Confessions Of A Mystic

Just as one cannot adequately describe in words the juicy sweetness of a ripe pear or the shocking depth of the color indigo, so too it seems impossible to relay in words the ecstasy of divine union.

While I have been blessed with intermittent perception of divine union, these evolving enlightenment experiences have been more than enough to fuel a devoted inner journey. For years, I have engaged in intense sadhana, meditating, studying and traveling with an enlightened master who often reminds us his role is not to put out fires, but to start them. I have offered every part of myself without reserve (or so I believed) into the fire for burning.

Throughout this journey, I have yearned and prayed that my individual identity would be dissolved so completely that I might merge into permanent oneness with the Beloved. I have awaited the day when the Divine would take from me that which is not mine - this silly charade of an ego that keeps this great lover from her Beloved.

I must now confess. I never thought much about how this dissolution would look or feel, nor did it really matter. I suppose I assumed the intense but generally "manageable" dismantling I'd experienced over many years would simply come to a happy completion. How nice. My Beloved would simply say, "Come, my dear, you've been away for far too long", and sacred lovers would join in ecstatic embrace. It would be glorious and sweet...rapturous but gentle.

I did not realize the hard, irregular edges of my heart would first need to be shattered. That the chards would pierce me in ways I thought not possible to be penetrated. That the shadow realm would unleash its ghosts, requiring all aspects of the hidden self to be reckoned with and reclaimed. I did not know that the ego, like a vicious and wounded animal, would take hostage the internal witness, co-opting perception into the unbearable pain of its own dying. I did not know this. Thank you, mercy, I did not know this, but nor would it have mattered.

In this painful but potent process, everything has been stripped away - every belief, everything I thought I knew, every comforting sense of who "I" am and my place in the world. All gone. All concepts like quicksand under my feet. With no place to stand, I have prayed, "Devastate me if you must. Erase this ignorance until there is no "me" left, but only You. My heart feels broken beyond any hope of repair...so please don't stop until the job is done."

Into this naked and undefended heart-space marched a parade of disgusting and shameful qualities out the shadow. One by one these shadow aspects were received, first with resistance, anger, and argument. Then with humiliation, resignation. And finally, as all resistance crumbled, with acceptance and forgiveness. I am That. As the parade marched on it became almost freakishly humorous. The full range of misfits and derelicts in my psyche, and my insane resistance to them, would have been hilariously absurd had it not been so depressing to my ego. Ok, I get it, I'm all That.

In my last post, I shared much of this process in a very raw and tender way, but what followed in these last weeks was something new emerged. After reclaiming these shadow qualities came a phase of deep somatic reckoning. Visceral emotional states defying description moved in waves through my being. With no external provocation arose feelings of despair, depression, death. My teacher, Dattatreya Siva Baba, would continually ask, "Why are you so attached to your mind? You keep acting as if these experiences are you."

Even from within this terrible nightmare, I knew my identification with the experience was a fallacy. Of course, I'd been trained to cultivate meditative states of witnessing attention for over a decade. But I'd never been asked to die while doing it. How to relax? How to resurrect the witness while at the same time being crucified? The ego was experiencing such a radical and vicious dissolution that it was lashing out violently for its survival. "I" was consumed by the experience, identifying with the agony as everything I once called "me" evaporated into mist.

I prayed for grace. Grace responded. I was asked simply to see and feel 'What Is'. Be fully attentive to the moment. I was being taught deeper Presence by virtue of these most excruciating experiences. The ravaging was so complete that no possibility remained but abject humility. We all want to be special, but we are neither more nor less special than anyone else. We are only witness to 'What Is' in every moment.

Resisting the urge to distract myself or push away the experience, I acquiesced. First subtly and then more fully, I chose to stay present, to meet even the darkest moment with undefended awareness. I will see and feel 'What Is' in all its nakedness. No matter how heinous or heartbreaking, I will bear witness.

With this choice came a deep and undeniable...love. It was a startling and expansive revelation: Presence is love. Being fully available to 'What Is', however terrifying or sublime, is love.

With deep humility, I realized how limited my love has been. Confined and conscripted to the narrow set of ways I've felt comfortable offering it. Often subconsciously resisting or contorting 'What Is', rather than meeting it face to face, I have not fully loved. While many would say I have loved generously and well, the love of Presence was something altogether different - vast, unconditioned, infinitely capable and merciful. And existing right now.

By meeting this death with Presence, agreeing not to run or hide or change anything, choosing to stay right there as long as required - a day, a year, a decade, a lifetime - Grace was present. My Beloved was there. Waiting.

There was, after all, only One of us.

