Dylan Morrison ~ The Prodigal Prophet

Prophet Seers

What exactly is a prophet seer?

Is it some weird guy or gal who dresses strangely and appears to have lost his metaphysical marbles?

Is it a sharp suited spiritual salesman who prays or prophesies over a willing victim at the drop of a religious hat?

Thankfully, I believe the prophet seer to be neither.

Authentic prophet seers are, in my experience, fairly well-balanced individuals, gracious, unassuming messengers of Divine Love.

Most usually walk with a psycho-spiritual limp, the evidence of their ego struggles with Spirit Breath. Something harsh has been removed from their natural buoyancy and replaced with a drop of Heaven’s Essence.

Strangers in the world and yet grounded men and women with a compassion for all, the prophet seers are often  walking paradoxes that can’t be easily understood by the trained dogmatic mind.

‘But prophets are no longer among us’, cries the religious dispensationalist, hurriedly turning to the Big Black book for argumentative back up.

I’d have to humbly disagree, having personally been helped by such prophetic embodiments  along the Way.

The prophet seer is, I believe, a manifestation of grace, of Divine Love itself, for they pop up on the Journey Home when we need to see things as they really are. A dispenser of Transcendent Reality, if only for a few seconds, the prophet seer is a Divine paratrooper, one dropped into our illusory world to break us free from our painful psycho-spiritual attachments.

The prophet seer is one who passes on a message from the Love without bounds, the Source of the created order in which we find ourselves afloat, like a ship lost out on the ocean. Such a message bubbles up from somewhere deep within the prophet seer’s inner connection with the world of Spirit. Surprisingly authentic prophet seers are as much in the dark regarding the inner dynamics of psycho-spiritual revelation as the next man.

The prophet seer is probably not found on the religious shows that claim their presence. More than likely the one with spiritual insight is far from the crowd, yet deeply in touch with hurting humanity as its pain bombards the seer soul.

Prophet seers generally don’t hang around for long; they’re the spiritual pollinators within the Divine Garden, landing on the fragile flower of our lives to pass on little pockets of Unconditional Love. When we attempt to set up the authentic prophet seer as our resident guru, they usually run back into the desert places, to breathe in, once more, the gentle but tangible  stillness of Divine Presence. The prophet seer’s psyche knows its Source and refuses to play the religious games of ministry with their hierarchical ladder climbing.

Bona fide prophet seers have something about them that folk can’t quite put their finger on; a presence that paradoxically appears somewhat distant whilst deeply intimate. Carriers of a genuineness that can’t be explained away by religious discussion or dogmatic declarations. God sent prophet seers just ARE.

I believe that Divine Love often sends its prophet seers to us in disguise, as we travel along the Way. When we fall under the relentless pressures of life, the Divine messenger will appear to come out of nowhere. Spirit Breath has no problems in sending along the right prophet seer at the right time. We’re only asked to tune out from ego chatter and listen for the transmitted Divine Resonance that wishes to heal our wounded psyche-soul.

When we search for a prophet seer we will not find one; Divine Love makes sure of that. When we seek Divine Love, the prophet seer will surely come at exactly the right time, usually when we least expect it. We cannot choose the messenger sent along, but we can choose whether to hear them or not. The legitimate prophet seer often deconstructs our psyche-soul prison in order to release us into a new level of freedom, yet always with the sensitivity and graciousness of Divine Love itself.

The intuitive prophet seer can be likened to a skilled surgeon whose razor-sharp, spirit scalpel cuts through the stubborn tumors of our ego defenses, often releasing a stream of healing tears, a sign that the Divine Touch has been delivered. Contrary to this, religious butchery is the tell-tale sign of the  false prophet, the wolf in sheep’s clothing whose only desire is to get his teeth well and truly into the psycho-spiritual pockets of the unsuspecting seeker. Best to remember that charismatic vampires who suck the remnants of  life out of a wounded soul are not the prophets seers of Divine Love, but often the slaves of their own insecurities and fears.

Those who easily dismiss prophet seers tend to lose the prophet seer’s reward, viz. a sensation of the Divine, the momentarily breaking in of Divine favor and reassurance that All is well. That is their choice. May the rest of us be open to the unexpected messenger, the one who comes and goes, carried away on the wind of Spirit Breath.

The Prophet of all prophets sends his servants to those  in need. May Divine Love grant us the eyes to see and the ears to hear when they cross our path.

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The Pearl

‘A pearl of great price lies deep within.

The result of the Divine Dance that birthed our Being.

Life has polished it so that it may shine through into the darkness of our conscious mind.’

Dylan Morrison

Let me be frank!

Somewhere within the mundane mess of life there lies something very precious indeed; something hidden to our fragmented psyche-soul, commonly referred to as the ego; something hidden to our imposter persona, the mask with which we face the world and, more often or not, often ourselves.

In our youth we regularly rode off like the delusional Don Quixote to conquer our much desired windmills, the manifestations of our utopian dreams, our victories in the one- upmanship battles of life. Winning some and losing some was the name of our passionate game, our sense of reality in this space-time sea of opportunity.

And yet, even in the intoxicating elation and depression of such a psychic game, there sometimes appeared, totally without warning, a little glimmer of something other, something totally other. Unknown to ego, this teasing treasure was the goal of our frantic search all along, this little deposit of Divine essence.

