Continued interview by blogger Walter Monroe.

WM: What is one of the skills you feel best defines a Mystic?

TM: That’s obvious isn’t it? Being able to intuit the Truth, or what’s called Truthing, is wholly unique to Mystics. Imagine being able tell, with just an attitude adjustment, whether of not someone is lying.

WM: It may be obvious, as you say, to you, but to the rest of us it’s a complete mystery. Most of us have a very hard time telling is someone is lying or not. Can you give us some tips on how to tell is someone is lying?

TM: The best advice I can give is trust your gut. Most people do very well at guessing if someone is lying or not, but they reject what their gut is telling them because you suppose to base your judgement on the facts, the objective facts. If your gut is telling you one thing, and the facts are telling another, go with your gut… you’ll be right far more often.

WM: You know, after a life time of looking for objective facts it’s going to very hard to follow this advice.

TM: Just try it for a while. Once you experience your gut being right it will be a lot easier to accept.

WM: Thanks for the tip, I’m thinking it’s going to really help over time.

TM: Ya, it should be a big step forward toward experiencing the world like a Mystic does. Once this starts it’s usually an exponentially increasing awareness of what I call Mystic Consciousness. Once a person gets a taste of this they usually can’t get enough.

The Mystic rode into the village on a grizzly bear, ready to do battle with who ever wanted to challenge his might. There were no takers. Nobody was stupid enough to attack a Mystic riding a grizzly bear. There is the might of the bear, and the Magic of the Mystic, an unbeatable duo.

The Mystic rode the bear right to the chiefs hut and placed himself right in front of the front door.

“Come out and be judged, ” he yelled. “You have violated the laws and must be held accountable.”

The Mystic waited a few minutes and decided he had waited long enough. He raised his staff, the end of which was a brilliant white crystal. A bright light flashed and all was wiped out in a blaze of white. When people’s vision came back the door on the chiefs hut was nothing but a pile of ash.

“Come out or I’m coming in after you,” yelled the Mystic.

The chief came stumbling out the door the prostrated himself in front of the Mystic. “Please spare my life,” the chief begged.

“I’m not here to kill you, but see that you share your wealth with others. Do you promise to do so or face death?” the Mystic asked.

“Yes, yes I will share as you’ve asked.”

“See that you do!” And with that the Mystic spun the bear and ran out of the village. All knew the chief would do as promised because he held is life too greedily.