Mysticism
A belief in the existence of realities beyond perceptual or intellectual apprehension that are central to being and directly accessible by subjective experience.
The word Mysticism means different concepts to different people. Against my better judgement I am going to share a story with you. It is a boring little story but please bear with me.
A few years ago, when my parents were still just about talking to me, I had a vivid dream. In the dream they had suddenly moved to a small bungalow that was totally square. Pillar box shaped. It had a breezeblock front garden wall that spoilt the property. I noted that it needed to be replaced with a brick wall.
Inside there was a large hall. The kitchen was not really big enough for a table and chair. In the dream my father was telling me that he would like to move a wall and open the kitchen out into the hall but the design of the bungalow prevented this. He had thought of having the Table and chairs in the hall. In the corner of the kitchen behind the door was a large empty glass tank that had no apparent use.
When I woke up I wrote all this and more down. I then dated it and got my wife to read it.
One month later I received a letter from my parents to say they had sold their house in just one week and on an impulse move a hundred miles further north. This would be two hundred miles from me.
In due course we visited the bungalow. It was exactly as I had described in side and out, with a breeze block front wall. We were shown around and within minutes my father started telling us the problem with the kitchen and table. He explained word for word what I had written down. In the end they had brought a very small table and chair set which just fitted in the kitchen that they had by now replaced.
I asked them if there had been a large glass tank when they moved in and gestures to where it would have been, outlying the size. Yes there had been. My mother asked how I knew. I simply said I had a dream. She looked at floor in silence no doubt convinced that I was demonised!
Now this experience was witnessed and verified.
I did not share any more with parents than my knowledge of the glass tank. The unsightly wall has since been replaced with a brick wall.
The only person who I would expect to believe me would be my wife. She has never had a single premonition in her life. I have had many. Because she lives with me she accepts that such things happen.
I am not about to start a new religion or waste time trying to convince others that these things happen. It is simply my experience. It does not in itself cause me to believe in a deity or fate or luck. How or why I had access to such detailed information is open to debate.
Those who are utterly convinced that such an occurrence could not happen will have to find a way of discrediting my story. They will say that until it happens to them, or they are as involved as my wife was, they will continue to be certain that I am a liar. That is exactly how it should be. When people insist that such things are impossible I simply feel sorry for them, that they have not had any similar experiences, that could enrich their understanding and cause them to be more tolerant of others.
I don’t expect anyone reading the story I have related to believe a word of what I have said.
I do not share such happenings with my friends because it would make them feel uncomfortable. If such experiences happened repeatedly to a person, then they would have to accept the reality of their experience, regardless of their beliefs.
This is simply my experience. It is not dangerous or damaging nor does it affect my ability to be logical. I am totally cynical of anything that can not be proved or I can not experience and verify. It does however affect my paradigm or view of how time and mind work. It also means that I do not discount other peoples experiences just because they are not mine. Science has no explanation for my experience - yet!
trevor