Be the Mystic
Dear Blessed One,
Shakespeare was right on when he said, “To be or not to be, that is the question.”
To BE is in flow with nature. It is letting life’s current carry you through all the tributaries that lead to greater canals of awareness and ultimately to the vast ocean of Self.
Resisting life and all its undulations is not Being and causes suffering. There is no reason to argue with life. Arguing makes difficult situations even more painful. Resistance is futile.
My brother has been in a hospital for a year and a half and will probably not ever get well enough to leave. Waves of sadness come and go; they go (usually quickly) because I allow myself to feel the pain as it arises, not resisting it at all and without a story about it. This is a state of being, allowing life to be as it is.
When we face life’s challenges head-on, feeling what is stirred in the emotional body, it’s an honoring of self. Often, it’s an energetic hello to the young parts of our psyche and gives space for movement. In that process, deep emotional wounds are released. To feel it is to heal it. The natural outcome of healing is integration and transcendence.
I was in a deep funk for four days this week (which is a long time for me in these recent years), feeling an ache in my heart that had no words. I no longer have the compulsion to leave myself and enter the mental realm attempting to figure it out. I kept feeling it, allowing it to be there and knowing if I were meant to know more about it, that it would present itself of its own accord without digging. This is a state of being, allowing life to be as it is. It’s beyond the intellect, much deeper than the mind.
Healing and clarity come from a place of stillness not struggle. That stillpoint is where wisdom enters and guides us. It’s where our mystic resides.
The dictionary defines a mystic as one who believes in the spiritual apprehension of truths that are beyond the intellect. I would say it’s a place of knowing.
Be the mystic.
Much Love and Blessings to You,
“The psychotic drowns in the same waters in which the mystic swims with delight.”
~ Joseph Campbell