Life, the Universe, et. al. is one gigantic forever unknown mystery. We all know this, but really consider it: The “mystery” is one gigantic thing, like a sparkling shimmering blackness, and within it is every single possibility of everything we could ever imagine and beyond. Like the Universe and its stars, it contains within it every single mathematical possibility AND the formulaic equation of their physical manifestation. Pause.
I am not going to get new-age. Rather, I am getting into this metaphysical portrait because I’m amazed and joyfully stupefied by the truly mystical reality we live within—and, I BELIEVE IN IT. What I mean is, I am sure that the more we look the mystery in the eye, the more we get real about it, the more we attune ourselves towards it through our focus, our wonderment, with our antennas bending in its direction as if we are listening to and fully feeling a lover… I am sure that the more we come into this deeper devotion to the mystery, the more we may come online to a whole fascinating incredible realm of life that scintillates the mundane into beauty, that reminds us of what is possible, that keeps us available for transformation, creativity, simplicity, depth, and joy.
How do we get closer to the mystery? Through trust. Trust can deliver us deep into the mystery, deep into what is possible. And what is possible is far beyond what we can imagine. I don’t know about you exactly, but I know most of us get stressed out about all the right things and right decisions we need to make in order to “get there”—whatever our end of the rainbow is: the manifestation of our prayers.
Sometimes our prayers and visions get warped in the psyche and they become treasures at the end of the rainbow just like anything else: That 401K, a retirement plan, a happiness that one day comes if only I had this or that. It’s easy for the more “spiritual” amongst us to forget that—to miss that prayers and visions, despite their pure roots, are vulnerable to the mind just like everything else. That they, too, can become dangling carrots that pressurize us right back into stressful mental constructs.
But you know, I’m just trying to talk about trust. And the tantric courtship between trust and the mystery. Trust is the safety that opens the mystery. Trust and mystery together are a lovemaking that can bring to life incredible forms and realities. The safety that trust provides lures out the sweetest sounds from the mystery. They have a profound relating in the psychic realms. They work together. Try it out.
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I could write a whole erotic thing about how mystery is the vagina, (in full ecstatic expression when she is fully met), and trust is that profound, stable, ever-present reliable aspect of what we typically consider “masculine” presence: a deep, silent, abiding onenness of unconditional love that goes nowhere (and is everywhere), that stays, that waits, watches, and holds. Maybe next time.
If you liked this, consider also subscribing to my other Substack called “The Sentient Review.” I have an (even) more metaphysical piece coming out in the next days about the psychic architecture of visions, via the relations of: the impulse to evolve > desire > visions and that whole routing of magnetism.
Also, if you enjoyed this and haven’t yet read A Ceremony Called Life, check it out. This is very similar to the things I wrote in that book, which was published by Sounds True.