Yesterday I was wondering why people would frequent this blog since my major topics are so seemingly unrelated. While having coffee with Brother Ash, I realized that mysticism is the common denominator, and that anyone who appreciates mysticism will appreciate my blog.
My fiction contains mystic themes, my martial art promotes a mystic’s mindset, my occult focus is the mystic’s process, 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. Poet and mystic Allen Ginsberg said, “Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.”
Thanks for the advice Allen.