The Seeker

The path is shimmering and variable, wending its way zigging and zagging multidimensionally. It shines sometimes and other times it is a faint glimmer of possibility as it forks and twists through human consciousness and cultural expression.

It pops up in this religion as a shining point of light, in that spiritual system as a way through particular vagaries of human expression. It provides a source of Truth for those mired in truth and falsehoods; it opens up minds previously closed but only barely, whose darkness of ignorance and superstition has been fractured by the light yet is primed for real, sustained paradigmatic shift.

The path is only available to those truly willing and able to follow it.

The path does not open for those with doubts, it does not open for those who disbelieve, for those without the faith of a mustard seed, which is to say a faith in creation and the power of the Creator. There must be something there, something real, something that allows you to give up, to release yourself to the unknown, to the mysterious, to what amounts to the death of everything you have ever been.

The path is only mysterious insofar as it is not accessible by testable means. The path is only accessible through the many and variegated ways to subjectively subjectify yourself as subject to an intense, continuous query about who and what you are and what your purpose is in this world right here, right now.

The path may seem to be followed by many who take on the accoutrements. Those who use…