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Introduction                       

You are invited to be led by The Holy Spirit (Ruach) as you use the web to find out more of "Mystic" after the Christian tradition. Please remember Mystic is not an "it". No understanding can be obtained by the intellect or ego. No understanding is necessary. This is the first lesson upon The Way as taught by Jesus The Cosmic Christ. Amen.

Mystic as distinct from mysticism or mystical is always spelled with a capital M. It is not an “it”, neither is it of the intellect. It cannot be taught or learned as it is of the Self. This is not to say there is no teacher or pupil. Put in the language of the intellect this translates as The Pathway and the Pupil are One. Mystic addresses the Soul and may be meaningless to some of us.

The Hebrew star of David is formed by two overlapping iscocles triangles, one pointing upwards, the other downwards. This is a symbolic representation of (the) Truth “as above so below”, from which the corollary arises “as within, so without”.

The Bible confirms that we cannot enter the Kingdom of Heaven unless we become as a little child. Such a child at birth is not blind, and yet cannot see. As adults many of us can see and yet by choice are blind.

Mystic is the ultimate fusion of the art of science and the science of art, the resolution of all dichotomy. The finite intellect of the unbelieving scientist would seek to analyse, measure, control and possess God. Such is the naivety of arrogance. Mystic is the Blessing hidden in the physicist's Uncertainty Theory. The uncertainty is in the heart of all humankind, not in any theory projected therefrom.

The verse in this section of the site is mostly Muse as distinct from poetry. The notes accompanying some of the works may assist the intellectual interpretation of the text. A Muse is perceived by the intellect in one way – it is discerned by the Soul as the experience thereof.

The Horizon

The time traveller, a skeleton in a black shroud mounted upon a white horse journeys across the desert plain, a flat expanse of sand and rock.

Her eye sockets gaze unmoved at the far horizon, whilst Her skeletal hand senses every mood of the beast beneath Her.

She is unmoved yet constantly moving, unsung yet constantly singing. The wind and the sand blow right through Her. Inside She is as desolate as Her surroundings; deeper still --She is The Garden of Eden. No human knows Her name, but all humanity crave Her focus, Her desolation, Her death before Her birth.

At each staging post; perhaps only a pool of shade beside a rock separated but by two days, She dismounts; drinks not; walks to a pebble, lifts it, and smiles through sand eroded teeth at the sight of the gem stone materializing in Her illusionary hand. She lifts Her head to the horizon – and Her heart begins to beat once more.

Her horse understands Her, they are one! The hoof prints of yesterday, or even the day before soon fill with sand and leave no thought of Her passing ---

Until Her mirage appears once more!

Notes

The Black Shroud is the Dark Night of the Soul, a Spiritual experience totally unrelated to normal “depression” no matter how chronic and / or acute. It defies all secular description.

The horse is earthly life itself, experienced as Unitive Being.

A staging post is one meditative moment lasting anything from one literal second, to one day of a thousand years, perhaps even two thousand years --- a Spiritual Epoch. How is this possible?

A pebble is a Soul (which is) transmuted by the Alchemy of The Heart of The Cosmic Christ into a gem – a star shining as a conscious member of (The) Cosmic Being. The use of the definite or indefinite article before the noun introduces dichotomy.

The illusionary hand is the touch of Light.

“She drinks not” alludes to Her detachment from, but total involvement with (but not in)   the physical; as androgenous Being. “The beast” is the human ego, ultimately transmuted to that (Who) is symbolized by the Unicorn.

Her heart beats again when She reaches ( ie becomes ) the far horizon. We all know that there is no horizon, but do we believe we know? Amen.

His / Her   “mirage” as it was perceived two thousand years ago.

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