I tell myself that I’ll believe when I get a mystical experience of some kind. Maybe I’m waiting for the wrong thing. If God is everywhere, then everything can be a mystical experience, right? Is it me that makes the critical difference? That separates the mystical from the mundane? Is it the interpretation that makes something sacred instead of profane?
Or am I kidding myself here? Is that really just what I did as a Mormon, interpreting everyhting as a mystical experience and therefore as confirmation for my Mormon beliefs. Maybe the problem there was that I was trying to get meaning out of mysticism, to use it like a magic eight-ball instead of simply to experience, to “be still and know that I am God.”
Or maybe I just want a mystical experience so bad that I’m starting to waver and to be willing to label plainly mundane things “mystical” just to avoid the sheer disappointment of God never happening.
This man talks about the mysticism of the mundane. I mostly thought of this because of his description of mystical attainment and its perfect ordinariness.
Tragically, .wmv files don’t play well with my MacBook.
My sympathies. It’s hit and miss for me on my systems, too. You’re in luck. It’s on YouTube as well. If I had known, I would have sent that link first. Sorry. 🙂
I’ll take a look when I get the chance.