MYSTERY / DARKNESS
Steeping in Reflection
The mystery of our eternal being becomes so alluringly palpable when we allow the intoxicating force of mystery, as its own unique essence, to deeply engulf us. To morph with this vision of a full-bodied engulfment and enact a oneness with the muse of mystery, there lies a modern-day twist, one not yet detected or deemed as important, nor comfortably admitted to, hindering our authentic communion with elemental mystery.
What is becoming so increasingly prevalent is a stream of consciousness enabling a blockage in our potential to possess and play with the great unknown vault of mysterious energy swirling through the mystic layers of earth and our cells. It is as though we have left all our doors, windows, drawers, gates and passwords wide open and unlocked for all to run rampage with and rummage through, so many others spewing their eyes all over our sacred lives, creeping on the veils of our personal expedition through life. The reasons for this weakened state of addiction to the other are a plenty, although let us instead go full circle and explore our responsibility first and foremost to protect ourselves, in order to protect our friend mystery, in order to feel the depths of darkness, in order to reflect from an uninfluenced and unencumbered channel, in order to bloom with dedication to our self, in an effort to loose dependence on the external in its many forms of falsity, hollowness, triviality and facade. Let us gather our tools, our curiosity, our willingness to drop ego and justification, and open ourselves to re-discover the necessity of mystery, darkness and reflection from the seeds of a truly mysterious internal plain.
Mystery as we perceive it is simply defined as something that is difficult or impossible to understand or explain. And yet mystery encapsulates something far wilder and wider than this simplistic ideal. Mystery is a part of our life force, a critical current that is so readily neglected in the pursuit of knowing, showing, sharing and trying to remedy feelings of being misunderstood with being understood. When we begin to engage with and sustain true mystery in our lives and our selves we activate a sense of elusive wholeness with the bigger picture, and we unravel from the day to day micro view to a universally macro view. We embrace a fluid approach to the whole cosm, beyond humanness, beyond the critical, co-dependent, systematic and social approach which currently governs our living. We expand into a horizon that rarely sets to the pulse of others.
So what does this really mean in terms of integrating mystery into our lives, in a world where mystery is becoming a rarity? You see, mystery is ever present and thriving regardless of whether we are attuned to see, hear or feel with clarity and presence. So the matter at hand is not mystery and what mystery is doing, where mystery is found or how we can compound this gem into a commodity by articulating and rationalizing its many faces. Instead, the matter at hand is ourselves and how we are engaging with the world around us.
To nurture true mystery and tend to this abstract relationship, we must unravel our personal experience and connection with mystery, for we are the component either deactivating or activating mystery into our being. Mystery does not just lay in the unknown realms of the Universe that we as humans do not have answers, comprehension or understanding of. Mystery also forms and lives deep within us, in our bones, in our bodies, in our love, in our creativity, in all that we view and experience and attend too. Mystery plays a vital role in our human life force and in our full bodied-ness, signifying a key ingredient in our expansion as holy humans and beyond.
And yet, in this modern world, we possess with great dedication many weapons that diminish the flow of mystery. We can now witness this very obviously as the collective blatantly abandon mystery in a pursuit of security, safety, community, success, acceptance and even inspiration and connection.
To specifically spot light some examples we can see in potent quantity the external validation that humans are seeking through social media, where the curation and sharing of one’s life is ultimately taking one away from living one’s life, resulting in the absence of mysteriousness. Authenticity is not something that can be boxed and cultivated in an online world that relies on leaving the moment to capture the moment to share the moment. The lack of presence in our lives, our surroundings and with our loved ones, is a direct hindrance to the beautiful mystery that lives and breathes within these bonds. Our legitimacy weakens when we are so far removed from simply being.
