ said was closer to what I “remember” it as being? But then I am getting off track, as that wasn’t what I was really going to talk about anyway. But what I had planned on talking about was predicated on the saying being what I remember it as. So for the sake of this, let’s pretend that’s what Christ really meant lol.
A lot of interesting scientific articles have been coming out about things that were seemingly impossible, unbelievable, or improbable not all that long ago. And some of these things, if taken together with other things and an open, mystical mind lead to some VERY intriguing possibilities. The one I am thinking about at this moment is the spontaneous mutation of DNA via quantum processes:
The gist of that article is that DNA can mutate spontaneously as a result of quantum processes and that, although that can definitely result in disease, “in some scenarios, point mutations can also be beneficial.” So how big of a leap is it to think that we could literally alter our own DNA? And perhaps a part of that is simply BELIEVING that we can. And this article provides that little gem of belief – that little seed that could grow into something truly amazing. I have lots more to say about this, but will continue in another post.
All gratitude, All reverence, All compassion, All love to you, Great Mother.
Long have you been cast aside, Long have you pushed down, Many times have you burned at the stake. But today, I stand – To thank you, To honor you, To bless you, To defend you, And to proclaim your Presence within, Surrounding, And Interconnecting All that is.
Let all those who have forgotten, Remember. Let those who have been led astray Be guided by the Light of your Infinite Love Back into the heart of the All.
Let today, and every day Be the day That you are restored to Your rightful Place – In the Heavens, In the Earth, And in the hearts and minds Of all humankind.
I thank you, I love you, And I praise you – always!
Anyone who really knows me knows that I am a pretty spiritual person. But I am also a very scientifically-minded one, and don’t believe in extraordinary things easily, without investigation. My personal beliefs have been hard won, and it is only based on my personal experiences with what I like to think of as a Higher Power or Creative Intelligence that I believe as strongly as I do. I understand a lot of people don’t believe in something like that, and I don’t begrudge or think less of them, nor do I try to convince them that there is a higher power.
That being said, I have spent many, many hours of my life reading and learning about quantum physics, consciousness, the origin of life and intelligence, DNA – you know, light subjects like that lol. And a majority of those who claim to be scientists or scientifically-minded like to espouse their beliefs that there is no God, that it’s silly or even ignorant to believe in one, and tend to patronize or talk down to people who do believe in one. When asked “what or who created the big bang?” or “how do you explain the counter-intuitive behavior of particles at the quantum level?” or other hard to answer questions, they tend to fall back on the ‘many worlds’ hypothesis, which states that for every single interaction in the world, in the universe, an entirely new universe splits off for each different choice or option that could be made.
So if you are out car shopping, and can’t decide on what car to buy, there is a universe that splits off where you bought a Kia, one that splits off where you bought a Ford, one that splits off where you bought a Dodge, ad infinitum… and all of this so they can avoid a possible conclusion that the observer effect can suggest, that it is consciousness that is primary, and that matter is a resultant property of it – not the other way around. To some, this suggests that there is something more than material reality, some underlying force or Source of consciousness, and that Source is something some ancients called God, others called Brahman, still others called The Great Spirit, etc.
It is the old dualism vs materialism debate, and the materialists claim victory and think that dualists are silly, ignorant, or just haven’t learned enough to know the “truth.” But to this, I like to ask whatever happened to Occam’s Razor – the postulate that states for a number of different hypotheses provided to explain an observed behavior, the simplest one, with the least assumptions necessary is the most likely correct one? Is it really easier to believe that there are an infinite number of universes for every single possible outcome for any interaction? Or is it simpler to believe that there is some higher power or creative intelligence, some force that we do not completely understand that underlies or guides and shapes our reality?
I like the old analogy of a tornado rolling through a junkyard and after passing, a perfect 747 jet is sitting there, ready to fly into the air. That is rather the explanation that we are required to believe to avoid believing in God. Oh, but of course there are an infinite number of universes in which that tornado went through that junkyard, and we just HAPPEN to live in the one where it created the jumbo jet. Ok. What do we observe in our world? Do complex structures like airplanes, skyscrapers, particle colliders just arise out of random interactions? Do I believe that if we threw a bunch of steel and other materials down, in a billion years they would? No, I don’t, and that’s not what I observe. Complex systems in this world have creators, and as someone who creates them for a living, I have a special appreciation for them. And to be sure, I have argued against the materialists whenever possible. But you know what, I’m tired of arguing.
