Mysticism and Spirituality Circle

In the past few days, I’ve been struggling as I expect many of us have, to hold on despite the chaos and fear engendered by the crumbling edifice of our society. This election has been so very difficult to watch unfold as the patriarchy desperately use every tactic they have to hang on to their power. It is discouraging and frankly extremely saddening.

Yet, I have had my heart uplifted by a few of my favorite mystic activists and I wanted to share some of their wisdom that has been a balm for my wounded soul.

First , Matthew Fox and Mirabai Starr shared a webinar speaking about the work of Julian of Norwich who lived through a similarly challenging time and wrote so beautifully of her connection to the Mother God that allowed her to see the light in the darkest of times. Here is a short excerpt from their talk. NOTE: This is from the Shift network, so they are advertising a longer program they’d love you to pay for – feel free to ignore that and enjoy this short (6 minutes) video clip: Mirabai Starr & Matthew Fox on Julian of Norwich

Then, I’ve been enjoying a 6 part seminar from Andrew Harvey in which he is exploring the possible imminent re-birthing of our human culture into something new. Many people have spoken of these times as metaphorically like moving through the birth canal of the Universal Mother. Some indigenous elders have said we stand at a portal which, if we can move through, has the possibility of transforming us into the divine beings we truly are.

Yet, Andrew and many other seers and mystics also acknowledge that many still desperately hold onto the old paradigms and that there still exists the possibility they will drag us all into the abyss of pain and darkness and the end of this beautiful planet that has sustained us so long.

But even within that radical acceptance, Andrew shared a beautiful practice that deeply moved me. That is to recognize that in this darkest of places, we have a choice to not only passively accept that pain and suffering, but to actually embrace, welcome, and even celebrate it! Why would we do such a crazy thing (I thought and you might be thinking!)?

It begins with our being willing and able to truly believe, feel, accept, and hold the reality of opposites. Holding dark and light, yin and yang, sun and moon, earth and sky, sorrow and joy, birth and death, all with a deep sense of calm, peaceful, acceptance.

If we can attain that state, then we move into a place where we can celebrate each new sorrow, chaos, and suffering, as the ultimate evidence and indication of an infusion of light, joy, and healing energy which is actually and truly co-created as the opposing and balancing energetic.

We can not only accept and breathe through these difficulties and challenges but actually revel in them and dedicate any pain and suffering that we are experiencing to the balance of energy in the rest of our human and more than human family.

For me, this has been a beautiful, timely, and inspiring reframing that has allowed me to lift my head up one more time and move back into the work. I hope it helps you as well.

I was playing music during my workout, and this randomly arrived right at the end during my cool down dance. Such a perfect message for these times and for this day.

“I release control
And surrender to the flow
Of love that will heal me.”

~ Written and performed by Alexa Sunshine Rose ~

I suspect all of us are struggling right now with so much looming and the unending barrage of confusion, despair, and disorienting events in our lives. But each time I feel pushed into the mud, I hear a song, or a child’s laughter, or see a golden leaf dance to the earth, or feel the living soil – and I remember – “this joy that I have… the world didn’t give it to me!”

This video made me weep with joy and allowed me to also feel and acknowledge the pain:

I once had a teacher remind us that there are hosts of unemployed ancestors just waiting for us to notice them and ask for their guidance! I’ve come to believe and truly feel that this is true. As Alice Walker says, they never sleep! (With thanks to sister Myriah for sharing this in a recent class).

Ancestors Never Sleep

Ancestors never sleep
And always seem to know
What they’re doing.
How is this possible?
I ask myself
Sometimes I am weary
Enough to expire –
What a relief
I will think.  No more obsessing
About this madness;
Whatever it might be
This year, or even this century.
But ancestors merely
Yawn
And send me off
For a nap.
Not only is life not over,
They sniff,
It has barely begun for you.
There are eternities
Waiting just beyond
The next bad movie
You fear you’ll be
Starring in.
Go to sleep.  Rest your brain.
Rest your heart.  Rest your eyes
And all your thoughts.
We have been with you
From the beginning
Which didn’t exist
And we will be with you
Until that moment of
Non-existence
Swings round again.
You are attempting to carry
The suffering
All around you
But your back is bending.
Let us bear it for you.
Knowing as we do
That it is only
A difficult turn
On a never ending
Journey
Of dissolving
And becoming
And dissolving
Again
And becoming
Once more;
Forever and ever
On
And
On.
Save despair,
Our beloved
Sweetcakes,
For a couple of eons
Later.

~ Alice Walker

Based on the words of Martin Luther King Jr.: “Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that. Hate multiplies hate, violence multiplies violence, and toughness multiplies toughness in a descending spiral of destruction.”

This is such profound, disturbing, and finally hopeful writing, that I wanted to pass it on. With thanks to my friend and companion on our Sufi path, Azima Annalouiza for sending it my way.

Here’s the link to the article

Some excerpts:

“We are anxious. We are scared. There is no place to run. There is no place to hide. There is only our love and grief to hold us in the terror of all we are seeing, sensing, denying. We can’t touch the source of our despair because we can’t touch each other. And so we retreat inside when everything outside is screaming. We are sitting in rooms watching screens alone, waiting, as if this is a pause instead of a place, the place where we find ourselves now.”

“We have been living a myth. We have constructed a dream. We have cajoled and seduced ourselves into believing we are the center of all things; with plants and other sentient beings from ants to lizards to coyotes and grizzly bears, remaining subservient to our whims, desires, and needs. This is a lethal lie that will be seen by future generations as a grave, a grave moral sin committed and buried in the name of ignorance and arrogance.”

“We cannot breathe. This is our mantra in America now. We cannot breathe because of the smoke. We cannot breathe because of a virus that has entered our homes. We cannot breathe because of police brutality and too many black bodies dead on the streets. We cannot breathe because we are holding our breath for the people and places we love.”

“Grief is love. How can we hold this grief without holding each other? To bear witness to this moment of undoing is to find the strength and spiritual will to meet the dark and smoldering landscapes where we live. We can cry. Our tears will fall like rain in the desert and wash off our skins of ash so our pores can breathe, so our bodies can breathe back the lives that we have taken for granted.”

“I will mark my heart with an “X” made of ash that says, the power to restore life resides here. The future of our species will be decided here. Not by facts but by love and loss.”

One of my favorite Sufi poets, Hafiz, has been coming into my world these days, so here are three lovely and compelling poems from him:

“Every child has known God,
Not the God of names,
Not the God of don’ts,
Not the God who ever does anything weird,
But the God who knows only four words.
And keeps repeating them, saying:
‘Come dance with me, come dance.’”

— Hafiz – (translation by Daniel Ladinsky)

The Happy Virus

I caught the happy virus last night
When I was out singing beneath the stars.
It is remarkably contagious –
So kiss me.

~ Hafiz – From: The subject tonight is love – 60 Wild and Sweet Poems of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky

Tiny Gods

Some gods say, the tiny ones
“I am not here in your vibrant, moist lips
That need to beach themselves upon
the golden shore of a
Naked body.”
Some gods say, “I am not
the sacred yearning in the unrequited soul;
I am not the blushing cheek
Of every star and Planet–
I am not the applauding Chef
Of those precious sections that can distill
The whole mind into a perfect wincing jewel, if only
For a moment
Nor do I reside in every pile of sweet warm dung
Born of earth’s
Gratuity.”
Some gods say, the ones we need to hang,
“your mouth is not designed to know His,
Love was not born to consume
the luminous
realms.”
Dear ones,
Beware of the tiny gods frightened men
Create
To bring an anesthetic relief
To their sad
Days.

~ Hafiz ~ (The Gift – versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky)