“There is a quest that calls me, in nights when I am lone. The need to ride where the ways divide, the Known from the Unknown. I mount what thought is near me and soon I reach the place, the tenuous rim where the Seen grows dim, and the Sightless hides its face. I have ridden the winds. I have ridden the sea. I have ridden the moon and the stars. I have set my feet in the stirrup seat, of a comet coursing mars. And everywhere. Through the earth and air. My thought speeds lightings-shod. It comes to a place where with checking pace. It cries, beyond, lies God.” -Young Rice

The undercurrent of mysticism renews hope in this world. Just as there are great waters flowing beneath the grains of sand in the Sahara, so too does there exist something good and alive flowing through society. Despite all of the secularity, conflict, schisms, and hatreds in the world, this ubiquitous river manages to rejuvenate us. It is not always apparent, but we can feel its presence should we open ourselves to it.

Let us start with a story from the Grand Expedition of the Moonlit Forest. There was a group of explorers going through the bush and the wood of the forest until they came across a clearing with many plots of flowers; many of which were species that none of them had seen before. The explorers were fascinated by the intricately laid out pattern of flora and hypothesized that there must be a gardener who responsible for this field. They decided to stay and watch for a week, but no one came. Anxious to figure out this mystery, they surrounded the garden with a wire fence. Their efforts were fruitless and another week went by without the caretaker paying a visit. The fields were as pristine as when they were first discovered, so the explorers remained adamant that the gardener must be sneaking in and caring for the fields secretly, away from their sight. They set up their best surveillance equipment and even electrified the fence and entrances, but another week went by without the expected visitor. The gardens continued to appear maintained, yet the plot could not be resolved. To this day, there are those that make pilgrimage to gaze at the beauty of the Invisible Gardener’s work.

Beneath all of the superficial aspects of our lives, there is the search for something transcendent. There are a few indications of this hidden mystical undercurrent. Psychonauts explore the expanse of their subconscious to connect with it. Astronauts gaze at the stars to determine events of the past in attempt to explain it. Argonauts sailed the seas in their efforts to retrieve it. Even in derivative art, like the image below, where you can’t immediately tell whether it is an ape infected with Network Spirituality or a manifestation of Network Spirituality in the form of an ape; there is a revelation that the concreate order does not satisfy.

There is an appeal to something subjective. The late Rabbi Hertzberg, also a Professor of History at Columbia University, said that he was getting tired of the scurrying for relevance. The need to get involved socially, while important, has a tendency to create more chaos than unity when left to its own devices. The Wall Street Journal later added that the purpose of religion ought to be to give us something transcendent. To bring us love and understanding, both of God and neighbor. Even the institutional critics against formalized religion, claim that they should not become so formalized that they lose the spirit. There is a desire for something more spiritual. There is a mystical yearning in our civilization, but what or who exactly are we looking for? It is the intersections of time and the timeless; the contemplative and the active that we can search for an answer. The model is the mountain of the transfiguration scene. The teacher leading his students down the mountain after they were shown divinity. Instead of making that transient moment permanent by staying, they went down the mountain to the skeptical intelligencia to spread the good word of their endowments. This model is not just an indulgence on the past, or the indulgence of our tawdry activities. This model requires a communication with the divine, and then subsequently bringing it into the mud of the world. Mysticism is the vocation of Moses. It is divine inspired action that is thousands of times more effective than the alternative. Every person is exposed to the divine, we just need to recognize it during our explorations of life. In fact, most of the time, it has a tendency to hide in plain sight. The seasonal being that currently goes by the moniker of Summer, shares her divine inspiration in the trenches of Twitter for Milady and Remilio alike every day. On Milady’s birthday, the community bore witness to Summer in her full glory. Spreading cheer and joy, she reminded all Milady of the divinity in unity.

https://twitter.com/exhalingsummer/status/1562904197795696640?s=20&t=9c3jJx4FfTsN8dLxbGpGNg

At least once in a lifetime, many to some, we are able to bear witness to this mysticism through ourselves and others. If you look closely enough, you will notice the Invisible Gardener waiting to be found inside every soul.

