This is the defining story, the shared heritage, and the unified philosophy, of all great mystics of all the great religions.
Words, perhaps different. But the deeper the voices delved, the more those words started to sound one.
As if, when one lets go of their inner voices, and searches, for something, that isn’t bound by the rules of the outer voices that have infected their inner voices, inside, there was just one truth. Shared. By us all.
As if, the quieter we allow ourselves to be, the louder that message becomes.
And yet, today, we don’t have great mystics. We have men who are distracted by the voices, both within, and outside.
The voices that demand they choose culture, cultural demands, popularity, fame, purity, funding, money, power, privilege, authority, the legality of the moment, the weight of responsibility, the fear of appearing weak, the seduction of appearing strong, the precariousness of staying in control, the ability to abuse.
A list ten miles long of voices, whispering, yelling, crying, demanding. Inside. Outside.
A list, because the more those voices are chosen over the One Voice, we are led into the division.
God is one. The world is division.
And so to be a leader today, is to be an anti-mystic. A cultural icon whose job it is to keep your people running on a treadmill. Going nowhere, but lost in everything.
You are the reflection of the confusions of your followers. The story of their struggle. The song of their disharmony.
If only the mystics would return, many of us like to dream.
If only unity could be restored. If only oneness could be reunited.
We pray for their return, we scream for their voices to bring us back to a time before now.
But when we do, we forget, what they told us. Their very lessons.
God is one. And so all is one. And so the world is division only in our eyes.
And the disharmonious song of the leaders is part of the unity. A song we can’t hear. The story of our struggle, is the story of our triumph. The confusing reflection the anti-mystic leaders are showing of us, is a reflection of God. The God within us.
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While the leaders and their followers fall apart into disharmony, and we look on, it is we who can become the mystics, see beyond their disfunction, and towards the inner function of God’s work, and towards the truth:
God is one. And so are we.
And so, we are the story, we are the song, we are the reflection.
And so, we also have the voice, the one that spoke to the mystics of old, the whispering truth that told them what was reality, and what distraction, and ultimately, reminded them that it was all unity.
We have the voice, the same voice, for that is the message and the power of the mystic.
The historian of God, who teaches us that once existed, always exists, and exists within us. Right now.
So speak! Let the inner whisper become a scream, let all that you know, flow through your mouth, through your fingers, through your guitar pick, through your paintbrush, through your social media account, into the world. From within, to without.
The truth you know! The one beyond all the distractions, the ones that the mystics warned us of, the ones that have now been relegated to the people who claim to speak for the mystics who once roamed the earth, the ones who have taken their names and turned them into confusion.
Take whatever the voice tells you, that voice of oneness, and let it speak, for that is what the mystics did, and their message has always been: