The Mystic and the Natural Man
an explanation from burning woman ~ by Sha’Tara ~%~)
The mystic is the one being who can, without preamble, claim to live in the world while not being of the world. Further, the mystic simply accepts that she (he) is operating from that particular (non-material) vantage point in the flow of life and never questions the essential dichotomy between mystical and material reality. The one who constantly and severely questions it is the one I call “natural man.” I’ve finally come to the conclusion/realization that natural (essentially material based) people cannot make any sense of the mystic. This isn’t only true of this age, it has been true throughout the recorded history of man, and likely it existed long before that.
Among natural people the mystic is an alien mind that doesn’t fit the collective parameters of the norm. Sometimes it is accepted as some gift of the gods, tolerated at best, used when possible, but most times the mystic is considered dangerous, a practitioner of demonic concepts. Traditionally and historically most mystics become martyrs or find some way to exist outside natural man’s society.
A mystic’s mind doesn’t see things like natural people do because it exists in a realm not controlled by the Matrix. In other words, and as I’ve written about so often, it does not “bow” to the expectancies and exigencies of natural man’s controlling apparatus of organized religion, government or money. Nor does it care to believe in the things that natural (n.) man is forced to accept in order to secure his temporal life in a predictable pattern he considers normal.
The mystic mind does not care about n. man’s accomplishments, whatever the field. It does not seek to emulate n. man’s ways. But what makes it galling to n. man is that the mystic mind cannot be brought under any belief system with any lasting conviction. Oh, it will play with man’s ideas, his philosophies, even with his toys, and join in some of his games, but it will never think of those things as having any intrinsic value.
To the mystic, man’s values are completely artificial and utterly pointless. Olympic games, tallest buildings, longest bridges, victories, defeats, scientific breakthroughs, trillion-dollar deals, trillion dollar debts and pretty pictures: none mean anything.
Tragedies do, however, because the mystic is also empathic. As a mystic, I know that man’s accomplishments are nothing but dust in the wind, for all of those are the product of exploitation and rendered meaningless the instant a single innocent child is murdered by n. man’s system, and n. man murders his children by the thousands each and every day and justifies himself for doing so when he doesn’t actually glory in his enhanced ability to spew death upon his world.
One recurring theme I have noticed in comments to my writings is my apparent unconcern that I use “pseudo-history” or “science fiction” and even the stuff of my own visions to prove certain points about n. man’s reality. That tells me that n. man actually believes that his own recorded history is the truth, that his world isn’t a work of massive fiction; that he can rely on his reality as presented to him by his betters: his parents, his teachers and professors, his money men, his doctors, his politicians, his scientists, his media, his priests and preachers and finally his gods, or God. This tells me that n. man is bound to what his System tells him to believe in and give his life for.
Not that there isn’t conflict in natural man’s world, but when a religious n. man refuses to obey his government or vice-versa, he’s only choosing who he votes for in a perpetually rigged election process. There is no difference between any of the forces that demand obedience from n. man and despite all evidence available to him, he never gets it. He continues to put on a tie, pant suit or coverall, punch a clock and climb aboard the squirrel cage, going down the mine, to the field, to the office, to the ball game, to the gambling casino or to church.
Also unacceptable to natural man is the fact that I (the mystic) don’t care in the least if I spend my entire life saying the very same thing and not a single n. man ever listens, though he may read it, or hear it. I am not the least moved if someone either gets it, or does not get it. So, another blasphemy: I don’t care about statistics. Important, even “holy” as they have become because of computerization, I reject the validity of n. man’s numbers. My life is not bound by numbers; my cosmos is not based on any mathematical probability. Natural man will not find solutions to his problems by juggling more and more esoteric columns of numbers, however faster and “smarter” his computers become.
But there is more. I know within my heart that if I woke up one morning and discovered that, let’s say, four, maybe five billion adult individuals had “got it” and were suddenly going about doing the self-empowerment thing as I’ve explained it: living the purely compassionate life, giving to one another with no thought of return, etc., it would leave me as indifferent as I feel at this moment.
