what is the meaning of mysticism and toward what purpose?

[Tutor]

i cannot claim to know what the meaning of mysticism is, but i recognize the mystery before me. i cannot fathom to what purpose am I within this gathering of us all within our mystery. i rather imagine that we are all mistified in our steeping mysterious humanous so vulnerably exposed, seemingly without cover. therefore all being mystics, hopeful lovers of our incomprehensible selves.

the meaning and purpose of which lying beyond words, as poeme would say. even if we sight within, the words get in the way toward pitching it out in kind. yammering on till doom's day doesnt uncover the mystery toward one iota of mutual concensus.

i enjoy yammering about it, deducing its twists and turns, which always seem to arrive right back to me. what do i ponderously think of 'it'? it is a heavy "thing", this mystery we all share in kind. it is the object of our desire's reach, and the subject of our passionate yearning to understand.

ive given up on it many times over. to bitterly destroy every morsel retreived in searching it out. yet, given due time, like a teasing child, it sweetly beckons me back with an easily grasped morsel that sets me deep in it once again. yes, hopeful lovers, given to one another as children toward a wedded future. the mystery separates us, throws us so far apart and into our yearning for the faintest memory to remind.

if this is my deepest yearning, then i may understand why this mystery teases me so. for "it" too yearns just as I do, for our returning conscious awareness together again as one. children, so wide awake to life, without want nor need, freely touching the bigness of life, for it to eventually recede into smallness and insignificant forgetfulness.

O horizon yonder looming! where is my home? why am I yearning from lack's desiring reach, and lost in the mists of time, separated from that which i know not what, where, when, why, who and how it is?

why am I diminished to six lonely intolerant questions seeming so intolerably unanswerable? Oh my, so many recipes to give answer. this cannot be true. i am left to doubt and skepticism, for fear of being entangled all the more.

O God, take this trembling fear of mine and press it down that I might in it understand.

i wish for peace, not for rumors of war above, just as is below. what wisdom is of wars fought over? i do not want it, nothing of it is peace.

mind's delusion takes me to my heart's trembling fears to my mind's delusion to my heart's trembling fears to my...ad infinitum. take me from this wheel of illusion born of lust and fortune.

O mystery of iniquity, resolve my sight that i might feel to see through the mists before me.

God Alone is 'enough', for in God's laws I am ever undone through and by my own searching out. by and by, i am my own enemy made in enmity of You, very God. i wish for peace, forgive mine iniquitys, release me from this wheel which i alone kick around, as if a child playing in a race.

i know not what i do, nor even what it is that I be. Truth is Your's God, not mine. I love your truth as I do so love YOU.

aye, even I am Your's to be effectively trued against Your Truth's cause. let Us be nigh unto nigh, image as Image, hand in hand. yes, this child's trembling hand in his father's steady hand kept safe in the journey's midst.

Father, let me home, just as You look down the road away from home, as its making. I am weary and self-abased, accused and stoned within so many born of mind and heart upon my soul casting very they giving voice within me.

yes, i have postured so many miserbly failing recipes. forgive??? so many in a line leading up to myself impatiently depend upon Our arrival of being home, together again.

let me bear your likeness Father, for from You am I. from You are we all, human in our predisposition that is likely to get...home through this fore-given truth. forgive!??

so many circles to ill guide my subjected leanings around and upon myself trodden down, ever deeper entrenched. Your God given functions in my human dysfunctions dictate expedient pre-judicious debt holding me fast. forgive!!?

i surrender this that I am not In Your Eyes? forgive!!! do with me what Thou will to be done. i am at nought with mine own self, untrue, false, a liar caught in a lair. i wish for Your peace, God Alone.

Moby-Natural Blues: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ivtKcM1DGeY

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ok, a prayer, a meditation, a contemplative communication, a song, poetic passionate feelings put to desired word. not a product of noetic calibur intellectually bound to the particulars of myriad human recipes. it is just lil ole pin headed me.

this to me, at least, is my mystical approach. each of us differs uniquely, and therein the approach differs. mine is not an issue of personal force pretending to reveal the only approach. i only wish to share mine in kind. please feel free to share what is your's, as well.

tim

[CFTraveler]

Nice. Please don't delete it.

[mysteec77]

Yes Tim, please do not delete such stirring words. You always bring a tear to my eye, and I wish I could give you a hug.

Please continue to believe, and be open to the symbolic and whispering wisdom.

Yes it is a great smoldering fire, the wars, the strife, but becoming engulf in the sadness increases its strength. The greatness gift is reaching someone, and feeling the happiness radiate outwards. Helping someone see the path they are on is destructive, or perhaps just giving a hug can create a happy ripple effect down the line. Seeing the ripple effect is mystical and magical sight to behold. The lives a positive person can impact over time is priceless. Remaining positive in our world of horrors takes great strength, deep faith, unquestioning trust, and unyielding courage. In times of deep sadness, such as we see now, I hold onto the memories of the lives I have positively touched, and hope they continue on their happy journeys.

