... for it's in language itself!
Let us look, for example, at the Latin root for the word fascinate which means “to bewitch, or to charm.”
To be entranced. To be absorbed. To be put under a spell of magic, you see.
But let's simplify it still.
I defy you: if there were not magic, then why do we have this word "magic"! Why do we speak of "magic"? How is it we attend magic shows, and have people performing as magicians?
There is no magic? See how in saying this you have already admitted its existence! For tell me, how can something be said to "not be" unless it exists to be doubted?
We say "it is not." But there "it" is!
Don’t be fooled now; I am not tricking you.
Haven’t you ever fallen for a magic trick? Don’t you know the way it made you feel?
Well there you have it, so it exists.
Let me help you still; I will tell you just what it is.
Magic is wonder ... it is to witness something that according to all your notions is impossible... your thought structures about reality clash with your sensed experience... everything you have built up as knowledge shakes, and deep in the mind this registers as a jolt of excitement and nervous energy, for there is capacity now to learn ... the imagination begins to spin, grasping for an answer but failing immediately to find one...
You know magic.
It is often said we love to be fooled. We love to be tricked and amazed. I tell you this love comes from a sense of wonder, a sense that anything is possible. It frees us for just a moment of every oppressive, conforming, and repressing thought we’ve constructed and limited ourselves within our lifetime. To throw away the sack of prejudices and opinions and ideas that drag behind us and learn to see the life around us.
You know what I mean -- the laws, the principles, the morality, the conventions.
These things make smart men of us and yet we desire to fool and be fooled. To become twice a child, to wonder, whether we are truly seeing something new, and for the first time.
And magic is indeed to see something for the first time.
Want the secret?
Everything we see, there it is for the first time.
It's all magic.
You just have to open your eyes to see it.
And when you do so, you are tilling the soil of your mind, aerating it and preparing it to bring forth new life.
And as to that man who wrote saying there is no such thing as magic, as though he knew as much about it as he did of other subjects on which he has written, why, my nephew would have written better!
It is interesting how much we take for granted in this life yet we really don't know how much we take for granted exactly.
Take love for instance. We love in a multiplicity of different ways, but of course the most physical showing of love is just that, physical touch.
When we love one another we kiss them, we hug them, and if we are especially infatuated we have sexual relationships.
Now, many mystics have drawn attention to the point I will now make. The scientists, if they have not “proven” this, have at least rationalized this in theory as well.
Do you know that it is impossible to touch someone? You, first of all, are not feeling them but rather the “feeling” is yours; your sensations from your nerve impulses in response to the other person's stimulus. Moreover, in the realm of physics, it is said that an atom, made up of the sub-atomic particles protons neutrons and electrons, themselves weigh such an infinitesimal amount in the already super small size of an atom, but even in this ever so small atom most of its size is empty space.
In that all of your being is made up of these atoms, and that all of your atoms is mostly empty space when you touch someone it is only one empty space encountering another empty space.
Of course, this is all “mysticism”, whether by spiritual guru or scientist, it doesn't really matter for the definition of mysticism is simply a journeying through that which mystifies us. An understanding or a conclusion to something that we don't know.
There is nothing mystical about mysticism or being a mystic. The most common form of a mystic is actually a magician. Magicians don't perform real magic since there is no such thing as magic, what they do instead is present you with a different perspective. They show you a different way of looking at things.
A “paradigm shift”, if we want to over-glorify it.
Now, a scientist is actually different from a mystic, since a scientist tries to show you reality. a mystic presents you with an illusion. The Mystic doesn't purposefully delude you with this illusion, but shows you how you made the illusion yourself.
You are a part of the act, you are the one who bought your ticket to the show. Not suspending your disbelief like at the movies, wanting entertainment to be brought to you. At the magic show you can’t help but try your hardest to one-up the magician; trying to “catch the Illusion”.
Of course you can’t “catch” the illusion; in order for you to know the trick, you’d have to be in on the game.
You’d have to be a magician yourself.
You’d have to know the tricks.
Spirituality, the feeling of “oneness”, non-duality, god-nature, buddha-nature…
...are all “tricks”.
They are nothing but prestige and illusion to make you feel good.
Now you might ask where is the reality?
Well just remember…
There’s no such thing as magic.
So you're going on a capital-S "Spiritual Journey", eh?
Well send me a postcard when you get there.
..."I" know where you're goin'
...but you don't.
How is it that you are going on a Spiritual Journey and you don't even know where you're going?
or that "I" have that knowledge and you don't even?
If no one has told you by now, or you haven't figured it out for yourself, let me give it to you here:
You can have any experience that you want.
You can enter into any state that you want.
(I think somebody on this site said just that.)
[I'll try my best to find the link and put it here, but as a bit of free pub. I'll just tell you to look around this site for it. You might even find something cool you weren't expecting.]
