the slender gate into the mystic’s call

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True mystics are not merely involved with esoteric thoughts or beautiful images of God and heaven. They are totally absorbed in a life-movement, a journey in which the psyche or essential self comes to life with, and in, God. This ‘coming to God’ is the journey. Because mystics are transmuting the ordinary self into the higher Self, the way or journey of the mystic is fully integrated with their psychology. The mystic’s psyche and his or her lifestyle are merged. Very few consider themselves true mystics. Mysticism is a transformative approach to life, rather than a theoretical ‘playing’ with ideas. The costs of the mystic’s journey are made great by being so private a transition, almost impossible to communicate to others. Mystics define their sacrifices as necessary to fulfill a higher Truth. The way involves a real and difficult crossing, not an imaginary one. The mystic craves an altered way of seeing and hearing. This transition from eccentric, self-involvement to life lived ever more consciously through the higher aspects of awareness causes mystics more than any other type to feel as if their entire character structure is coming undone. Here is what one said, when asked about their transcendent experience…..Marsha Sinetar

this fragrant and expectant abiding feels like the mercy of cool air……this compassionate intelligence finds no separate identity between sweet sadness and the wilted life….may we hold both in high esteem, knowing that the small mystic in us can hold the world….

This is most difficult to explain because I’m not expressing myself in earth terms. At times I feel ecstatic- just imagine if you can, the first time you fell in love. You know something wonderful is happening, something more than usual. You can feel it, that love welling up inside, or radiating in and out of you. At other times, it’s just a great happiness that pervades my entire being. This is so hard to explain- And, when I’m around others who are in their normal, rather negative state, I’d rather not try. I just want to get off by myself and enjoy the exquisite, subtle state I’m in……a study participant

the layers of a rose….

Do not say that I’ll depart tomorrow

because even today I still arrive.

Look deeply; I arrive in every second

to be a bud on a spring branch,

to be a tiny bird, whose wings are still

fragile, learning to sing in my new nest,

to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,

to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.

I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,

in order to fear and to hope,

the rhythm of my heart is the birth

and death of all that are alive.

….Thich Nhat Hanh

5 thoughts on “the slender gate into the mystic’s call

  1. It is a path that chooses us, for what benefit is there to the ego in being a mystic? There are no want ads, there are no degrees, and there is no praise to be had, yet the philosophers stone is of inestimable worth, there is no greater prize to be had than to give up everything to find it. And thus you shall go out no more! Is perhaps the greatest promise made to the seeker … Sending Light and love for your day, and for your journey …

    • the longing to know God is quiet, breath-taking and full, with a rich, deep ache…..one only known down into the light, soaking up mud and holding others’ frailty…..wishing you the gentle seeds g.f.s….

  2. How can we know the place we are going. Your comment on the rose speaks to me. Our becoming is surely not all once, but in the moment just before the dew falls – there our longing is unfurled. God lives in the details. Sweet the heart that remembers to wait. May your soul be filled with rose colored rainbows…… ~ Love, Bobbie

    • arriving over and over again…..coming undone is sweet rooting I think…..naked to the sky…….rose petals, rose essence, rose scent….a bouquet of lovelies for you Bobbie….

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