I succumbed to disenchantment at a young age and took for truth my fear that there was nothing magical or mysterious in this world.
That’s what led me to investigate religion. Not the outer form but the inner essence, the mystics and sages and saints who performed strange feats and spoke of an utterly different relationship with reality.
I divided life into the sacred and the mundane, the mysterious and the miserable.
Yet this very division was an error that made most of life a misery to me, a self-fulfilling prophecy of disenchantment as I tried to push back against the banality around me.
Turning mysticism inside out
All the mystics spoke of a transformed vision of reality. They went to the very heart of existence and their eyes were opened to the true beauty of all things.
I tried to follow the same path, but my experiences were fleeting, ironically because I was so desperate for that transformation.
Like a clingy guy who pushes people away with his neediness, I was so fierce in my disenchantment that even God couldn’t make me appreciate this “ordinary” existence.
Even now I take for granted my deep antipathy for modern life. I’ve written screeds that only touch upon my full disdain for modern ugliness and meaninglessness, projecting my own unhappiness onto an entire planet.
All the this time I never thought disenchantment might be my fault, something I was doing rather than being done to me.
Too many people talk about having to grow up and accept harsh realities of life, it can’t be just me that resents and despairs of it, right?
No, it’s not just me. But that doesn’t make it the truth either. A delusion can be shared but that doesn’t make it reality.
I’m the one who chose to see the world that way, and of course I found evidence to support my choice.
It may have been an unconscious choice but it was still a choice, and one I repeated over and over for years.
Forgiveness might not be the right word but forgiving reality for being mundane, crappy, ugly, and bland goes some way to realising that maybe it isn’t like that after all.
Repentance might not be the right word either, but perhaps we disenchanted cynical and disillusioned people can accept that this very attitude of ours is what keeps us stuck in an unwanted reality.
I’m the one focusing on the ugliness and banality around me. I’m the one telling a story about a bleak and empty world. I’m the one wishing life was different and constantly reminding myself “but it’s not!”
I’m the one who approached mysticism as a way to transform the unwanted reality that I myself created.
And I’m also the one who undermined every moment of transcendence, quickly checking to see if things had “changed” yet.
In the Abraham Hicks material that’s called “keeping score” and it tends to undermine any actual progress in feeling better.
Feeling better about life
There’s a subtle yet profound difference between clinging to a problem and receiving a solution.
Often people sound like they are wanting a solution when in fact they just want to reiterate their problems.
But after a while it becomes obvious.
It’s obvious to me that my focus has been firmly on the “problem”, my unwanted aspects of life.
I’ve lived and breathed disenchantment, mistaking it for truth and reinforcing my own powerlessness and despair.
And how was that working out for me?
It’s time to take a deep breath and appreciate that the disenchantment was in my thoughts alone.
I create my reality, and by focusing on thoughts of disenchantment and banality I created more of the same.
But I also have the power to change my focus. I can find thoughts that match the enchantment, wonder, and excitement I have yearned for.
I can re-enchant reality as easily as finding thoughts that feel good to me.
A good place to start would be the exact opposite of the unwanted. If I don’t want disenchantment and banality then what do I want? What story would I prefer and to tell?
And if the answer is “I don’t know” then that right there was the real problem all along. Not reality, not banality, not other people, but my own unfamiliarity with the stuff of my desires.