We see people’s perspectives, and holidays, and beach days, and ceremonies, and outfits, and anxieties and lunches before we even have an opportunity to experience these for ourselves. We are simultaneously enabling this cycle of over-sharing to continue through our participation, whilst also depriving ourselves and each other of figuring out what we like and dislike by way of direct experience, as opposed to someone else’s second-hand recount. The mystery is being sucked right out of the world, and all of our first-time opportunities to see something, read something and feel something out for ourselves are being premeditated and pre-empted and peer reviewed. Let us promise to keep mystery alive and safe from the digital world. Let us consider the ways in which sharing our lived experiences are in fact taking away from someone else’s first-time experience. No longer are our minds coated with a sense of unknown, instead they are bombarded with imagery of destinations, both physically and emotionally, that are someone else’s.
Meanwhile the pursuit of sharing these experiences is partially if not fully disconnecting one from these exact experiences in a pursuit to share these experiences. And away we go on a merry go round, that is not so merry after all, because we have deprived ourselves of our god given gift to be elusively free, in our self, and to experience the magical mysteries and the mundane mysteries and the vast spectrum of life the way nature lovingly intended; unobstructed and presently.
Whole lives are being externally validated more than one can truthfully justify. Announcements are made when we are having a break from online worlds to connect with real life, as though we are living through alternate realities and thriving through pixels, before connecting with tangible life before our eyes. We are taking holidays from online worlds that don’t even exist, that we in fact created and control. These holidays are supposed to allow us to drop into real life, the real life that we have become disconnected from in an attempt to become more connected. Our life experiences are being rushed, they are being liked and followed like trashy magazines, and yet we are the individuals responsible for belittling our sacred journey to a daily exhibition through our participation. We are leaving very little room to grow mysteriously and elusively in our own direction, on our own, like the strong and grounded beings that the Universe believes us to be. Over stimulated and controlled in so many directions, and yet incapable of getting lost, with maps, google and WIFI strapped to our minds. And meanwhile so painfully under stimulated in our ability to simply be, without an audience, without contact, without an urge to share.
As we engage with these strands of social media, our lives are being manipulated, our minds are morphing into a tailored matrix as we condition ourselves into a phase of disconnect. While we meander and experiment with these perceived advancements we must bring our awareness back to how much they in fact comprise mystery, for we cannot fully exist within these online worlds without compromising and loosing many strands of mystery. And with the rate that our society is engaging, regardless of how conscious one deems their participation to be, we are truly becoming deficient in our mysterious ways.
Mystery does not live online, in status updates, captions, timelines and filters.
Mystery requires presence, attention to detail, sharpened senses, alert glistening eyes.
Mystery requires our full-bodied assertiveness and awareness to fully taste the flavours of the physical and ethereal moments bursting before us. Nothing can burst before us, when we are holding a screen between us and the flavours.
Mystery seeks soul-itude, mystery seeks soaring dreams, uninfluenced and aligned with deep soul.
Mystery encourages us to be able to find complete joy, utter contentment, ecstasy, confidence and wonder within, from our own unique voice, from our own profound heart, first and foremost and forever.
Mystery asks of us to trust this position, to lay bare bodied in this stance, and trust that we need nothing but what our senses can feel without disruption.
Let us be reminded that mystery is not separate from us as human beings, although as human beings we have every power to block this whimsical channel by distracting ourselves in structured realms that mystery cannot co-exist with. Mystery is waiting to co-create through us, via our presence and attention, and the catch is, more often than not, when mystery is flourishing with us in full aliveness, awe, miracle and sheer beauty, it truly cannot be shared with immediacy via intangible forms.
Mystery works in a timeless space, at a pace where human time constraints and expectations have dissipated. Mystery enters us from nothingness, leaves us from nothingness, and the volume in between is full of sacred symbolism, magic, enchantment, synchronicity, phenomenon, elated sensation and endless imaginings gone wild. It really is an insult to disrespect such an integral co-creation process with a fragmented mind set, that interrupts the universal flow with disguised intentions of “sharing”, “inspiration”, “remembering”, “community”, “educating”, “building my business” etc. etc. These justification masks love disrupting mystery, they are troublesome and addictive little ego-tripping excuse makers that adore showing face when we are posting our lives away.