I believe what I believe based not only on silly superstitions, or what I’ve read, or what people have told me, but on my personal experiences and learning over my life. And I understand that is the case for every one of us – we each have our own individual experience, shaped by our beliefs, our aspirations, our environments, our interactions with the people in our lives, our mental health, our physical health, etc. There are just so many factors. And instead of trying to convince materialists, I pray for them, and give thanks for the belief I do have. Because I realize it is a gift. And I would much rather live my life, a life filled with both the knowledge and appreciation of scientific theories as well as the wonder and awe of belief in something greater, than one empty or devoid of that.
So to all those materialists out there, I say blessings to you. I will not try to dissuade you from your beliefs, nor will I look down on nor patronize you. And I ask the same courtesy of you : please don’t look down on or patronize me. Let us each be free to believe as we do, without supposition or assumptions about intelligence. Some pretty intelligent people have believed in God throughout mankind’s history, and just because we are so darned smart now, there’s no reason – no valid reason – to think that can’t still be the case.
I posted something on Facebook today about 2 recent scientific articles: one how quantum fluctuations can cause changes in our DNA, and the other about the hypothesis that the entire universe is one big neural network.
Now of course, because I am who I am, I made the following comments in that post:
“I’m guessing hardcore materialists are just hating this. It’s getting harder and harder to simply dismiss as “nonsense” some of the metaphysical concepts and ideas that mystics have held for a long time. The thought that spontaneous mutations could occur in our DNA related to quantum effects. At what point do the materialists finally give us mystics some credit for understanding some things about reality that they have vociferously denied as being true, or even possible, for hundreds, if not thousands of years now..?”
I naively thought that because of nature of these two articles, and just how much they upend much of what we have been taught (at least as I have understood it about science and physics), not to mention the philosophical implications of both, that a comment like that would be justified, perhaps even enough that the materialists would think to themselves, “You know, he’s got a point.” But alas, I do have a number of science-y people as friends on Facebook, most of whom I have never actually met, so it was not surprising that one of them said, “It’s still physics.” And in fairness, he was correct. At least individually, those topics are in the realm of physics. But what if you start connecting them? What if you make the leap to changing your very DNA by using some of the processing power of that universal neural network to affect some directed quantum fluctuations – what about that?
Sidebar here – I am a bit hypocritical in my selecting of “friends” on Facebook. (Get ready for a comment that almost burns my fingertips coming out lol). I honestly can’t stand most New Age-y or metaphysical type people on there, and actually PREFER (God help me, I can’t believe I am saying this) those materialist-science-physics-math type people. And why is that, you ask? Because as much as I love mysticism and metaphysics, and as much as some people might not realize it about me – at least those on social media who don’t really know me – I am a very scientifically-minded person, and don’t appreciate the full-blown New Age type stuff when it has absolutely no basis in any kind of logic or reasoning. Now to be sure, there are some people I know/have known who are very much that way, but are grounded enough in this reality and logical enough to realize the boundaries of how much belief to put in some stuff, and how much work to put into understanding other stuff. Strange as it may sound, it’s easier for me to handle the atheistic geniuses than the super-mystical folks of little scientific knowledge. I guess I feel like I can still learn something from the former, while the latter – again, not all, but most – don’t seem to offer much in the way of true knowledge.
I didn’t know if this was all going to tie in, but it does. Because the one thing that has become the most clear to me on my path of mysticism is that, while there are certainly many teachings, practices, ideas, writings, etc that can help one along their journey, the path is always individual, and the experiences unique to the person. And while many scientific theories can be proven, and that’s what gives materialists the warm fuzzies – when something can be “proven” – most of the theories, ideas, laws of the mystics, e.g. the 7 Hermetic Principles, can’t be proven like one can prove that water is made of hydrogen and oxygen by some experiment, or prove that gravity is real by taking measurements and comparing them against certain formulas. But that doesn’t mean they can’t be proven at all – it just means that the only proof we can get is the proof to ourselves. I think there are instances, and there were probably more in days long past, when an adept could “prove” in some sense to a student the reality of a certain principle or law. But these days, most often, we have to settle for obtaining our own proof, knowing that most other people probably won’t believe us – especially those materialists.
