Even My Inner Mystic Is a Myth

The redemptive event in Voice Dialogue meditation occurs when we realize that not only do stories distort the truth, but that all stories (and all notional and narrative constructs), without exception, perpetrate this distortion. People often take pride in their disavowal of personal identification with some stories, but they carve out exceptions for stories and constructs that they designate as sacred and inviolable (i.e., all deities are scams except the ones I worship). As long as these wishful exceptions remain in force, they obscure our view of life as it is.

It’s so tempting to cling to some stories while we disavow others, to embrace some “voices in our heads” while we disown others (so as to project them into the object world).

So, people go through life continually recycling a portfolio of falsehoods. That must be the meaning of samsara, certainly not the path to enlightenment or freedom.

A person might say, perhaps wistfully, that he “exited the corporate rat race” in order to nurture his “inner artist” or his “inner mystic” or his “wounded inner child”. These pursuits present themselves as nobler alternatives, and, during these transitions in life, people can experience an elation comparable to a quantum physicist’s quest for the indivisible building blocks of matter. Just as the physicist, the typical seeker simply discovers illusions wrapped in contradictions and paradoxes.

I guess the bottom-line here (if there really is one) is that redemption will not come from the next bumper-sticker for the unspeakable, the next perversion of silence. In redemption, it becomes apparent that the ‘idiot’s tale” truly signifies nothing.