Midweek Mysticism: The end of the road?
When I was six or seven I encountered death for the first time. I found my pet budgerigar stiff in the sawdust at the bottom of his cage.
I was both devastated and fascinated. I could see he was dead because something mysterious had left his body.
Later I called this, personage because it was what made him who he was. And now it had vanished. The aliveness was gone.
Much later I had the same experience when both my father and mother passed away.
My psychology professor refused to expand on the topic because, he said, it was a religious thing, not psychological.
I couldn’t see the difference. If personage doesn’t impinge on psychology what does? I think he was a little scared of death, as so many people are.
Determined to get to the bottom of the mystery I sought out the people who were equally fascinated by it. The first was a psychologist, the great Carl (C.G) Jung who led me into, first, mythology and then mysticism, all through his voluminous writings which have lasted well.
But I wanted more. I had read many mystical books in which some advanced souls had experienced “death in life”, that is to say mystical (spiritual) experiences, including out-of-body states.
Later I went through the gamut of such experiences myself, all within the context of a normal life. These were always given not self-induced, although years of reading and practice must have played a part. I think life will deliver what you ask for, if you make the right preparations.
All this has confirmed what has always been believed — better, known — by advanced souls and mystical adventurers: that death is not what it seems.
It is much more interesting than that.
Coming soon to a bookseller near you: Practical Mysticism: A different way of looking at the world.