I feel that that’s a bold and even presumptuous title for me to proclaim that I am. And yet, it is the truest description of the deep part of me that drives my life, art and relationships.
So there it is. Modern mystic.
I had to look up the definition of “mystic” to satisfy the analytical side of me.
Mystic: a person who seeks by contemplation and self-surrender to obtain unity with or absorption into the Deity or the absolute, or who believes in the spiritual apprehension of truths that are beyond the intellect.
To that description, I give a resounding YES!
I have had several profound experiences with the Divine (God, Jesus, angels…), beginning at a very early age (around 7 or 8 years old) — most of which I never spoke out loud until recently. I kept them to myself when I experienced them. I was very young, very moved and very confused.
But it was through these experiences as well as a deep knowing that there is something more than me — more than all of us — that is both tangible and intangibly mysterious.
I continue to have profound experiences that validate my strong gift of intuition and sensitivity to the unseen.
At the same time, I’m not on a mountain top in flowing white robes. I’m not a professed spiritual healer. I don’t follow one guru, barefoot, to the promised land.
I have a full time job and work in a cubical. I code websites. I have a super crass sense of humor.
I’m both private and open. Writing this post is a stretch of my comfort zone, but I felt that I couldn’t put “modern mystic” in a tagline without somehow clarifying it.
This life is a our playground. We are all spiritual beings, whether or not you’ve had a religion tell you that and whether or not you believe that. But in this playground of life, we’re not meant to transcend the physical — maybe not yet anyway. I have the sense that we’re meant to connect the two — the spiritual and the physical — and fully explore what is in the space between.
That, then, makes us all mystics — in the modern sense.