Trusting My Heart - What it Means to be a "Mystic"

 


"The heart is a bloom, shoots up through stony ground," - U2 Beautiful Day

 "The most unfortunate thing about the concept of mysticism is that the word itself has become mystified—relegated to a “misty” and distant realm that implies it is only available to a very few. For me, the word “mysticism” simply means experiential knowledge of spiritual things, in contrast to book knowledge, secondhand knowledge, or even church knowledge."

                                                                                                - Richard Rohr

 Rohr goes on to say that those of us who have been "churched," that is, have grown up going to church, often learned to distrust ourselves and our own inner experience. My Fundamentalist Evangelical Mennonite denomination too taught me not to trust my heart, or my instincts. They told me that "the heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked;" Jeremiah 17:9. My heart, what I felt in my bones to be good, right and beautiful could not be believed. Only the Bible was to be believed. A Bible that was never “interpreted” – it said what God meant to say and it was so. Kids take what adults tell them as the truth. I don’t think they were being purposefully malicious. They were repeating what had been taught over multiple generations.

 It was only years later that I realized that teaching us not to trust our own hearts was a method of self-policing, a method of coercive control used by those in authority. It’s just been so normalized over millennia that we don’t give it a second thought. I used to think that we needed to believe in our hearts innate evilness so we could maintain “self-control.” It helped us to do good. All it did for me was make me question my motives for everything I did.

 I was squashed in a shame and guilt sandwich with a smearing of the thinnest layer of grace; only enough to taste it in the moment. I sound kind of bitter. But really, I have gotten over it. When I think of the years that I constantly "fell short of the glory of God" and like I was the "lukewarm water" that Jesus spit out, it makes me sad.

 I have learned to trust my heart, to listen to my inner voice, to discern when I engage in self-preservation because I feel threatened in some way, when my natural tendency to love is blocked. Our bodies, minds and hearts act and think and feel in ways that try to keep us safe.

 A few years ago, I was reading or listening to something about understanding why we get defensive and hurt those we love. When we feel like we are going to be hurt we put up an invisible shield in defense. When we are hurt or hurting, we get out the spear. My husband and I have been putting down our metaphorical shields and spears ever since. It’s a lot of work to clean them out of the house. My heart is not evil. It is just trying to keep me safe.

 Mysticism isn't some ethereal plane reached by a few. It is about observing, thinking slowly, learning that one’s inner knowing is true when one is truly honest with oneself. It is a coming home within, so that home is never far away, but always near. And it’s safe.

 

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