“Mystical Lovers” by Prem Geet C 2010

This month let us honor the letter B, the first letter of Birthday.

My birthday is coming soon, and I always feel it intensely as a soul renewal, a reboot, a change coming.  This birthday, my gift is lavish self-acceptance.   I finally own that I am a mystic and that is not going to change.  I cannot be other than that, although I have tried to be everything but that.  In a practical way, I have really tried to answer the conditioning shouts to LIVE RIGHT.  Despite my best efforts, my soul expresses a mystic side.  She has a power and pacing all her own.  From here on out,  I am going to be a mystic in my life.  No more apologies.  Fly with me to the moon for a sweet birthday celebration. 

Osho said, “…the life, existence, God, or whatever you call it, is basically not only unknown but unknowable. All effort to know is futile. Relax and live. The mystic lives, the non-mystic thinks.”

I remember the day I let go of having a career identity.  Ten years ago, I was driving to work in my business suit, and I had to stop at a red light.  The car behind me was honking insanely for me to go, even though the light was red.  I just sat there looking at the shrieking woman in my rearview mirror.  Looking very chic in sunglasses and designer labels, she ranted on her cell phone, while chewing gum, screaming at me, and feeling so grandiose.  Whoever she was, she was faking the whole show.  At that precise moment, I realized how insane the world really is, and I literally stepped off the ferris wheel.  More than a deep “no” to society, I was saying the deepest yes to my soul.  I became myself after that.  I became the mystic I have been since childhood where I spent most of the time outdoors at the creek and in the fields.  I was seeing what Osho had described in “Mustard Seed:”

“What you call the ’normal’ human being is nothing but normal pathology or normal madness, normal insanity. The ’normal’ man is also insane, but insane within the boundaries, the accepted boundaries of the society, of the culture.”

A mystic is someone who naturally listens to the silence and the Earth and the Stars.  A mystic longs for the ocean and its sparkling horizon. A mystic is someone for whom every day is unusually rich with meaning and vibrant symbolic messages of great portent.  A mystic is a traveler for whom the normal routines of life are not possible—even time and duties are relativistic—we live in Eternity!  We chase an invisible god far and wide, and at some point we may catch up with god and it is too much so we put more distance between and forget, and begin chasing it again.  A mystic will carry a step ladder to the horizon on a full moon night, and climb up three steps to place her palm on the moon’s side.  She cannot hear the background noise of anyone warning her:  “Don’t go there, don’t try it, you will never be happy chasing god.”  The mystic has an unquenchable thirst until it disappears, and she sits on the side of the road in the sparkling green grass, breathing in a sky of champagne.  Suddenly she knows-- she is and always has been inside a breathing GOD.  Even on sunny day, see the starlight in the stones, and moonlight in the grass.  The light inside everything is obvious to a common mystic.

In the words of Beloved Osho:  “The seeker after knowledge is a rapist; he is violent, aggressive. The mystic loves life, and in that love mysteries are opened, veils upon veils are removed. But the mystery deepens; it is not finished. One door opens, and you see another door. That opens, and you see another door. Deeper and deeper you move, but there is no end to depth.”

Looking over my life, all the quiet times in nature…I have always been a mystic.  I found my wellness and inspiration outdoors.  I found love in the flowers and weeds and stones.  An avid sunbather, I have always felt the cosmos in my cells.  I knew the sun was in my blood, the moon as my own soul.  The ambition has dissolved.

Osho said: “That is why when you go to the hills you suddenly feel a rapture. From where does it come? From the hills? No, it comes because now you can put the armor aside, there is no need to be afraid. When you go to a tree suddenly you feel beautiful. It is not coming from the tree, it is coming from within you. But with a tree there is no need to protect yourself, you can be at ease and at home. The flower is not going to suddenly attack you; the tree cannot be a thief, it cannot steal anything from you. So when you go to the hills, to the sea, to the trees, to the forest, you put aside your armor.”

Door after door, the mystic continues to open and feels everything intensely, violin music in the blood, an orange soul, a butterfly’s thoughts.  A mystic feels at one with nature and the Earth.  I often reset my inner clock just taking a nice walk, noticing the shapes of trees, listening for tree messages.  I can look at the crinks and cranks of a tree branch for hours and conjure up its response to sunny days and rainy days and how it grew that way.  I must call myself back to the world of time, clocks, and calendars. I will never be a banker.  I will never be a CEO.  That is so okay. Happy Birthday to me. 

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