When you read the words of a mystic you will experience one of two realities. If you agree with the written message, you will feel a strange sense of familiarity, a distant memory of reading these words before. Like hearing the voice of a long lost lover calling out your name. If you disagree however, the words will stir up the energy to create, to change and respond all on your own. You’ll feel the need to look further in, to investigate, to call upon your inner strength and understanding. You’ll rebel and choose a path of your own.
On one hand the mystics write for no one but themselves. Their words are the result of a deep inner fire, finding its way towards the coolness of paper. They have to write, they are like a hollow flute in the hands of the divine creator. Their writing is the music blown through them and unto the world. They have to write. They are captivated by the forces of creativity. Life is their muse. Each day, each moment, every situation that comes their way. They are just a means to an end. The mystics are a brush painting on an invisible canvas. Their words are not written, they happen, they occur. The mystic is truly nothing more than an instrument for life to write for and to itself.
On the other hand… the mystic writes solely for you. Without you, the mystic would have remained in their silence. Awaiting your thirst for more. Patiently waiting for your yearning soul. Like a blossoming flower awaiting the appearance of the sun. The mystic relates to you, and you alone. Their words are meant to water your curious mind. Urging an emergence from the earth and a blossom into the sky. They wish to offer you the nutrients you might need to bring about change, to offer the necessary inspiration for you to choose awe and wonder.
The mystic writes in absolutes. Life is. Your options are. Religion is. Freedom and truth simply are. They describe reality in black and white yet use every color and hue to describe their experience. Their song covers the entire range of rainbow in sound. They mean to touch you. To stir your soul and awaken your spirit. The mystical writing is not meant to be right or correct. It is meant to be moving. To penetrate into your armor and unto your heart. There’s nothing to understand, no knowledge to keep. Mystical writing is a direct experience of connection. Of a deep friendship between you and yourself.
The mystic is not interested in explaining the truth. They know nothing more than you already know. They have nothing more than you already have. They write of a mysterious world you both share. They write of an enigmatic reality you both seem to touch. They differ with nothing more than the knowing, the experience that they do not know and are miraculously present to an unfolding beauty. They write of a heavenly place where magic resides. A divine abode where life seems to grow with enchanted gestures. The mystics see nothing more than you already see; they offer nothing more than a new perspective. An offering to stop knowing and begin a lifetime of exploration. A journey into the unknown.
When reading the words of a mystic, truly, read with your heart and leave your evaluating mind behind. There’s nothing to assess, nothing to comprehend. Read their words like you would a forbidden poem. A dream within a dream, a fantasy of colors and fairies. Allow their description to tickle your imagination. To provoke your sense of humor and invite you to smile.