Perhaps it is the never ending rebel inside that prevented me from fully complying to one group's defined beliefs or dogma. And though associated with many social, political, and religious groups over the years, I never seemed to truly fit in. Even now, while I commend and celebrate the teachings of Christ, I am no longer comfortable with the political and religious implications associated with wearing the label "Christian."
In my active alcoholism, I grew embittered towards the concept of divinity and began calling myself a deist, one who believes God created the world but did not hang around to give a damn and help out afterwards. In beginning a new recovery journey, I was admonished to believe in a "God of my own understanding," a concept blasphemous and antithetical to what I had always thought.
Reason, in my former way of thinking, was an enemy prohibitory of independent thought or permitted only as a means for expanding on truth, based exclusively on prescribed teachings from the Judeo-Christian Bible as the infallible word of God, irrespective of its numerous contradictions, blatant subservience of women, not to mention penchant for racism, genocide, homophobia, and war.
Upon contemplating the "God of my understanding," I discovered new insights leading me to question all I formerly held as absolute. For example, I once taught of a god who judges anyone who disagrees, plays favorites with chosen groups, and issues unreasonable demands no one can hope to attain, but instead, discovered a Universe filled with peace, love, and mystic beauty.
Mystic. Now there is an interesting word. One reserved for saints and sages from days of old. Another antiquated label...but maybe not.
Definitions vary:
"Inspiring a sense of mystery and wonder."
"Immediate consciousness of the transcendent or ultimate reality of God."
"Belief in a Union with Divine nature."
Mysticism is a path, then, that allows, even encourages, creative and expressive spirituality. And if religion is the "opiate of the masses," spirituality is salve for the individual soul, encouraging individual contemplation in thought and transcendent union with spirit or God. Best of all, mysticism is fluid and evolving based on individual experience and understanding, not a fixed system demanding rigid adherence under the threat of eternal condemnation.
My shift in consciousness has been profound, though heretical in the eyes of some. And yet, presence and communion with God, Source, Energy, etc. has never been greater. Mornings (after coffee!) begin with meditations, affirmative prayers, and readings from multiple texts, at times including the Bible. Evenings conclude with breathing exercises and contemplative meditation, amidst a solitary candle light. Interspersed throughout the week are 12-step meetings, spirituality groups, yoga, and some Tia chi.
Community is still important for support and camaraderie but not in the traditional sense of attending religious services. Actually, the spiritual community I attend only has several key tenants all of which involve loving unconditionally, the practice of personal empowerment, and honoring all truth, the very essence of the mystic path.
Mystic, hmmm. Maybe that's a label for which I can identify.