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For mystics like myself, we do not tend to communicate with one another, or form cults or religions, mysticism is a solitary pursuit, but funnily enough we do wind up speaking a common language of words and symbols, on those rare occasions when we meet another mystic, we all know explicitly what is meant when one of us says that ‘the entire universe is powered by love,’ or that ‘it’s God’s love that makes all things, that continuously makes and shapes creation,’ or that ‘religions are starter kits for the soul. The beginning of the road and not its ending,’ and so on.
For the western mystic, and the eastern Buddhist, naked reality, is one of non-duality, no separation, we’re all one thing, that’s why I won’t deliberately kill, hurt, or harm anyone or any creature, unless it’s actively trying to kill me of course! My little ego will make an exception for that.
What I am getting at, is that if you are a mystic, you won’t want to harm anyone, because if it’s true that we’re all one thing, then we’re at once the abuser and the abused. If I harm another, I harm myself, not at the level of my individual being perhaps, but at the level of the Godhead, the nexus of reality, the cosmic self-awareness who experiences all of these things as and when they happen, with no filter, all vantage points, all feelings, all hurts, all joys, all at once.
The task of the mystic is to everyday, think, ‘what experiences do I wish for myself?’ That being the whole me, not the small ‘me,’ but the big ‘me,’ the collective ‘us,’ and not the singular ‘I’. I just want everyone to be happy, to experience nice things and to be treated fairly, because if I am fair to someone else, I am being fair to me. If I help another person, I am helping myself.
I try my best to live up to these values, helping friends and family, being a good husband to my wife, being friendly to the neighbours and those random people met on the street or at the supermarket and so on, but it’s sometimes hard to keep it up, as its very easy to forget that we’re all one thing, especially when stuff happens to threaten the small ego within.
Then there’s the animals, my pet cats, my dog, the little creatures that go about their business in my garden, the birds that need feeding, they too are a part of the great spirit, we’re all one thing and that’s why I am instantly mortified, made dizzy with a cold, icy, sickly feeling, right in the heart, that’s made of remorse and regret, should I accidentally step on a snail, in the dark, in my garden when it’s raining, usually when putting the dog outside for a pee before bedtime. Life must go on, life is precious, and like it or not something beautiful has just left the cosmos because I did not see, and that pains me.
