The Experience of a Mystic

Throughout history, what we call mystics have spoken of the incredible truth that underlies reality. It is one of those experiences, that only makes sense through the experience of it. It is probably experienced more commonly than realised. It isn't the experience of a mad-man and it isn't some kind of psychosis.

Because the nature of the experience is so intertwined with consciousness itself, strange things happen to a sense of self-identity. And those who experience the truth, find themselves in the strange (but true) predicament, that no explanation really makes any sense. Because everything - literally everything - is contained within their experience of things, and so, there is no real external person or persona to please or not to please. Maybe this is also why the experiencer has so little to say to the scientific mind. The same scientific mind which can only devise instruments that reflect a particular level of consciousness development (there is no such thing is 100% true objectivity).

Mystics will speak of love, and bliss. Of a wonderment that underpins reality. Of an incredible force that governs all activities in the universe, and that functions from a state of love. The contemplation of this, is an extraordinary thing. In many ways, it is the only thing that is truly worthwhile. All things pale in significance, when even a small glimpse of such an improbable reality, is perceived.

It has always been the nature of a constructed world or universe, that those people - who think of themselves as people! - whose consciousness has been narrowed through the aperture of a body, actually doubts the validity of things that go beyond the body. It is a true state of objectification, being in matter, where the most valid thing is seen as 'objectivity'. Fortunately developments in quantum dynamics is creating fissures throughout this structure.

But the mystic knows about the fluidity of consciousness itself, that flows like water, through all things. That flows through the cynic and doubting mind and the mystic mind, equally. That flows through all the events in history, and resides in the dramas of everyday lives. That permits movement of all things, both healing and destructive (both of which create conditions necessary for development).

This is the experience of the mystic, who has forsaken some aspects of his or her identity, for the sake of greater knowledge, called by the higher pulse of love. That all things return to their point of origination, and that creation itself resides inside of the superplane that created all things. Those who enjoy humour will see the funny-ness of non-belief in God (or belief in God, for that matter), when both inclinations already exist within the greater Being. That there is only the possibility of things (including points of view), because of reality that allows them. Ultimately, there is no such things as true free will. Free from what? From being existant and part of something?

That is the experience of the mystic. Bliss and Love. And of the hierarchy of worlds, orchestrated to help the progress and evolution of all divided consciousnesses, towards an identification and knowledge of the ultimate.