If we can acknowledge that we are the chief vessel, responsible for and able to unlock our own ability to engage clearly and creatively with mystery, then we can no longer turn our backs on the means in which we are neglecting to tend to the flow of mystery in our lives. Despite mystery being a concept of intangible energetic allure, a word to describe those moments not necessarily understood or articulable, we have the opportunity to meet this force with cooperation rather than dismissal, especially when we honour that all of the most profound ideas and visions are birthed not in the external stampedes of social order, but inside the seeds of mystery. For mystery offers us a direct channel into the heart of all the wonders of the world, to the diverse facets of our inner creative muse and to the shades of our individual vision. This is not a frequency that we need disturb in an attempt to cultivate connection, especially when the most valuable piece of mystery is its ability to connect us with an infinite web of interstellar connected-ness.
From this refined foundation, you are now invited to free dive a little deeper, into the depths where man-made distractions have dissolved. Here, nothing artificial is luring your attention and instead your intuition is on fire and your breath is the most trusted compass. Here, you are alone in your human form, or maybe with one or two real life beloved companions. Here, you suddenly awaken to the idea that no one actually cares where you are or what you are doing, because hopefully they are busy caring about what they are doing. You let out a huge sigh of relief. A weight has lifted.
The waters that engulf your body are so unfamiliar to you and yet here you are resting again like a seed in the womb. It is mysterious terrain to be diving through and yet life suddenly feels balanced again. All the components are present for you to grow beautifully, slowly, humbly, uniquely and naturally, and most prominently mysteriously. Just as it should, a peacefulness rests in your heart. You have found your capacity to experience bliss again, via the vortex of mystery, that you had disconnected from amass the modern world.
There, bobbing in the distance, is a reflection, your very own, and you suddenly remember this calm and clear and focused version of yourself that is smiling with wisdom. For in this mysterious meeting point, in the depths of the dark waters, it is you who illuminates the oceans eyes, it is you who glows with energy, and most profoundly it is you who has no desire to capture any of this, for any other eyes. Instead you have reignited a powerful and burning desire to simply live, to be alive in this moment and let it saturate your every cell. Here you are meeting the depths of your own mystic eyes.
From the dim, mysterious and glistening waters of the deep dark underworld, where you have dived your way into a new and infinite abyss, you begin to see less, do less, move less, and surrender more and more to the darkness that is overcoming your being. A darkness that above the ocean is avoided at all costs, and yet here in this re-framed way of seeing, darkness is the savior, the container for all your seeds to grow forth, with time, presence patience and protection.
To sustain a truthful inner mystery, we must tend protectively to the ripples of light that we both catch and emanate. Sometimes this entails turning off all the lights and diving deep into intentional darkness, with an understanding that any germination process requires an approach that is personal, and by far not one for public eyes. Similar to our journey through the watery deepness of a free dive, we can draw a parallel to our current emergence from the seasonal compression of Winter, a vault always full of new findings, that can only be unlocked by way of these moody months, where darkness wraps itself on the shores of our lives with shorter days and a bittersweet cold that wrenches our skins in all sorts of directions.
As a society we are ingrained with a reactive sensibility to the word and idea of darkness; an un-desirable attribute or mind set to be in, depression, sadness, inability to experience happiness or a state that cannot co-exist with a high vibration. Although darkness is ironically a much more complex and diverse cauldron than meets the mainstream eye, it is a melody just as euphoric as light, and if anything, equally necessary for our healthy growth as humans and multi-dimensional beings, a complimentary force to any high vibrational field.
The chapters of our stories without light should not be shamed for they still thrive with vitality in their connected-ness to the ever-present life line of fluctuation. Lives boldly and fearlessly lived will stretch through the entire spectrum of light and are inclusive of the vortex of darkness. Whatever this translates to mean between your unique foot prints is something undeniably your own, and really entwines very closely with mystery. It is in the dark soils of the earth that all seeds start, and it is in the dark of the night that all stars shine, and we don’t really truly comprehend how, it is something largely, mysteriously, beautiful that we accept with wonder filled eyes.
