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High Mysticism
Forging an individual path to healing the collective.
When I close my eyes, I see darkness.
That’s it.
When I imagine things, I’m not “seeing” anything. Instead, it’s more of a knowing rapidly translated into a stream of words that are classified as “thoughts”.
I can tell you, without needing to look at it, what something looks like, but I’m not “seeing” it in my mind’s eye. I just “know” what it looks like and I tell the story of it.
In my head, it’s all words.
You might have seen a post about aphantasia going around recently. It’s that.
And it’s actually not a big deal.
I know, I know, weird lead, but it’s relevant.
Because I’m a mystic, and so much of mystical language revolves around “Vision” and “Seeing,” and in mystical terms, I can’t. Not with the “eyes of the Soul” anyway.
And yet, I’m still a mystic.
I still have deeply moving experiential mystical experiences. It’s a series of bodily sensations. Deep knowings. Internal intuitive alchemical transformations.
Followed by a story. Sometimes short. Sometimes, radically life altering.
