What happens when a quiet French mystic meets a Sufi wildfire? Somewhere between a monastery riot, a spinning dervish, and a burning cloak, the heart learns what kind of light it actually needs.
I’m glad it landed exactly when you needed it. Laughter is one of the oldest medicines on the path. Half the mystics learned more from a good laugh than from a lifetime of sermons.
I could feel the hysteria creeping in before i started reading. Anything that has monks fainting in it for some reason just kicks in hysterical laughter that refuses to stop. And then the abbot sobbed & I laffed harder & felt extremely guilty. And even more so when he quit.
I will see Rumi whirling in my dreams tonite & me attempting to whirl with him & trippping, then me trying to break my habit of alphabetizing everything in my life like Saint Martin & grilling him about his mystical revelations. I need to stop laffing by the time i see my pain doctor tomorrow or he’ll think i’m not really in pain. Who knows? Maybe by then i wont be. 😉🤷🏻♀️👨🏼⚕️
I am convinced Saint Martin kept receipts on half the cosmos. If anyone has a scroll labeled “How To Accidentally Found a Mystery School While Trying To Mind My Business,” it is him. And if he didn’t write it down, trust me, Rumi did.
🤣 I don't know from monasteries, but this transcends the setting. It could have as easily been a boardroom, or a classroom, or a computer lab (okay maybe not that). If the wrong people see this they'll be trying to turn it into a Netflix series. (Actually that may have already happened. I don't watch enough Netflix to know.)
I’m just the monk your Sunday school warned you about. No smoke, no pills, no powders. This is what happens when you mix stillness with too much curiosity and not enough adult supervision.
Take two deep breaths and call your soul in the morning.
I didn't go to Sunday School so I missed the warning. I grew up in the countryside and was busy playing with my G.I. Joe's (the original 12" tall ones) while dreaming about saving damsel in distress, polishing my Knight in Shining Armor and wondering if my cape was ever gonna come back from the cleaners. In the meantime, I pondered the Cosmos whilst looking out over my 100 acre wood. It was there I first felt Presence, though I had not word for it at the time. But then at the tender age of 12, the Agents of the Religious Matrix got a hold of me. I'm 67 now. About 20 years ago, I made my escape. Morphius, Neo & Trinity have been of great help during this transition, as well has my meditation sessions with Obi-Wan Kenobe. Here's to breathing deeply.🖖
You didn’t miss the warning at Sunday School. You just met the Mystery out in the fields before anyone could wrap it in dogma. Presence always shows up early for the ones paying attention. The Matrix agents only got you for a while. The fact that you walked out at 12 and still kept your inner Jedi alive tells me your compass was never broken. Some spirits get trained by pews. Others get trained by starlight and old woods. Sounds like you were claimed by the right teacher first. Keep breathing deep. The Force remembers.
So creative and delightful! Brought me the laughter, I so needed today 🫶
I’m glad it landed exactly when you needed it. Laughter is one of the oldest medicines on the path. Half the mystics learned more from a good laugh than from a lifetime of sermons.
I love this! Thank you for making me smile.
You had me at 'spiritually auspicious' and didn't disappoint. Funny seeing Rumi as the divine Loki. 😉
Rumi as the divine Loki 🤣😂😅🤣
i ADORE Loki (& Tom Huddleston is probably a huge part of that) & that is the perfect spot-on description of Rumi’s part in this 🤣😅
More religious upset please.
I could feel the hysteria creeping in before i started reading. Anything that has monks fainting in it for some reason just kicks in hysterical laughter that refuses to stop. And then the abbot sobbed & I laffed harder & felt extremely guilty. And even more so when he quit.
I will see Rumi whirling in my dreams tonite & me attempting to whirl with him & trippping, then me trying to break my habit of alphabetizing everything in my life like Saint Martin & grilling him about his mystical revelations. I need to stop laffing by the time i see my pain doctor tomorrow or he’ll think i’m not really in pain. Who knows? Maybe by then i wont be. 😉🤷🏻♀️👨🏼⚕️
😉Bodhisattva!!!🕉️ This is so hilarious & fun — I hope Saint Martin wrote it all down.📜
I am convinced Saint Martin kept receipts on half the cosmos. If anyone has a scroll labeled “How To Accidentally Found a Mystery School While Trying To Mind My Business,” it is him. And if he didn’t write it down, trust me, Rumi did.
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…
🤣 I don't know from monasteries, but this transcends the setting. It could have as easily been a boardroom, or a classroom, or a computer lab (okay maybe not that). If the wrong people see this they'll be trying to turn it into a Netflix series. (Actually that may have already happened. I don't watch enough Netflix to know.)
Who *ARE* you and can I please have whatever it is that you're smoking/ingesting/snorting??? 🥴😆😎❤️🙏🙌🖖🤘
I’m just the monk your Sunday school warned you about. No smoke, no pills, no powders. This is what happens when you mix stillness with too much curiosity and not enough adult supervision.
Take two deep breaths and call your soul in the morning.
I didn't go to Sunday School so I missed the warning. I grew up in the countryside and was busy playing with my G.I. Joe's (the original 12" tall ones) while dreaming about saving damsel in distress, polishing my Knight in Shining Armor and wondering if my cape was ever gonna come back from the cleaners. In the meantime, I pondered the Cosmos whilst looking out over my 100 acre wood. It was there I first felt Presence, though I had not word for it at the time. But then at the tender age of 12, the Agents of the Religious Matrix got a hold of me. I'm 67 now. About 20 years ago, I made my escape. Morphius, Neo & Trinity have been of great help during this transition, as well has my meditation sessions with Obi-Wan Kenobe. Here's to breathing deeply.🖖
You didn’t miss the warning at Sunday School. You just met the Mystery out in the fields before anyone could wrap it in dogma. Presence always shows up early for the ones paying attention. The Matrix agents only got you for a while. The fact that you walked out at 12 and still kept your inner Jedi alive tells me your compass was never broken. Some spirits get trained by pews. Others get trained by starlight and old woods. Sounds like you were claimed by the right teacher first. Keep breathing deep. The Force remembers.