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One day I was doing some spiritual work with a friend of mine and in the process entered the astral plane. In that plane, I found a tall skinny man with mustache and a funny hat (Karakul). He was standing at the bottom of a rocky mountain. He started climbing the mountain side and I went with him. At the peak was a temple like structure with a fire burning in the center. It was an ancient fire, that had never been extinguished since it was lit up thousands of years ago. I asked him..."Who are you?". He said "I am Zarathustra!" I asked him..."What can you show me?" He said "Enter this fire with me..." He stepped into the fire and so did I. The fire felt cool (instead of burning hot). At first the flames swirled and danced; and then a spiral arose and Zarathustra and I were one with it. It spun faster and faster and then exploded. In that instant, I was everywhere, I was everything and everyone. I was the Sun, I was sunlight, I was all things it shone upon and illuminated. I was also all things it did not illuminate. It was known in a flash...in that very moment I was everything and everything was me. Thought I'd write this down for posterity

Psychic ≠ Mystic I awoke to the realization that for most people, mystic and psychic are the same thing. I hope this link will help to clarify some of the differences that I see. http://www.opentoyourgift.com/psychic-%E2%89%A0-mystic/