Musing on Mystics

Not too long ago I hopped online and saw a video with the title, “True Mystics – Knowers are Not Believers.” It was posted by a modern-day mystic I follow who’s had two near-death experiences. It got me thinking about just what a mystic is, and although every definition I’ve come across fits with experiences I’ve had, would I, could I, dare consider myself a mystic?

We usually think of a mystic as someone who lived a very long time ago and who shared their experiences through divinely inspired poetry, like Rumi and Hafiz, or religious figures such as Saint Teresa of Avila and Saint Francis of Assisi and a whole bunch more that I don’t really know much about because I’ve honestly never read these people’s works. I only know them peripherally. A mystic is generally thought of as someone who sits alone in quiet meditation and who’s developed the ability to connect to the divine and quiet their mind through years of spiritual practice. That’s not exactly me.

My interest, since spirit poked me with a stick just over a decade ago, has been and continues to be energy healing. Although my perspective of energy healing tends to resonate with science, the world I’ve entered into, much like Alice falling down the rabbit hole, has become a mystical path as well.

So, how would I define a mystic? Letting my fingers do the walking, I found a great article and grabbed a few definitions. One I love is “a person who has a direct experience of the sacred, unmediated by conventional religious rituals or intermediaries.”

Yup. That fits.

Good old Merriam-Webster defines mystical as “involving or having the nature of an individual’s direct subjective communion with God or ultimate reality” and “having a spiritual meaning or reality that is neither apparent to the senses nor obvious to the intelligence.”

That fits too.

The thing is, mystic and religious have long been intertwined because they both speak to the unknowable. They speak to the bigger questions in life, like, what’s my purpose? And what happens when we die?

What’s funny to me, not haha funny, but more like tilting and scratching my head, is I’ve never been particularly drawn to religion and I’ve never wondered ‘what’s my purpose in life?’ The only big question I wondered about years ago in my early twenties was what happens when we die? And it came up because my father was diagnosed with cancer a few years after his brother died from cancer.

Many people would have turned to their religion and their faith to answer this question. But not being religious I turned to a book written by a woman who’d died and come back. The way I saw it, why not get the scoop straight from the horse’s mouth?

Looking back, I can see seeds that were planted, getting me interested in looking at life a bit differently. Around the time I turned thirty, a shipmate I worked with on my first deep-sea ship gave me a few books to read that piqued my interest. I didn’t know he was a spiritual seeker or that the books he gave me were spiritual, but I liked them. They showed a slightly different way of seeing things. And working in and out of Singapore for several months, my first exposure to life in the East, I was curious to know a little about Eastern philosophy and bought a little book about the Tao and one about the story of Buddha.

One thing led to the next and so forth and so on, and here I sit today a person who’s not only had several mystical experiences but whose life blends with the unseen world quite regularly. Every time I have a healing session, I dive into that realm for the purpose of quite honestly helping myself feel better. But it’s become so much more.

Connecting with the part of myself who’s intimately connected to everything and everyone shows me again and again that we all come from this incredible field of energy that feels like the most unconditional love you can imagine, times a bazillion and then some. It will bring you to tears and bring you to your knees in the very best way.

I hope Mary Reed won’t mind if I directly steal something she wrote at the end of her incredible book, “The Unwitting Mystic – Evolution of the Message of Love.”

“Anything I say ‘I know’ I actually embodied or gleaned directly from metaphysical insight.”

This is true for me as well.

When I started this blog, it was about sharing things I’d discovered that broadened my horizons and helped me in daily life. At the time my focus was my young son and his daily challenges, and writing was cathartic. It was and continues to be a journal of sorts.

I had no clue when I started blogging that life would take a decidedly metaphysical turn just nine months later. And six years after that, when I thought I’d reached a pinnacle of feeling in control of my life, feeling in the flow and filled with more inner peace than I’d ever known, something would flip a switch and shoot me out of a canon. Ratchet me up a level. Telling me it was time to know myself as God. Not the ultimate creator, but to know myself intimately as a co-creator of my life.

I mean, seriously! What kid dreams of growing up and jumping on a magical mystical train? I certainly didn’t.

Much like Mary, I’ve never studied religious texts and I’ve never been drawn to reading ancient mystics. I write about my experiences. It helps me process them and is my number one form of meditation. And yes, I’ve had to do some research after some of my healing sessions to find out what that weird little dude who came in once as a guide was. (It was a Menehune).

Because the impulse to share all this crazy, mystical healing stuff is so strong, I can only assume I’m guided to do so. And what’s cool is the more I heal, the stronger my connection to my own inner guidance is becoming.

While every other person I meet may not go through a spiritual awakening or have their Kundalini energy wake up, many people have mystical experiences. I hope that writing about mine gives other people “permission” to share theirs rather than feel embarrassed or worried that they won’t be believed. Because yes, science can’t prove mystical experiences because they are primarily subjective. But that doesn’t mean they aren’t very real and valid.

Oh yeah, in case it matters, when I went to college I was a hard science major with a total “prove it” attitude. I was all about evidence. It makes me giggle. Now I know there’s no proof like experience.

Today I wear the label mystic quietly in my open heart. Other than in healing sessions where magic happens, here’s where I talk about it the most. And for those who are here reading, thank you for witnessing part of my life’s journey. It’s been surprising, to say the least, and has become very much a (wink, wink) guided tour.

About mariner2mother

I'm a mother of a creative 20 year old son, a former merchant ship's deck officer, and a wife. To feed my creative side I take photos. I am also Reiki attuned and am a student of Energy Healing, having used several healing modalities to work on myself and my family. My most recent adventure has me navigating a very challenging Kundalini Awakening.
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4 Responses to Musing on Mystics

  1. We all have our own pathways indeed dear lady, each being given a spiritual lesson even if it sometimes doesn’t seem to be felt as such. And personally, I think the more we understand that ‘inner’ place the more we open to it. And love, it appears to be the driver of it all, regardless of culture, religion or anything else. And yes, that ‘touch’ within is a very beautiful and profound moment, and I think a type of arrival after much work through this place called life. Thank you for sharing yours πŸ˜€β€οΈπŸ™πŸ½

  2. Dwight Hyde says:

    Into the mystic my soul smiles with you. 😊

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