As we re-learn to nurture ourselves, just as the seasons nurture the land, and drop into life with such penetration that distraction becomes a repulsive hindrance, we begin to venture through redefined trials and tunnels that are dimly lit and darker than we imagined. We purposely loose ourselves a little, to find ourselves a lot, by way of allowing oneself to disappear into the distance, without public announcement. We boldly release the necessity to show and tell, and rather relish in the control we innately carry to be wild creatures.
Take time for your life, your dreams, your love; unannounced to the world and beyond the container of the popular trend of self-care, where instead you plummet through a dedicated drawn out period of re-calibration, beating ever so closely to darkness. From this vast canvas you are able to sculpt yourself through unknown spaces, treading the circumference of black voids, without any warning necessary, as you lead yourself along leading edges, as the leader and the ledge. Light is not mandatory here, spoken or preached about, but instead the seeds of wild wisdom are the horses pulling the ancient cart of wildness back into your reigns of personal responsibly.
Our senses become heightened in these gestation periods, our emotions are flexed and develop with grand magnitude, and we are enabled to exist fuller than ever before. We become rebelliously elusive, for we abandon all the constraints and expectations placed on us to be and respond and engage and engross our self in every other way than we truly, innately desire. Here we rather morph into an invisible stance, and without further ado we slink into the silky shadows, sweeping through the breeze, our canopy of dreams, all of our delights and agitations swirling through the trees to meet the weightless seas. From the darkness we learn to master our own sense of mystery, as we escape all the others, and allure the inner.
As we approach the oncoming of Spring, and we skip with excitement through all the blossoming streets, eager to walk and talk and dance and prance, let us always take a piece of mystery and a piece of winter with us; as a tool for inward reflection, protectiveness of our ideals, ourselves, our dreams and our growth and most importantly as a gateway to the critical parts of our evolution that are mysteriously and uniquely our own to cherish; in the chamber of dark nights, womb wisdom and moon shadows.
Let us also swear a little oath together to not let the peak come before the plunge; meaning we vow to value our experience, integrate our experience, remember our experience, before seeking or sharing outwardly. We vow to call back the parts of our fragmented minds that have been influenced by outside sources and protect these salvaged pieces of ourselves that we have unconsciously neglected while trying to keep up with the tidal waves of intangible realities. In this nook of newness and maybe even unfamiliarity, our conditioned aversion to take the time we singularly need to sew and seed and strengthen our sense of belonging within, is highlighted. We are challenged in this sentiment to not preach before deep progress has been heeded, to marinate for seasons upon seasons, to fully ride our own vessel, attentively, consciously and with self-controlled integrity.
As we near the end of this riddle of mystery and darkness we come to a lullaby that rests so gently in the core of our solar breath. Still silence meets and melds with soul song and a voice pierces the heavens and ether as our shared divination and discovery is unruly with vigor. We can see clearly again an opportunity to gift ourselves back to a state of being that we so quickly compromised in our complacent attitudes towards life in the 21st century. We understand surrender is imperative to the process of natural necessity. We can visualize a rewiring taking place, a rewinding, a rewilding, a redefining, of our approach to experiencing life above sharing our life. We trace a line that floats us metaphysically, and mysteriously, beside the whales and the sugar gliders and the glow worms, inside the seed of our soul-itude, full to the brim on a voyage that is traveled far beneath and beyond an organized, categorized and over shared society.
There is a great orb that holds all seeds
There is a vast lake on the horizon where dreams are swimming
There is a pearl of wisdom at the core of creation
The magnitude of these mysteries sweep before my soul
My silhouette hangs mysteriously like the stars and jewels of night
Oneness breaches from the hollows of the world
I am, as elusive as the invisible eyes in the sky