Student of X
Paradigm Shifter
Just as day follows night, there is a kind of light and dark cycle in the development of a mystic. It's this ancient and universal cycle of mystical experience followed by spiritual fatigue that I believe gives rise to many religious concepts.
Periods of blissful mystical unity gradually fade, followed by fatigue. Then, a void develops which is filled by darkness. Then, through the dark, the mystic is forced to grow and find strength again. To grow in responsibility, maturity, wisdom.
Then Unity with the Absolute comes again, and then after a time fatigue sets in yet again. On and on this cycle goes. Back and forth between ecstasies of light and dark. Oscillations between spiritual prosperity and spiritual adversity that get faster and faster.
Then first, says Tauler again, do we attain to the fullness of Gods love as His children, when it is no longer happiness or misery, prosperity or adversity, that draws us to Him or keeps us back from Him. What we should then experience none can utter; but it would be something far better than when we were burning with the first flame of love, and had great emotion, but less true submission.
Eventually, a point beyond the oscillations is reached...a permanent unitive state. True submission.
This is the psychological explanation of those strange and painful episodes in the lives of great saintsindeed, of many spiritual persons hardly to be classed as saintswhen, perhaps after a long life passed in faithful correspondence with the transcendental order, growing consciousness of the presence of God, the whole inner experience is suddenly swept away, and only a blind reliance on past convictions saves them from unbelief.
The great contemplatives, those destined to attain the full stature of the mystic, emerge from this period of destitution, however long and drastic it may be, as from a new purification. It is for them the gateway to a higher state. But persons of a less heroic spirituality, if they enter the Night at all may succumb to its dangers and pains. This great negation is the sorting-house of the spiritual life. Here we part from the nature mystics, the mystic poets, and all who shared in and were contented with the illuminated vision of reality. Those who go on are the great and strong spirits, who do not seek to know, but are driven to be.
When a mystic is in the painful throes of the dark night of the soul, there are certain things that happen to the psyche of the mystic. The old consciousness is going away. A new consciousness is being born. And the birth pangs can rip a mind apart.
It is an amazing thing, says Madame Guyon naively, for a soul that believed herself to be advanced in the way of perfection, when she sees herself thus go to pieces all at once.
When a mystic becomes fatigued, certain kinds of torments afflict the mystic, certain forces, patterns, processes of the psyche surface and confront the mystic. I believe it is this period in the development of the mystic that originally gave rise to the concept of 'the devil' or 'the adversary' or 'the opposer'.
As her consciousness of God was gradually extinguished, a mental and moral chaos seems to have invaded Madame Guyon and accompanied the more spiritual miseries of her state. So soon as I perceived the happiness of any state, or its beauty, or the necessity of a virtue, it seemed to me that I fell incessantly into the contrary vice: as if this perception, which though very rapid was always accompanied by love, were only given to me that I might experience its opposite.
I was given an intense perception of the purity of God; and so far as my feelings went, I myself became more and more impure: for in reality this state is very purifying, but I was far from understanding this. . . . My imagination was in a state of appalling confusion, and gave me no rest. I could not speak of Thee, oh my God, for I became utterly stupid; nor could I even grasp what was said when I heard Thee spoken of. . . . I found myself hard towards God, insensible to His mercies; I could not perceive any good thing that I had done in my whole life. The good appeared to me evil; andthat which is terribleit seemed to me that this state must last for ever. (bold mine)
Mysticism: Part Two: The Mystic Way: IX. The Dark Night of the Soul
Thoughts? Opinions? Rants?
Periods of blissful mystical unity gradually fade, followed by fatigue. Then, a void develops which is filled by darkness. Then, through the dark, the mystic is forced to grow and find strength again. To grow in responsibility, maturity, wisdom.
Then Unity with the Absolute comes again, and then after a time fatigue sets in yet again. On and on this cycle goes. Back and forth between ecstasies of light and dark. Oscillations between spiritual prosperity and spiritual adversity that get faster and faster.
Then first, says Tauler again, do we attain to the fullness of Gods love as His children, when it is no longer happiness or misery, prosperity or adversity, that draws us to Him or keeps us back from Him. What we should then experience none can utter; but it would be something far better than when we were burning with the first flame of love, and had great emotion, but less true submission.
Eventually, a point beyond the oscillations is reached...a permanent unitive state. True submission.
This is the psychological explanation of those strange and painful episodes in the lives of great saintsindeed, of many spiritual persons hardly to be classed as saintswhen, perhaps after a long life passed in faithful correspondence with the transcendental order, growing consciousness of the presence of God, the whole inner experience is suddenly swept away, and only a blind reliance on past convictions saves them from unbelief.
The great contemplatives, those destined to attain the full stature of the mystic, emerge from this period of destitution, however long and drastic it may be, as from a new purification. It is for them the gateway to a higher state. But persons of a less heroic spirituality, if they enter the Night at all may succumb to its dangers and pains. This great negation is the sorting-house of the spiritual life. Here we part from the nature mystics, the mystic poets, and all who shared in and were contented with the illuminated vision of reality. Those who go on are the great and strong spirits, who do not seek to know, but are driven to be.
When a mystic is in the painful throes of the dark night of the soul, there are certain things that happen to the psyche of the mystic. The old consciousness is going away. A new consciousness is being born. And the birth pangs can rip a mind apart.
It is an amazing thing, says Madame Guyon naively, for a soul that believed herself to be advanced in the way of perfection, when she sees herself thus go to pieces all at once.
When a mystic becomes fatigued, certain kinds of torments afflict the mystic, certain forces, patterns, processes of the psyche surface and confront the mystic. I believe it is this period in the development of the mystic that originally gave rise to the concept of 'the devil' or 'the adversary' or 'the opposer'.
As her consciousness of God was gradually extinguished, a mental and moral chaos seems to have invaded Madame Guyon and accompanied the more spiritual miseries of her state. So soon as I perceived the happiness of any state, or its beauty, or the necessity of a virtue, it seemed to me that I fell incessantly into the contrary vice: as if this perception, which though very rapid was always accompanied by love, were only given to me that I might experience its opposite.
I was given an intense perception of the purity of God; and so far as my feelings went, I myself became more and more impure: for in reality this state is very purifying, but I was far from understanding this. . . . My imagination was in a state of appalling confusion, and gave me no rest. I could not speak of Thee, oh my God, for I became utterly stupid; nor could I even grasp what was said when I heard Thee spoken of. . . . I found myself hard towards God, insensible to His mercies; I could not perceive any good thing that I had done in my whole life. The good appeared to me evil; andthat which is terribleit seemed to me that this state must last for ever. (bold mine)
Mysticism: Part Two: The Mystic Way: IX. The Dark Night of the Soul
Thoughts? Opinions? Rants?