Mystic Without a Monastery

Yesterday’s post left me wanting….to say more, to share more, to open those spaces that live so deep inside ourselves we live in too much fear of what might happen when we open them up. Time was short, I felt I had much to say, and while in the middle of writing I realized I was touching upon bits and pieces that truly were an entire sharing of their own. It’s one of those times when it felt as though many threads were lined up waiting for their turn to be woven into the written story, only to find themselves all jumbled up into one great ball of ‘stuff.’

I’m not sure just where to go from there, how to unwind it all, approaching each piece as its own even while maintaining some semblance of Flow. So that’s it, isn’t it? Flow. Let go of trying to make sense of it all and allow IT to move ME. Become as the reed that moves with the wind or downstream with the river’s currents, and allow myself to become One with the Flow.

It was an odd thing to share some of the intimacy of my own sacred connection. And yet, what you cannot realize is how much the discomfort has loosened since it began to really push its way into my expression earlier this year. I believe we fear it somehow–the intensity of communing with the Divine. To me it feels like it would be okay if I were a nun in a convent somewhere, safe–normal, part of everyone else who felt the way I did. It would be natural there, then wouldn’t it? Acceptable, expected. But out here in this world, to love so deeply, to desire so profoundly to be merged with a Presence that calms every cell in our being–well, that just feels a little bit strange to be sharing ‘out loud.’ But what I’m sensing is that more and more of us are experiencing this aching sensation. We are answering the call to listen to the longing that comes from within.

From the very first time I heard of St. Teresa of Avila I was drawn to her. Something about her deep love of her Beloved, her ecstatic experiences of becoming one in ways we don’t speak of in our world resonated. It happened years before when watching Agnes of God. Agnes wasn’t afraid or embarrassed to say how much she loved God, even as she was inexplicably pregnant with His child. Her energy, the vulnerability with which she expressed her deep desire to be one with the Divine spoke to me even though I would have been just 14 years old. What does one do with such devotion?

I find myself again feeling many posts on this topic and perhaps a little jumbled as the words rush forward all at once, and to me it feels as though I’ve opened a dialogue that has been anxiously waiting to begin. What happens to us when we carry such deep, deep longing for intimate connection with the Beloved? How do we come to reconcile that in our lives, and what are the substitutes that fill the void? This very question has framed so much of my own journey, without my even being aware of it even while it happened.

I believe many of us carry the ache in our souls, but not everyone feels it in the same way. Different energies accompany us on our way, determining just how we play out our purpose on this planet. There’s much I’d like to explore on this topic, and I hope you’ll take the journey with me and share your own experience. For those of us who feel the profound longing, we are in today’s world ‘mystics without monasteries’ in the words of Caroline Myss. We are living in a time when the energy of the mystic is needed in the everyday places of our world, in our families, with our friends, our workplaces, around the globe and in our own homes. It’s time to let the voices be heard, to live it out loud. THIS is our time. Time to allow the Beloved to be seen, felt and heard through us, as us, ONE with us. The merging has begun. And I pray for clarity and eloquence as we continue the dialogue together. 

Advertisements

Published by

Jacqueline

Inspiring fiery passion through soul connection. Lover, Seducer, Awakener, Firestarter, Visionary. #kissingthesacred

10 thoughts on “Mystic Without a Monastery”

  1. loved this read… it reminded me of something my step-father use to tell me when I was troubled (he’s been gone for nearly twenty years now and I still recall…) …life is like a back lash (the reel gets jumbled up with fishing line) rather than spend hours trying to untangle it, it is better to cut the line and restring! Go forward and sometimes things have a way of working out… (~_~) in zen, there is not tomorrow nor yesterday, only the moment… with our thoughts tied so tightly to hour feelings this is hard to do, that is left to the masters I suspect, but they try and teach us this and we try and understand it… zen, simply is: the state of being

    you are an inspiration and jewel, your soul glimmers for others, do what you do and shine!

    (!_!)

    1. Zen. Living in this moment. Truths we all aspire to…and who knows, my friend….perhaps we are becoming the masters without any awareness of it being so. I believe we reflect for each other the willingness to take the journey, to put in the work, to keep reaching deeper within for the gold of who we are. Thank you….for being you, for sharing your life’s wisdom enfolded in the stories. I believe my favorites are the ones that are yours. xo

  2. “Time to allow the Beloved to be seen………..”
    SUMPTUOUS ….
    BEAUTIFUL JACKIE ……….
    REALLY STUNNING ……
    PATIENT WRITING
    I CAN FEEL A PATIENT HEART BEATING HERE …….
    WE UNWIND – UNRAVEL – LET GO
    WITHOUT KNOWING IT …..
    WHEN WE THINK WE ARE
    WE AREN’T REALLY ……. BECAUSE THE MIND IS ALL CONSTRUCT
    LETTING GO AND SURRENDER HAPPENS LIKE A FLOWER GROWS
    OR LIKE A FLOWER DIES – NATURALLY …….
    I THINK IT’S PART OF US THAT FIGHTS TO STAY –
    THE SUBCONSCIOUS AND THE HEART – THEY “KNOW ” WHAT TO DO……
    AND NEED NOTHING BUT PATIENCE ….
    XOXO
    LOVE YOU ………

    1. OH CAT…
      I THINK YOU’RE RIGHT ABOUT A PART OF US FIGHTING TO STAY….

      STAY IN CONTROL…
      STAY ACCEPTABLE….
      STAY MANAGEABLE….
      STAY OK….
      STAY PRESENTABLE….
      STAY GOOD….
      STAY PLEASING….

      UGH. EXHAUSTING, ISN’T IT??

      THESE ARE MY NEW ‘STAYS:’

      STAY OPEN.
      STAY PLIABLE.

      THANK YOU.
      FOR GETTING ME.
      HONORING ME.
      LOVING ME.

      WE ARE ONE.
      REFLECTIONS OF BEAUTY.
      DIVINE BEINGS.
      GODDESSES OF THE SACRED.

      LOVE YOU.
      XOXOXO
      J

  3. thank you for putting into words the deepest longing of many of our souls
    “mystics without monasteries” yes! urban monk-ettes! priest-esses of the Most High! Brides of the Beloved! Lovers of the Beloved…there really is not a word, label, name or description that can contain the deep beauty, the intense feelings, tears of joy, tears of sorrow for all suffering in the world and the wonder and awe found in all of nature and all of life! blessings to you and the beautiful sharing of your heart

    1. I can’t tell you how much your comment made my heart sing! It’s been an arduous journey this year for me to allow these words to be said out loud even by myself, nevermind in a public forum. To have others who understand and share these longings….just reminds me of the purpose in speaking our truth. The time returns for us to do so…no longer are we under penalty of injury or persecution. No longer do we have to be in hiding. Time to speak it out loud….and to release fears of how we are perceived. Your soul companionship assists me in doing so…and thus, I thank you. xo

  4. reading this brought tears to my eyes. Mystics with Monasteries. I love it. I love thinking there might be a community of us somehow. Blessings to you as you open your heart more and more to this union with the Divine. and thank you, from the deepest well of my heart, for your sharing.

    1. Dearest Joss,

      I think you’re so right….a community of us. And we ‘know’ one another without ever needing to utter a word. You honor me with your presence, your sharing, your authentic way of living life. Your words inspire me….remind me that it’s always a gift to be our true selves. Thank you. Much love…xoxo

I always love to hear your thoughts....xx

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s