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“When you look in the mirror what do you see? Do you see the real you, or what you have been conditioned to believe is you?” — David Icke

The Mirror That Sees: Why Truth is Not Found, But Reflected!

To seek the Absolute is not to gather more, but to shed. It is not a path of acquiring truths but of stripping away illusions. The Real is not something to be attained—it is always present, always shining, but veiled. What veils it? Not the world, not others, not even ignorance, but the self’s own attachments—ideas, identities, and the clinging to knowledge as possession.

“The greatest veil of all is the veil of knowledge,” the mystics say, for what one thinks they know becomes a wall between them and the direct experience of Truth. One does not see Reality itself—only their own projections upon it. This is why the first step in the path is emptying—the stripping away of accumulated conditioning, the undoing of fixed concepts, the dissolving of the self’s need to grasp.

The mind that believes it already sees has no room to receive. The seeker does not add more burdens to the self; they remove them, until what remains is light enough to rise.

There is a well-known story of a Chinese emperor who sought to settle a great debate: Which method unveils reality—the Taoist monks’ intricate artistry or the dervishes’ pure reflection??

He called a group of wandering dervishes and the greatest Taoist masters to his court and gave them a challenge. He set up two walls and asked them to display their mastery.

The Taoists painted with unmatched skill, creating a breathtaking mural that captured the beauty of nature and spirit.

Meanwhile, the dervishes did nothing but polish their wall, day and night. When the emperor returned, the Taoists unveiled their painting, and it was magnificent. Then, the dervishes removed the veil from their wall. It was empty, yet so polished that it reflected the painting with a brilliance that surpassed the original.

The emperor awarded the dervishes the prize. The Taoists had created beauty, but the dervishes had become it.

This is the meaning of unveiling—Truth does not need to be painted onto Reality; it needs only to be reflected clearly. The moon does not need to be created; the clouds only need to part. Reality reveals itself not through argument, nor by intellectual effort, but by a stillness that allows perception to become clear. Mystics calls this complete witnessing—where seeing is no longer dual, and the illusion of separation dissolves.

And finally, adornment—when the self, now emptied and clarified, becomes a polished mirror, reflecting divine attributes effortlessly. The fragrance of love, wisdom, and true discernment emanates not as something imposed but as something natural. Mystics says, “The heart is a garden; when purified, the flowers of divine qualities bloom on their own.” This is when the seeker is no longer seeking, for the path itself disappears into the realization that the way and the destination were never separate.

Why the Path Begins with Structure

There is a reason religious traditions begin with outer forms—rituals, repetition, discipline. To those fixated on the formless, these may seem like cages, but in truth, they are scaffolding. The unrefined self cannot grasp Reality directly, just as a child does not leap into poetry before first learning letters. The purpose of structured practice is not to imprison, but to prepare. Without discipline, what is seen is distorted; without purification, what is understood remains shallow.

Mystics emphasized this—rituals are the husk, and their meaning is the kernel. One does not throw away the husk before the fruit has ripened. Those who reject structure too early often fall into delusion, imagining themselves free while still bound by subtler chains. The ego is never louder than when it declares itself liberated.

The real journey is not about rejecting form, nor about clinging to it. It is about using the form to dissolve what obstructs. The seeker bows—not to remain bowed, but so that one day, bowing and rising vanish, and only the Real remains.

Image: The Mirror That Sees Mahaboka

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“The Eternal looked upon me for a moment with His eye of power, and annihilated me in His being, and become manifest to me in His essence. I saw I existed through Him.” — Rumi

The mystical journey may begin with making a relationship with one’s inner light, but the mystic is drawn on a deeper journey toward love’s greatest secret: that within the heart we are one with the divine. The fire of mystical love is a burning which destroys all sense of a separate self, until nothing is left but love Itself. While the spiritual seeker is drawn to the light of this fire, the mystic is the moth consumed by it’s flames. Author: Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee

Image: Mystic Eyes of Perception Mahaboka

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“The universe and the light of the stars come through me.” – Rumi

Let us learn to let go, to not allow ourselves to be overwhelmed by the circumstances and conditions of this world. Let us constantly remember that at the heart of ourselves, as at the heart of all human beings, there forever stands a silent and watchful guardian: the Master Within. Christian Bernard

Image: Watchful Guardian Mystic Eyes of Perception Mahaboka

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