Today, I had one of those experiences that is proof to me of the Law of Correspondence, of the ubiquity of the coin-incidence. Of course, it’s more than easy enough to write it off as mere coincidence, and state that I am seeing and making more of a connection that is really just a random chance occurrence, that means absolutely nothing. But to me, in the theoretical framework by which I live and interpret my life, it is proof indeed.
We went to an antique store today, and I decided to wear a new pendant I got recently that I LOVE – a cool Isis pendant:
I’ve been directing more conscious attention on amulets that reflect the Divine Feminine. I realized a little while ago that, for as much as I profess my love for and defense of the Goddess principle, I really don’t have any amulets that reflect that. So I got that Isis one and another – Triple Goddess Tree of Life with Pentacle – off of Amazon.
Today, as I am walking through the antique shop, I look in a glass case and see a cool bumper sticker (which is kinda’ cool in and of itself, as I have been looking for a new bumper sticker for my truck to take the place of the “Any Functioning Adult 2020” one I had) that said “Ankh if you love Isis” – and this is what the right side of it looks like:
Now, perhaps if someone were to work up the mathematical probability of me wearing an Isis pendant and there being something in the store with Isis on it, it wouldn’t appear to be so spectacular a coincidence. But when you figure that I had been wanting a bumper sticker for my truck too, and that the image of Isis matches almost perfectly the one on my pendant – well, for me, that gets into the realm of coin-incidence, and Correspondence. In the framework I live in, this is the Universe speaking directly to me, affirming my decision to focus more attention on the Divine Feminine, and providing yet another amulet/decoration with said feminine/Goddess iconography for me to have in my experience to draw attention, thought and concentration.
Now, can I “prove” to someone else this is what’s happening? Of course not – and especially not a materialist. Would I even TRY to? Hell no, not anymore! Lol. When I was younger, oh yes, I would – at length! And I would not give up. But time, age and experience have shown me that one simply cannot prove anything to anyone else – especially something like this. And in today’s world, rife with mis and disinformation, it is even more difficult. And besides, it is of no consequence to me that anyone else believes anything really. Oh, I used to view myself as a guru, a spiritual warrior of sorts, who was going to go out there and show everyone the Truth! I was going to be the “Second Coming” and save the ignorant human race from itself by espousing the Timeless Doctrine of Oneness as no one had before… Ahahahahaha! Hilarious, right? And my 24 year old self would be SOOOO pissed to read this! Lol. Anyone who knew me back then would agree. I was on fire, and was going to save the world. Alas, the folly of youth.
Today, I know that there is a greater than 0 chance – MUCH greater – that the majority of people don’t want the same thing I want, and I probably don’t want the same thing they do. And that’s ok – we each have to walk our own path. But much to my pleasant surprise, that doesn’t mean that people like me can’t still make great progress on the path of the mystic; it doesn’t mean we can’t still experience some magic; it doesn’t mean that there is no hope at all for us, or that we will have to wait for another lifetime to reach that light shining in the mist. I used to think that was the case – that I was born out of time, and there was no chance I would ever experience the life of the mystic I so desired.
But there has always been a part of me, deep inside, that flat out REFUSES to give up! I have been through many dark nights of the soul, and many times have I sworn off this path – most recently last year, after we found out we couldn’t go to New York for our daughter’s wedding. I angrily swept my hand across my altar, pushing everything onto the floor and cursing the very idea that I believed in something more. It was all bullshit, and I was DONE believing.
Until the next day, when I put everything right back up, even though I didn’t even really believe in it still. Because somewhere, deep inside, something – something that has called me onward my whole life, even when I literally hate it and am so pissed off for it – once again took hold of me and one by one, I replaced every stone, every feather, every statue, every little piece on my altar. I have almost resigned myself to the fact that there is no getting rid of that part, no exorcising it, and no keeping it quiet or inactive. I think it is more me than I am, if that makes sense at all. And so, when people make comments about how something is just “physics,” or how they don’t believe all that “New Age hooey,” or whatever – I get it, I really do.
But I have lived a life of coin-incidences. And even though I consider myself a very scientifically-minded person, work as a software developer (I get logic, like real, actual logic), and understand the scientific method and greatly appreciate it, I am a mystic at heart – always have been, and apparently, always will be. And I am ok with that. Because I get the best of both worlds. I can appreciate science, work in a field that requires that kind of logical thinking, and appreciate the theories and discoveries of science. At the same time, I can experience coin-incidences and feel the deeper meaning of them, not needing any “proof;” I can feel the Universe calling me on, opening doors of perception and opportunity; and I can understand and see the 7 Hermetic Principles at work in my life. For this, and so much more, I am eternally grateful.
