As a child, I was fascinated with mysticism. Raised in a determinedly christian family, religon itself seemed little more than a control device. But the lives of the mystics…. that was a central sun for me.
Questions…. so many questions. How was it that an individual could actually hear the voice of God? How was it possible to understand and converse with animals? What understanding and connection did one have to be able to smile, joke, and converse with one’s torturer? …to heal, to levitate one’s body, to develop stigmata, to learn and know things not of this world?
Despite attending a seminary for eighteen months, answers were not forthcoming. Eventually I put the questions on a mental shelf where they could itch in seclusion. Mostly they gathered dust for several decades.
In those intervening years I perused a few religions. Most western christian held little to interest me. Also they were derivations from the catholic church. That august body, I felt, was steeped in control issues and mystery. Sacred Mysteries that were to be accepted as such by the lay person I could very well do without. I wanted answers, and more importantly, experience…. not more mysteries.
Inately, with some small degree of awareness, I knew there were perfectly understandable reasons for everything.
So the years passed. I traveled the States, then realized suddenly that if I saved my money, I could achieve my childhood dream of going to Australia. Within a year I arrived there. It felt more like home than anywhere else I’d been on the planet.
On the island of Tasmania, the first thunderbolt struck. I listened as a friend recounted an out of body event in which he had traveled to another “place” for teachings. Afterwards, of course he had to fill me in on his knowledge of oobs and reincarnation.
This was new to me, groundbreaking and dynamic. Suddenly, the Sacred Mysteries of the catholic church began exploding. It dawned on me; reincarnation explains why one child is born to a starving mother, another to a well to do family; why a child is born deformed… another not. It is the soul’s choice of experience. When the catholic church decided to eliminate mention of reincarnation from the bible, they were left with no other explanation to give, other than “It’s a Sacred Mystery.”
My knowledge that everything in the universe had to make sense and was understandable was becoming a reality. A huge chunk had fallen into place. Now it was up to me to allow my own personal horizons to expand in affiliation with my heart.