By its very Nature, Divine Love cannot help but share itself, creating something of itself in all that it births; rumours of glory or reflected Presence if you like. The One Way overflow of  such a giving Other is somewhat hilarious if it wasn’t so profoundly awe-inspiring. A God with no concern for the security of uniqueness, the illusionary jealousy that fuels our own survival egos.

Partnering itself in the Divine Dance, the Source of All flings the essence of its Being into the Void of Nothingness, the seed bed of our beginning, the womb of the Transcendent Morning. A fire is lit in the tinderbox of compressed energy, one that will burn into Being, the Being of Self, the reflected I AM.

And so we enter this Mystery, this darkness disguised as light, with an insatiable hunger in our hearts for reconnection and knowing. In the Nighttime of our Journey we bump into the obstacles set up by ego, those stumbling blocks that shout their message of despair and hope. ‘Not here,’ they call out in their skewed integrity, ‘The One you search for lies beyond.’ Like a seemingly endless game of Cosmic pin-ball we bump from one dark friend to another until the time has come.

Ego lies exhausted at the feet of Presence. The Divine process has done its thing. Something catches our desperate I, an inner glimpse of Light, a constant and persistent  luminescence that will not yield to the death wails of our fractured psyche-soul. The Time of Unveiling has come; the fiery Pearl within takes its place in the darkened throne room of our conscious mind. The lights have finally come on in the reason filled corners of our thought filled understanding.

The days for chasing religious, spiritual and philosophical windmills have come to an end. We have come Home.

The Nazarene smiles.

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Speaking In Tongues

Nothing divides the religious world as much as the slightly spooky practice of speaking in tongues. Those of the Reformed tradition believe it to be obsolete for those on the spiritual path. If you’ve got the Bible that’s all one needs, apart that is from a trained pastor teacher to feed you its gems! Meanwhile Pentecostal and Charismatic Christians burst into tongues at the drop of an ecstatic hat, before trying to sell you the experience! No wonder the non-Christian world shies away from such opposing camps, declaring ‘Thanks, but no thanks!’

Many books have been written for an against the modern psycho-spiritual phenomenon known as tongues speaking or to give it its more respectable Greek name glossolalia. In this little post I’ve no intention in arguing my way through the theological minefield of trying to prove the validity or spurious nature of such a religious practice. For like a well-loved security blanket, the proponents of either side of the argument are highly unlikely to change their minds. Rather I wish to briefly examine the psycho-spiritual practice from a slightly different perspective.

First, let me come clean!

I am a tongues speaker even after all my painful experiences within the somewhat wacky world of Charismatic Christianity. My disillusionment with the vision and often dysfunctional, hierarchical practices of faith groups within that particular religious stream have surprisingly not shifted this most unusual of psycho-spiritual phenomenon. Many of my fellow ex-Charismatics dumped their tongue many moons ago as they ran back into the security of conservative Christianity or into the freeing wilderness of non belief.

Let’s face it; speaking in tongues doesn’t have a good press. Wide eyed fanatics dancing wildly in little wooden churches while belting out their glossolalic utterances to all and sundry, do tend to make the casual onlooker extremely nervous. Send for Ghostbusters is one’s instinctive reaction! Yet, the experience of being in a crowd of well-behaved tongues singers is a most uplifting and somewhat spiritual high; one similar to tuning into the most beatific of Gregorian chants. There is definitely something to this phenomenon, but what?

Let me come at this question from the angle of mimetic desire and the freedom of the Queendom of God. In our day-to-day consciousness, ego or fragmented psyche is never far away. When pressure situations unexpectedly confront us our little ego warrior is always there to protect us, albeit by demonizing the other, the one blamed for our fast approaching catastrophe. The fight or flight connection within the neural programming of our magnificent brains works hand in hand with our ego advocate. It looks like we’re stuck with such a reflex response to perceived if often illusory danger. Or are we?

St. Paul, the most prolific tongues speaker in the early Yeshua movement has an interesting take on things. He claims that glossolalia is a verbal expression of the human spirit; a psycho-spiritual link joining the Divine Spark within to the Divine Fire without. In my previous posts I have suggested that experiential salvation has less to do with escaping a fearful firy hell and more to do with our release from an internal psychic prison, viz. our skewed desire center and its ego ally.

May I suggest that tongues speaking is a psychic switch, a tool to unhook us, if temporarily, from the dominance of our conscious mind and its default desire settings. In other words, the voluntary act of speaking in an unlearned language is a form of desire detachment, a realignment with our spirit I AM, and subsequently, a contact with the flow of Divine Presence. The tongue is somehow tuning into the Divine channel, whilst leaving behind the internal wiring of desire conflict. Without being in a frenzied state of abandonment, the tongues speaker has consciously switched into an altered state of consciousness, one where they retain control but have a psychic space in which to breathe, free from the chatter of our competing sub-personalities.

So where does that leave us?

Well, for me, the gift of tongues is a psycho-spiritual ability to detach and connect. To detach from the swirling desire Matrix in which we swim. To connect to our core Self and its Mother Ship, Divine Love. Best done in private methinks and well away from the show biz setting of the TV evangelist and their somewhat hypnotised followers.

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