Saint Martin and Rumi Accidentally Start a Monastery Riot
When a French mystic meets a Sufi fireball and the cloister discovers its insurance policy has a spiritual exclusion clause
⚜️ Satire Alert ⚜️
This scroll is entirely fictional. No saints were harmed, derobed, reoriented, reintegrated, whirled, or interrogated by the Archons during production. Any resemblance to actual mystics is spiritually auspicious but legally irrelevant.
It started because Saint Martin showed up to the monastery five minutes early.
No one knows why he was early. The man lived his entire life trying not to be noticed. But that morning he walked in like someone told him heaven was having a clearance sale on humility.
He sat in the corner and opened a small notebook labeled Reintegration Notes For When Humanity Eventually Gets Its Act Together. This was optimistic of him. He wrote exactly two words before the incident happened.
Rumi arrived.
Not quietly.
Not politely.
Not in any condition legally recognized as “calm.”
He burst through the doors like the Beloved had just texted him at 2 a.m. with a winky face and the GPS coordinates of a cosmic rave.
Half the monks instinctively reached for the rulebook.
The other half reached for their beads.
The abbot reached for his therapist.
Rumi shouted, “Beloved!” and then immediately began whirling, which would have been fine except he knocked over three candles, a lectern, and Brother Gregory, who had not moved that fast since the Crusades.
Saint Martin stared, blinking slowly, like a man trying to decide if he should call security or surrender his ego on the spot.
“Friend,” Rumi said, spinning toward him, “you look like someone who alphabetizes his mystical revelations.”
“I do,” Saint Martin replied.
Rumi kissed him on the forehead.
Brother Thomas fainted.
The Riot Begins
Within minutes the entire monastery had split into factions.
The Rumi faction began singing, whirling, chanting, and hugging people who definitely did not want to be hugged.
The Saint Martin faction formed a small circle in the corner to discuss metaphysical diagrams, reintegration, and whether one can achieve union with the Divine without violating the fire code.
The abbot tried to regain control by quoting the Church Fathers, but Rumi danced behind him chanting “Love is the only commentary.”
Saint Martin raised his hand politely and asked if the monastery had a policy regarding ecstatic mobility.
The abbot sobbed.
The Unexpected Outcome
Rumi eventually slowed down, walked right up to Saint Martin, and said gently, “The heart needs both the flame and the ember.”
Saint Martin wrote this down as if he had just been handed the missing chapter of a book he had been trying to write for thirty years.
Then Rumi added, “Also, your cloak is on fire.”
It was.
He hadn’t noticed.
Several monks screamed.
One monk fainted again.
Rumi blew out the flames with a single breath, which caused another crisis because the monks thought a miracle had occurred and immediately tried to form a theological commission.
Saint Martin sighed.
Rumi hugged him again.
The abbot quit.
What They Taught Without Meaning To
When the smoke cleared and Brother Gregory regained consciousness, the monks realized two truths.
Rumi had brought the fire.
Saint Martin had brought the form.
One dissolves the self.
One restores the self.
One dances the mind away.
One writes the mind home.
The monastery needed both, even if it also needed a new lectern, three candles, and a trauma counselor.
And ever since that holy disaster, the monks greet newcomers with a single rule.
If you see a man enter quietly with a notebook, prepare your heart.
If you see a man enter loudly shouting Beloved, prepare your insurance.
Blessed are the ones who can handle both.
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I absolutely love this. Sometimes the spirit moves in spilt ink on sacred pages…sometimes it is the cleanest of calligraphy written in careful lines…