The great act of spiritual sewing, in making the two one — the microcosm as the macrocosm — is in making one’s life a living myth.
Just as great religious systems and mythologies explain to us, in stories, figures that perfectly embody transcendent truths, the Great Work of our own lives is to let the below — us on Earth — perfectly reflect the Above.
This is like becoming a living art form. In this way, all things, all beings, and existence itself, becomes art — for what is art but meaning, an etheric, spiritual, and/or emotional essence, contained within a symbol? What is art but a stairway to transcendence, the physical art form itself the first step towards the nonphysical essence being embodied in that vessel?
What is the spiritual lens of living but to see that all physicality is animated by a hidden, subtle, energetic reality? What can one do but be taken by beauty and awe in the wake of that epiphany, that all physicality is a living metaphor for a reality just above it, contained within it, permeating it and filling it? That we are both of those realities, and that they are beautiful?
The realization of the Kingdom of Heaven that already surrounds us, perhaps, is not a great transfiguration, but is merely a shift in perspective — to see what is already there in front of us, hidden in plain sight. The Kingdom is contained within, a spiritual center of loving observation, for there alone is true bliss.
Perhaps, then, the Midas Touch and healing power of Spirit, and those awakened, is merely in observation — to awaken the self to the Self. To become aware of that which you already, and truly, are.
Perhaps the power of forgiveness isn’t such a Herculean task with this perspective. Perhaps forgiveness is instinctive, a reflex, already there, for one who uses this lens, for to see another living being for the truth of their higher essence is to already see them as good — effortlessly. And perhaps we all need someone like this in our lives, for to be witnessed in this way, for the truth of our being, is to be granted an opportunity to become that. It is redemption, a second chance, contained within the power of simply being observed for the truth of our hearts.
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 