OK, so the other week, I spoke of how reading a book about mysticism had forced me to consider how thinking of the Divine as "The Beloved" does (or does not) resonate for me. This is a brief update about that.
It's becoming clear that this terminology simply doesn't quite reflect where I am, spiritually. As for why, I am not entirely sure. The factors I brought up last time probably enter into it. The implied duality of the concept is part of it, as is the issue of how hard it is to think of the feminine face of the Divine being my lover, or the object of passion. It's all just a little strange.
Of course, me being me, my first thoughts were, "I am doing it wrong." "I am not a mystic after all." "This author knows much more about all this than I do" (which is true!). "Maybe if I tried harder, I could do it right."
Almost upon thinking them, I realized these thoughts reflected my old way of being, my tendency to join with the world in making myself wrong. So in case I haven't done it before, I'd like to try to articulate what my relationship to the Divine actually is. My way of being a mystic right now may simply be a little different.
Even though ultimately I think of the creative force of the universe as beyond gender, perhaps far beyond Love as we know it, at this moment, I can only use my best human senses, and with those senses, I see absolutely every drop of energy in the Universe as the physical outpicturing of the body of the Great Mother. This is the only way I can describe it at this moment in time. I see myself as one small facet of that woman's body, one fractal, one iota, one cell as it were. I guess you would say that instead of loving Her, being passionate about Her, seeing Her as a beloved outside of me, it's more that I love being part of Her. I love the privilege of being integral to Her at this time as She is going through a rebirth. I love the parallels between Her life and mine, and, yes, sometimes I see no separation between them...not in a narcissistic way I hope, but in the fractal sense of all being one. It's less a case of spending my days yearning to be part of Her, and more a case of yearning to grow and blossom where I am, already within Her.
There are moments when my efforts to articulate these things come uncomfortably close to the language of the scriptures I grew up hearing (and singing) -- well, such is life. Despite decades of trying to find unique new words for a new age, the language hasn't changed as quickly as some of us have. So we do our best. I guess I tell this story by way of giving all of us permission to try to find the words for who we are, and what we believe -- despite conformational forces out in the collective. If our "way of being" is different, it's different. And that's OK. On this Saturday of torrential rain, it's OK.