Being there to provide a 'grey' perspective, to hear all sides, and take no side, that is a paradise of an island. Why take a side? The only side I take against is the infringement upon another's life path, or spiritual beliefs. It is always intriguing, and very enjoyable to gently discuss the various theologies, religions, creeds etc with the clergy, priest, druid, shifu master, witch, mystic, or magician. To have a quiet conversational exchange of perspectives is in itself a mystical experience. To see their eyes light up, and vice versa. To find another piece of the puzzle, and at times a cornerstone, or perhaps a brand new trail of ideas which needs explored. The eternal A-HA moment when you think you have thought of every spiritual angle....HA

The purpose......mystics quietly safe guard, and hopefully inspire patience, happiness, deep self reflection, the courage to say no to the ridiculous greedy bottom line, the courage to reject that which harms others, the courage to believe outside what society feels is ok today, and ultimately peaceful co-existance. However God gave us the greatest gift, and curse which is free choice.

Will a great spiritual awakening happen soon? Perhaps.....my hope is it will be a HUGE, peaceful one, and my show of support is to absolutely refuse to give into the sadness.

Blessed thoughts and dreams Tim.

[Tutor]

thank y'all, and you are most welcome, as is anyone else. i will try my utmost to leave it be.

tim

[Tutor]

i been searching the net like hell to find a hebrew/arabic story about an innocent simple minded goat herder. i have it in a dusty book somewhere...if memory serves it is a Baal Shem Tov offering.

i could paraphrase it, but i'd do it an injustice by rambling on too much. so far no luck locating it. gosh darn it

[darron]

As I have said before, everything you post like this should be in a book, so such words cannot be lost

[Tutor]

As I have said before, everything you post like this should be in a book, so such words cannot be lost

Thanks darron,

wow, i dunno what to say. i am prepared to lose any words coming through and out of me. but i guess that as long as i can write, they aint lost, in me somewhere jostling around. me and zen dog were sitting atop a hill today, but not next to each other because he elected to split a mudhole wide open at the top. anyway, i had an epiphany on something i been mulling over, like a cow chewing a cud. never mind the epiphany though. point is: to keep understanding fluid one has to let what has become other than fluid go.

obstruction, ya see, to freedom of the watercourse flow, the way. tim's dao and water under the bridge that is life. word up

tim

[Tutor]

Mountain and River

Mine eyes cast a cross from summit to mountainous peaks,

no where to step to from this i plotting plodded

O desolation of precipice keenly felt

pinnacle of all ends pointedly meeting

lowly i was when first thought occured

to from low lay a course on high

every switchback a switchbladed

guide of mine own imaginings

stabbed into the back of my minded heart

the heights of our Mothering finish and

where she'd have me spend my lowly days

the peaks of my Father weighted heavily

into the airy valleys lowest heartfelt reaches

rightside up and upside down

fleet of foot without heavenward wing

to hell with a path and to the river's edge

bouyantly given to quickest descending ascent

floated on in to mine kith and my kin

where have you been was i asked of their missing

lost as the fool i said in tearful kissing

welcome thee home to never a gain in the climbing

nay it's not true, for having fallen, I found heavenly YOU.


tim

save the best for last: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oKQtMsUOKRU

[Tutor]

My Darling

Never would I deny you
The true desires of your
Sweet and tender Heart.
Our Lord would have us both
Living in an exceeding abundance.
So much abundance that others
Beyond us two as one
Would abundantly share.
This not because I myself
Would from myself
Give.

But rather, because of You,
My Bride
Having within yourself
Heartfelt desires
Which in their heartfelt being
Shall also be sweetly and tenderly
Met.

Patience is the key of
Understanding,
That the world outlying
Wherefrom desires would
Present themselves to you,
are not of your true
Heart.

This, I do understand
And when I recognize
Your thoughtful want giving way
To the world to meet you
Then I must protest.
For it is true, this heart of
Yours.

And I would not see it
Shortsighted with
Impatience and lack luster
That could not satiate
What in truth your
Heart would have for
You.

So I rest in your
Sweet and tender Heart,
Listening to your hearted
Proposals of pure desire
Felt.

And I too, often feel arrested
In your seeming inability
To practice that patience
Which in time
Will deliver your every Heart's
Desire.

For you see, even as I will give to you
What is yours alone, Myself;
It is only because I in
Reflection of You,
Would as the Lord would,
Give to us our very
Us.

That through us
All within us finds
Its abundant
Finish.

Your Darling

tim

savage garden: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=US-ZgUr3xQY

[Tutor]

a good short 10 minute video on the topic of Harmlessness. personally, i am not advocating Lucis Trust herein, for any other reason than to share these thoughts given of this particular informative video. from tim to Oliver & Others.

Harmlessness: http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=Luc ... gIn9kqQqak

Confucius: "Life leads the thoughtful man on a path of many windings. Now the course is checked, now it runs straight again. Here winged thoughts may pour freely forth in words, there the heavy burden of knowledge must be shut away in silence. But when two people are at one in their inmost hearts, they shatter even the strength of iron and bronze. And when two people understand each other in their inmost hearts, their words are sweet and strong, like the fragrance of orchids."

Confucius: "The superior man abides in his room. If his words are well spoken, he meets with assent at a distance of more than a thousand miles. How much more than from near by? If the superior man abides in his room and his words are not well spoken, he meets with contradiction at a distance of more than a thousand miles. How much more then from near by? Words go forth from one's own person and exert their influence on men. Deeds are born at hand and become visible far away. Words and deeds are the hinge and bowspring of the superior man. As hinge and bowspring move, they bring honor or disgrace. Through words and deeds the superior man moves heaven and earth. Must one not, then, be cautious?"

T'ung Jen - I Ching - Hexagram 13: http://www.wisdomportal.com/IChing/Hexagram13.html