That’s easy to explain. Life comes from energy. While a tiny bit of that energy has been transmuted to form the material reality we interact with as body being, an infinite quantity remains free and freely available to anyone. What a mystic possesses of odd power or energy does not belong to the mystic; there is no attachment to any of it. The mystic is a catalyst, a reagent or bridge, and is innately aware of this. Unlike n. man, the mystic does not sell what cannot be owned; what no one could ever own. The mystic asks: “What can I own?” and the immediate answer is always the same: “Nothing.” To the question, “What do I own?” the answer also remains the same: “Myself.”
The mystic is always aware that what original energy has not been transmuted into “creative events” continues to flow around and through that which we call “matter” (including space and time) as if it did not exist, because it is not of this type of life and the material world does not present an obstacle to its flow.
A skewed mind such as that of a mystic may, more likely by accident, tap into that non-material alien energy flow and transmute just a tad of it so that it “snaps a picture” of our material reality; becomes briefly aware of it. At that intersecting point the alien energy forms a question mark. (Think of it as a burp when drinking a cold pop.) All the mystic has to do is provide direction for the question it asks.
“?”
“Show me compassion.”
“!”
“Ah, I see!”
“?”
“Touch that person, she needs healing.”
“?!”
“Thank you!”
That’s what a mystic can do. That, I believe, is how it all started anyway.
A mind touched another.
“?”
“!”
“??”
“Show me something.”
“?”
“Yes, that’s beautiful!”
“?”
“No, that’s enough for now!”
“!”
“Thank you.”
The results from touching pristine, virgin energy depend heavily on the mystic’s focus at the time of contact, of course. But the mystic mind develops in such a way that it does not worry, or even think, about where it will be, or how it will be, when contact is made. It knows that it will ask whatever is on its mind, for it can do nothing else. And whatever it asks and receives will be correct, even if that violates every rule in n. man’s endless scroll or litanies of rules.
If I woke up in the middle of the night and found myself levitating a couple of feet above my bed, I would find it disorienting for a few moments, but that would be that. It wouldn’t mean anything. It wouldn’t mean anything because it would not have changed me in any essential way. The ability to levitate, or to, say, move about instantly from one end of the country to the other: that has nothing to do with the personal, internal, life-validating changes I must perform within myself in order to accept myself. I use the same mindset in my developing attitude of being “on call” for those who need me, whether they can pay or not - also an equally irrelevant criteria. How I react internally to the call to service is what I use as a gauge for myself; to see how “true ” I really am.
What’s relevant then, to the mystic? I know this, that the more I plunge into this mystical awareness that has been given to me, the less I like myself and the more I need to change: the dichotomy in the path of the avatar. And if you ask me, can someone be an avatar and not a mystic, the answer is, I don’t know. I think it does not matter how anyone chooses a purpose so long as they are honest with themselves as they walk their path to their goal and that goal respects life in every aspect.
Perhaps this explanation will make sense to some. Hopefully it will to those who know me personally. I do not try to deliberately confuse people; in fact I try really hard to communicate, though I must always do so without losing myself, my own reality, in the process. If I had to become a natural man in order to be understood on this world, I’d choose misunderstanding.
The fishbowl of natural man’s reality is no substitute for the oceans I swim in. The fishbowl seems the safer bet, but only until someone deliberately or carelessly knocks it off the table unto a cement floor. It is a bit more difficult for anyone to do that with an ocean, if you get my drift.
The least talented lie to others, the most talented, to themselves. (The Eternity Artefact—L. E. Modesitt, Jr.)
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Jane
I have also considered mystics to be mostly perpetrators of sham and sociopaths living off the easy ability to manipulate others with pseudo-isms. I abhor your little abstract "n." because it introduces unnecessary structure and is a bit lazy. I might suggest that you would call most of society as "unnatural" because they cannot exist without the complex structure of the matrix that they feed from. A short name for them could be "unnats" because it would adequately describe what most people are and be gender free.
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Ron
Peace, love and blessings,
John Michael Domino
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I have lost a very good friend of mine and we all ( our poetry group friends) are going thru bad time, he was a great writer, columnist