But back to the point,
How is it that you haven't even done just a little bit of introspection to find out what you want?
Isn't that like the first thing the guys with the robes and the hair tell you?
I don't mean to go on you,
It's just that this whole scene is dangerous.
You might think why that is?
You have the potential to drop a bombshell that will destroy everything around you.
It can even destroy "you" if you're not careful.
But if you are "careful" you won't be destroyed.
Though you will be destroyed if you are careless.
Obviously same goes for anything else. If you are careless to the point where you stick a pair of scissors into an electrical outlet, you can fill in the blanks.
The Spiritual Journey will wind up killing everything you know and love...
So why do you feel so compelled to go on it?
Something bigger than yourself is working.
Which is interesting since that thing that is bigger than you "is" you.
You will reach your destination when you reconcile the differences between yourself and everything else.
Of course things will never be the same...
...but they will be "always".
The final sleep.
It’s hard not to get carried away in the magnitude of it all.
But you don’t know death. You’re not getting carried away by anything you know, but by your imagination. Don’t allow yourself to become confused about what death is in your ignorance. Let’s look at it a bit, and perhaps we will learn a few things about its true nature.
Here is something that may surprise you: you already know what it’s like to die. You already know what it’s like to be dead. To be dead is to not be alive. Or, more accurately, to not perceive yourself as alive. You are always alive, and always will be, in one sense. The matter that makes you has always been here, and will remain until the end of all things, should that time ever come. Yet you only started living once you became aware of it, once you realized that a certain packet of matter was you, and was alive. So to be dead is not to disappear, or to vanish. It is simply to cease to recognize that you are here.
Before you were born you did not recognize you were here. Done. Easy. You have been dead for so long before you came alive and it was no issue to you. Every night you go to sleep you are dead to yourself. You cease to be aware of your life. This is death.
That part of your brain which creates life has been turned off, and returns in the morning. While other parts of your brain may continue to run and function, so long as you do not know it, you are experiencing death. Another person may look at you and say you are alive, but to yourself you are truly dead.
This means that our concept of life is different than the experience of being alive. We say a plant is alive, but a plant does not experience it’s own life. A plant is dead already to itself.
Organisms are not alive or dead, because this thing we call life is merely consciousness, or sensation. The extent to which we are conscious is the extent to which we are alive, and death as we know it is just the end of consciousness.
Death is not a gaping, terrifying, demon. It is a very small and quiet fellow, who will not take you, but let you release yourself when you are ready.
As peaceful as an afternoon nap.
What is, and what is not
What was, once was what will be, and now is not.
That which shall be...
If you know what shall be, it is already in the past.
It is said that the future looks bright, with that which is whiteness and lightless, that power of which is so fully formed it cannot be gazed upon,
but if that is so, then where is the beauty if it cannot be seen?
Naked eye for naked eye,
the future is but a trick of light and shadow; a conjuring trick by an Illusionist.
It is said that the future looks dim, but even more so than dim...
Black. Darkness. Abyss.
That which is black is fullness in its entirety. A space that spans the entire volume. Yet it is called emptiness.
By whom is this fullness called emptiness? Those who care not to seek out sights and wonders yet still do by the masses; filling unfulfilled; matched rituals, the come one’s, they come, all.
Do you know? or do you not know?
The question is thus, but a question still remains.
Why do you want to question?
So you do want a problem after all.
To seek happiness, you do not want to seek it. Finding is for those who want to find, and seeking or those who want to seek; only a crossroads at a juncture,
you’ll go your way and I’ll go mine,
nary the twain shall meet.
It is said that the body needs discipline. It is to keep the soul intact; for without the form that is formless will be crushed.
What will it crush if it has no form? The crushing will be for the form that is, the substance, the matter, the body.
Putting the body on the line, the bearer of sins, olives and skull paths lead body in passion; to save the sins of not sinless souls but souls who never needed the glory of sin in the beginning. For he who loved the world so much, he had forgotten, his son, in detriment if not in folly.
To seek pleasure is to seek pain; you recoil at the statement but that part of you which knows the truth cannot be silenced.
It will speak for evermore and long lasting, if the chance is given.
A crack of the window and the cold hawkish air rushes in with import and haste.
When it gazes upon itself in the glass, darkly upon darkness, and all is darkness; but emptiness...
will it see; face to face
subsuming both self and other, and another with time for tomorrow, and tomorrow
Is tipped into this dulled place today.
But are you sure it will come? Your questions need answers, but which one comes first?
Do not think that a question begs an answer, an answer can perfectly well beg
for a question, it thanks you very much for the opportunity to take leave and go elsewhere.
Leaving you with neither the question that was asked before, and now no answer certainly remains
Though, face to face, in part...
You should know then,
as the I is now known.