“There is a quest that calls me, in nights when I am lone. The need to ride where the ways divide, the Known from the Unknown. I mount what thought is near me and soon I reach the place, the tenuous rim where the Seen grows dim, and the Sightless hides its face. I have ridden the winds. I have ridden the sea. I have ridden the moon and the stars. I have set my feet in the stirrup seat, of a comet coursing mars. And everywhere. Through the earth and air. My thought speeds lightings-shod. It comes to a place where with checking pace. It cries, beyond, lies God.” -Young Rice

The undercurrent of mysticism renews hope in this world. Just as there are great waters flowing beneath the grains of sand in the Sahara, so too does there exist something good and alive flowing through society. Despite all of the secularity, conflict, schisms, and hatreds in the world, this ubiquitous river manages to rejuvenate us. It is not always apparent, but we can feel its presence should we open ourselves to it.

Let us start with a story from the Grand Expedition of the Moonlit Forest. There was a group of explorers going through the bush and the wood of the forest until they came across a clearing with many plots of flowers; many of which were species that none of them had seen before. The explorers were fascinated by the intricately laid out pattern of flora and hypothesized that there must be a gardener who responsible for this field. They decided to stay and watch for a week, but no one came. Anxious to figure out this mystery, they surrounded the garden with a wire fence. Their efforts were fruitless and another week went by without the caretaker paying a visit. The fields were as pristine as when they were first discovered, so the explorers remained adamant that the gardener must be sneaking in and caring for the fields secretly, away from their sight. They set up their best surveillance equipment and even electrified the fence and entrances, but another week went by without the expected visitor. The gardens continued to appear maintained, yet the plot could not be resolved. To this day, there are those that make pilgrimage to gaze at the beauty of the Invisible Gardener’s work.

Beneath all of the superficial aspects of our lives, there is the search for something transcendent. There are a few indications of this hidden mystical undercurrent. Psychonauts explore the expanse of their subconscious to connect with it. Astronauts gaze at the stars to determine events of the past in attempt to explain it. Argonauts sailed the seas in their efforts to retrieve it. Even in derivative art, like the image below, where you can’t immediately tell whether it is an ape infected with Network Spirituality or a manifestation of Network Spirituality in the form of an ape; there is a revelation that the concreate order does not satisfy.

There is an appeal to something subjective. The late Rabbi Hertzberg, also a Professor of History at Columbia University, said that he was getting tired of the scurrying for relevance. The need to get involved socially, while important, has a tendency to create more chaos than unity when left to its own devices. The Wall Street Journal later added that the purpose of religion ought to be to give us something transcendent. To bring us love and understanding, both of God and neighbor. Even the institutional critics against formalized religion, claim that they should not become so formalized that they lose the spirit. There is a desire for something more spiritual. There is a mystical yearning in our civilization, but what or who exactly are we looking for? It is the intersections of time and the timeless; the contemplative and the active that we can search for an answer. The model is the mountain of the transfiguration scene. The teacher leading his students down the mountain after they were shown divinity. Instead of making that transient moment permanent by staying, they went down the mountain to the skeptical intelligencia to spread the good word of their endowments. This model is not just an indulgence on the past, or the indulgence of our tawdry activities. This model requires a communication with the divine, and then subsequently bringing it into the mud of the world. Mysticism is the vocation of Moses. It is divine inspired action that is thousands of times more effective than the alternative. Every person is exposed to the divine, we just need to recognize it during our explorations of life. In fact, most of the time, it has a tendency to hide in plain sight. The seasonal being that currently goes by the moniker of Summer, shares her divine inspiration in the trenches of Twitter for Milady and Remilio alike every day. On Milady’s birthday, the community bore witness to Summer in her full glory. Spreading cheer and joy, she reminded all Milady of the divinity in unity.

https://twitter.com/exhalingsummer/status/1562904197795696640?s=20&t=9c3jJx4FfTsN8dLxbGpGNg

At least once in a lifetime, many to some, we are able to bear witness to this mysticism through ourselves and others. If you look closely enough, you will notice the Invisible Gardener waiting to be found inside every soul.