That pretty much sums up my feelings today. Just not feeling it. By “it,” I mean the desire to do anything at all to participate in this reality. No, I think I have just about had my fill of stupidity, ignorance, mundanity, pettiness, etc etc. And I am talking about work, politics, the media, the pandemic – just everything. I am just fed up.
Of course it’s not anything new to feel this way. I guess you could consider it the “dark night of the soul’s” evil cousin or something. Instead of being depressed and suicidal, it’s angry and homicidal lol. I don’t know if other mystics in the past felt this or not…? I haven’t read much about it. I can guess that Jesus did, the whole money changers in the Temple business. But I don’t know about others.
I just get SOOOO tired of dealing with the overall ignorance of people, businesses, governments, societies, religions, just everything and most everyone. Of course there are the very few people who “get it,” but unfortunately, not nearly enough to affect any real change at this point. It’s like we just have to keep putting up with this shit, eon after eon after eon. Ugh.
This is one time when being an “old soul” really sucks. It’s like, “Haven’t we already been through all this, like THOUSANDS of times? Why is all this still an issue/question?” And of course, we have to keep on working to pay them bills – not like there is any real freedom here in the U S and A, or anywhere really.
And to be certain, I have it very lucky. I have a very good life to whine and complain about – better than I deserve. Still, I am just sick of the stupidity and ignorance. How much longer? Really???
I have been reading this book about the history mysticism titled, appropriately enough, “Mysticism – Its History and Challenge” by Bruno Borchert. I realized that, as much as I might like to be remembered as a bit of a mystic, there is a fairly good chance that hundreds of years from now, no one would even know that side of me – that I would be a forgotten mystic. And that is because, unlike in days past, when mystics, or those who wrote about them, recorded their thoughts and deeds on paper to be preserved for the ages, I do ALL of my writing these days on the computer – on this blog. If I were to croak, and this site were to be taken down, or forgotten, or maybe there was a big CME that wiped out all computers (you get the point), there would be no record at all of my experiences and exploits. Zero, zip, nada. I truly would be the forgotten mystic.
Now of course there is a chance that I would be remembered by some people, and that information would be passed down verbally. There are many native trives, especially the Aborigines, who have rich oral traditions and pass down the wisdom of thousands of years through songs and stories, many or most of which are never written down. But their culture is built around that, and so the people in it have a proclivity for so doing. And while most families in western cultures have some form of verbal history, it’s not nearly as rich or informative as those other cultures.
And honestly, would it matter anyway? Not to minimize myself or my thoughts and writings, but let’s face it – millenia have passed, and we have quite a few written accounts of mystics, many systems, religions, philsophies, etc that have been created, and is the world any better for it? The entire world? Perhaps not. But I for one know that I very much appreciate the writings and teachings of those who have gone before, if for no other reason than the comfort it gives me to know that others have walked this challenging path and encountered the same challenges, pain, loneliness, and dark nights of the soul that come with it.
And perhaps the forgotten mystic is really an archetype – one that symbolizes the cultural amnesia we seem to have regarding mysticism. There was a time when a scientist could be a mystic too – in fact, many were. But these days, it seems as though one must choose. And the minute you choose mysticism, you forego ALL authority or respect whatsoever regarding any scientific topics. You are branded a “New Age kook,” and relegated to the philosophical kids table to discuss football, reality TV and other ‘safe’ subjects with the other non-scientifically-minded people.
So the forgotten mystic is really every mystic from days past who is not remembered for the entirety of who he or she was. It’s you, me and everyone else who blogs about their mystical insights, all while the possibility that no one will ever see or read them looms over them. It’s that little (or big) voice inside each and every human being that asks “Why am I here? What is the meaning of life? Where do we come from, and where do we go when we pass from this life?” It’s all of us – all who have been, are, and will be; those who remember, and those who have forgotten; those who care deeply, and those who do not; those who read this, and those who don’t. May none of us be forgotten – may we all remember that forgotten mystic inside ourselves and in each other.
Perpetual Mystic 