On the Mystic’s Path: Part One

On The Mystic’s Path: part one

When I was a kid I had a mystical experience.

Actually I can remember 3. I might have had more but those really set me on a path.

Not that that’s really important. But sometimes when I’m meditating, when I’m having trouble sitting still, there’s a trick I can do. I can just try to recall those events and put my mind back into exactly those states. It works every time.

But, I’ll start earlier.

I was born with epilepsy. As a child I had to take medication or I would have seizures in which I would lose all control of myself and fall on the floor. I never remembered these seizures, by the way.

Around the age of 7, I think, I got better. Some people have childhood epilepsy that goes away and some people have it all their lives. So, I haven’t been medicated for it since then.

But, when I was 19, I had pneumonia and I had to go to the hospital for 4 days. While I was there I had seizures three times. The doctors said that something like a really high fever could cause me to have seizures, even though I wasn’t technically epileptic anymore. It didn’t seem significant at the time, but that’s, I think, when the path that led me to meditation practice started. When I was 19. That’s when I started really getting serious about exploring.

Anyway, why would this matter?

I’m glad you asked.

Something occurred to me. I know a lot of people who practice Buddhism and other similar spiritual paths. I like that I have met them and I enjoy spending time with them a lot.

But it occurred to me that they aren’t like me.

Spirituality is not a passing interest for me. The mystical path is a huge part of my life. I’m spending a whole lot of my free time either meditating in different styles or studying. Most of what I’m studying is Buddhism, but I’m exploring other mystical paths as well.

So, I was wondering. Am I a ‘devout Buddhist’? Is that even a thing?

I don’t have faith, not in the same way that fundamentalists do. Doubt is a virtue in Buddhism. I don’t engage in so much study and practice because I feel like I’m supposed to. I do it because I like to.

I call myself a Mystic because just calling myself a Buddhist doesn’t quite explain it.

Anyway, to tie it together.

I was reading an article about Shamanism by Terrence Mckenna. He was writing about how Shamans were found in ancient societies. Epilepsy was one of the ways.

He said this:
“In archaic societies where shamanism is a thriving institution, the signs are fairly easy to recognize: oddness or uniqueness in an individual. Epilepsy is often a signature in preliterate societies, or survival of an unusual ordeal in an unexpected way. For instance, people who are struck by lightning and live are thought to make excellent shamans. People who nearly die of a disease and fight their way back to health after weeks and weeks of an indeterminate zone are thought to have strength of soul. Among aspiring shamans there must be some sign of inner strength or a hypersensitivity to trance states.”

So, if I had been born in one of these ancient societies, then when my epilepsy had emerged, I meant have been trained to be a shaman. Maybe I should have been.

Shamans are practically universal in ancient religions. They pre-date priests. It’s one who is said to have feet in both worlds, the world of men and the world of spirits. Or the worlds of form and void.

A shaman was one who would gain insight by entering trance states.

So, where am I going with this?

I started calling myself a mystic because I thought Buddhist just didn’t say enough.

A mystic is a spiritual seeker, one who is looking for oneness or transcendence.

I had some of these transcendent experiences as a kid, just like the Buddha did before his Enlightenment. That might be why his story really inspired me in the first place.

It makes me wonder if I’m more prone to transcendent experiences than most people are because of who I am.

And if my love for meditation and other spiritual practices is because of who I am too.

My Zen teacher said he thinks I probably generated good karma in a prior life and that gives me a good grasp of the dharma. (I’m not sold on the idea of past lives)

Maybe that’s not correct.

Maybe I have a good grasp of the dharma because my mind was opened when I was a kid by epileptic seizures. I suspect that’s what the shamans would say if they were here.

the Metta Sutta

This is what should be done
By one who is skilled in goodness,
And who seeks the path of peace:
Let them be able and upright,
Straightforward and gentle in speech.
Humble and not conceited,

Contented and easily satisfied,
with few responsibilities and easy going,
grounded, and not impulsive;
not chasing status

And not doing the slightest thing
which is denounced by the Wise in others
May they have happiness and peace;
May all beings be happy in themselves

Whatever living beings there are
fearful or fearless – without remainder
Huge, large,
medium, small. Fine or coarse.

Seen or unseen,
Remote or living nearby,
Born or seeking birth:
May all beings be happy in themselves

Let none deceive another,
Or despise any being in any state.
Let none through anger or ill-will
Wish harm upon another.

Like a mother’s own child,
[she will] protect that only child with her life
Thus for all beings should
the heart become infinite

Radiating kindness over the entire world
Spreading upwards to the skies,
And downwards to the depths;
Outwards and unbounded,
Freed from hatred and ill-will.

Standing, or going, or seated, or lying down,
as long as one is free from drowsiness,
one should practice this mindfulness.
This, they say, is the holy state here.

Not falling into views,
ethical and with perfect vision
Having given up greed for sensory pleasures,
freed without doubt from birth.