Water Just Waiting To Flow
MELBOURNE, FL — #Writing
January 13, 2015 3:09 PM
Though I had intended to write my will, living will, and whole body donation documents this morning, I felt my muse stir, surrendered to her, and worked on the book instead.
I moved the Introduction to the So Just What Is Mystical Oneness? section, tweaked it a bit, and wrote the following first draft for the front matter:
A Note To Readers
I am a Mystic, but I am a rational Mystic. I know exactly how unbelievable my life has been. If I were to stumble upon a biography of someone who had lived a similar life, even I would have trouble believing it.
Fortunately I have been blogging for over a decade—keeping an online journal where I recorded events and insights largely in real-time (often within hours).
As of this writing, I am the only person I know who has documented their life in a continuous, online stream before, during and after their awakening.
Though this is a book about Mystical Oneness, by necessity it is also a book about the author.
In reading this work—particularly the passages on my personal life—I know you’ll experience some doubts about the authenticity of some of these events. When you do, please refer to WayneWirs.com for all the evidence your mind may require. I understand completely—evidence and transparency are everything to me. In your shoes, I’d do the same.
I may be a Mystic—a man who believes in what most people would find unbelievable—but at least I’m a rational one.
In the summer of 2009, only a few months before my money was due to run out—only a few months before I intended to kill myself—I awoke to what many call enlightenment.
My personal self was seen through and dropped. My identity shifted from the noise in my mind to the Witness of the All. I realized what every enlightened person knows—what I had sought for over three decades—that the “I” is nothing more than a series of thoughts and memories. That the personal self is nothing but a bunch of mental noise.
I was awake.
Days later, my mind was mysteriously filled with an overwhelming amount of profound knowledge and wisdom, much in the manner as, in his book Resurrecting Jesus, Adyashanti would write about, “After a while a download of insight began— literally hundreds of insights per second downloaded into my system.”
I was so taken by these insights that I didn’t think to question where the insights came from.
And then the synchronicities began—the mysterious and odds-defying good luck.
Through no effort on my part, a longterm freelancing contract fell into my lap. I was so grateful for the work and income, that I never considered how odds defying the coincidence was—money simply arrived just when I needed it.
A woman offered to buy the RV I was living in—an RV I was considering (but dreading the headache of) selling. Old, used, RV’s are notoriously difficult to sell, yet she approached me and paid me well.
Needing a place to stay, a friend offered me her vacant condo in exchange for some maintenance work—even though I hadn’t asked.
Life mysteriously and continually lined up. It seemed I only needed to wish it, and it was made so.
Synchronicity—meaningful and beneficial coincidences—became the norm in my life.
But I was so taken by this wonderful and mysterious good luck—these ongoing synchronistic events—that I completely missed a key point: How could they possibly be happening so consistently?
Suddenly the honeymoon was over and for practically all of 2010, nothing seemed to go my way. A friend and reader of my blog told me that I seemed to be living the life of Job.
Soon a pattern slowly revealed itself: When I tried, I failed. When I surrendered, I succeeded.
As this pattern became clear, as this mystery took on the quality of truth—not through belief, but through repeated experiences—I was forced to face a profound and life-altering insight: Synchronicity implies God.
It was at that moment that I became a Mystic. With this realization—acknowledging that my ongoing odds-defying luck was real and repeatable—that I recognized that there was an all-knowing, all-powerful Intelligence behind everything; an Intelligence who loved and cared and could, if I only allowed Her, become an integral and beloved part of my life.
It was in that moment that I dropped my attachment to the dry and dusty rationality of traditional enlightenment; I saw through the paradox of the two truths of unity and separation; and this former atheist—a man of logic and mind and theories—looked into the eyes of God… and was humbled.
Over the years that followed—though I would often slip into compulsive trying (and suffer the now expected consequences)—I practiced surrendering my will and opening my soul and allowing the Divine to have Her way with me; for it was only in moments of surrender (and never in the conditioned trying) that Life would line up and effortlessly flow and the I-that-was-me would dissolve and become one with my Beloved.
To dissolve into the Divine, to surrender the self, to feel the love and the magic and the beauty of the absolutely ordinary, this is what it means to be a Mystic. This is what it is like to live in Mystical Oneness.