My fiction contains mystic themes, my martial art promotes a mystic’s mindset and my love of the environment stems from the experience of divinity through the window of the natural world.
First of all, Pythagoras, Saint Teresa of Avila, Saint John of the Cross, Brave New World author Aldous Huxley, Beatles musician George Harrison, psychologist Carl Jung, author of the definitive work on the subject of mysticism Evelyn Underhill and most of the poets who ever lived, were all mystics.
That’s what I call good company.
Simply put, a mystic is someone in pursuit of a direct connection with the Divine. According to the 1911 Britannica, mysticism is
“the endeavour of the human mind to grasp the divine essence or the ultimate reality of things, and to enjoy the blessedness of actual communion with the Highest.”
Some people call themselves mystics and give mysticism a bad name by making outrageous claims, like being able to levitate or go months without eating or drinking.
That’s not mysticism.
Mysticism is about seeing, perceiving, experiencing, and perhaps communicating, with the Divine.