Comments

[subs99]

Stacy - So close, yet infinitely far away. Clearly "you" believe ego is gone. There is no you. If there is no you, there is no one else. There are NO PEOPLE! There is only EVERYTHING. And everything is perfection, just as it is. "There is nothing out of order." Right. NOTHING!! Do you Wish? Feel? Hope? Soothe? Care? Cry? Yearn? Choose? Who is the YOU to do all this???

There is no you. Now STOP.

There is no 'you' to have any experiences!

There are no qualities within ourselves. There is no self!

There is no part of you, to feel anything! Lost, confused.....

"Everything you feel" -- there is no you. STOP!

"...tenderness my heart yearns for..." STOP! No you to have a heart or to yearn!

"soothe your sorrow" -- who has sorrow?!

"For you I love" STOP! No I and no You!!!

"I choose to stay" If there is no you, then who chooses?!

"I care for all of us." There is no you, there is no us, there isn't anyONE!

"I do this for every soul....." There is no one to cry, or be cold, or hungry, there is NO ONE -- how can there be loneliness?

"heart sorrow"-- whose???

"your sacred body is my body" -- there is only EVERYTHING, there are no separate bodies.

"I love you" there is no I, there is no you!

STOP! STOP!! STOP!!!!!!­!!!!!!!!!!­!

QUICK! Read "Perfect Brilliant Stillness" David Carse, and let the confusion go....

[Riverwolf]

I admire Stacy for being able to write out her thoughts and emotions so clearly on this topic. It’s comforting to hear others who are struggling with the same things you are. Not that I’m anywhere near as aware as Stacy describes. I have moments but they fade like wisps of smoke.

Mostly, I’m stumbling around confused and wondering if what I’m doing is going to help or just lull me to sleep.

The dissolution Stacy speaks of—it doesn’t occur as we expect it will. The challenge is to remain aware and awake so that we don’t get distracted with all the unexpected detours that appear in order to drive us from our path.

[GCFrank]

Beautiful words of truth here.
These truths are larger than words. If one had to give names to this that remains when ego is surrendered, Love would certainly be one of them. Love, God, Life, Truth.
The freak parade is indeed comical. What are we to make of these words, entrepreneur, investor, MBA, leader, partner, teacher...? Blissfully, we need to make nothing of them. They have nothing to do with this which we truly are. It contains all of them, and more.
Blessings to you on your path. Campbell.

[Jennifer]

Namaste, Shanti.

[fairwitness]

So who, then, after all, is that (alas, still rather grandiose) "mystic"?

[sublime]

I agree, this is a very ego based and grandiose label to give oneself.
"A radical and vicious dissolution of the ego" seems to be the mantra. It is a vilification of the ego, making your experience of it black or white. All or nothing. This is a very polarizing, uncultivated and immature leaning as a life view... We are given egos to use with great care as we are given our physical bodies.
The are many who experience the ecstasy of pure love without ever studying with a "master" or a teacher, without ever meditating in a traditional form, and without ever uttering the word spiritual. These individuals do not proclaim their arduous journey, recounting the years they have spent invested in their particular philosophical practice. These are the ones who are quietly and truely enlightened, they walk in great love and overflow with the abundant force of life and true connection. They do not require the guidance of any dogma or other ego driven person as their environment needn't have controls in order to define what defies definition. They revel in their own connecton to source without giving their power away to a middleman.
Stacey, you seem like a sincere individual but I think you are confusing your own crisis of belief with something else.

[ineedtowakeup]

Oh, Stacey: So few could possibly understand what you are attempting to do. I am at exactly the same place, though, have no personal guru. Still, I look to Eckhart Tolle, who would so admire what you're doing, as do I. As I read this today, while in excrutiating pain myself, wondering will this ever ever end, I thought to myself, this woman, you Stacey are beyond brave to even write about such deep and deeply deeply layered things, that many of us have to experience over and over and over. I've been trying to become conscious and present my whole life, many many decades now. I have made great progress, but with a new crisis at hand, it all begins all over again. Yep, all over again. Many would say I too think too much, feel too much, am too sensitive, too deep. blah, blah, blah.

They are not the people I need in my life however. I need people like you, who are not afraid and are willing to go the distance. I bow to you. I have always been impresseed by you but today had to register so I could give you my feedback.

DON'T STOP, WHATEVER YOU DO. YOU ARE NOT ALONE, though we too often feel we are. Keep writing this for those of us WHO DO UNDERSTAND, who are also mystics on the path to compassion.
JUST DON'T STOP. DON'T LET ANY JUDGEMENTAL OR CYNIC STOP YOU.