Dark Night of the Soul (1) – Mirabai Starr


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“…the darkness is nothing but unutterable radiance… you are ready… to be annihilated in love.”

Dark night of the soul, excerpts from Mirabai Starr’s Introduction (Starr is also the translator and has no denominational affiliation) to this mystical work by Saint John of the Cross.


Say when you were very young the veil lifted just enough for you to glimpse the underlying Real behind it and then dropped again. Maybe it never recurred, but you could not forget. And this discovery became the prime mover of the rest of your life, in ways you may not have even noticed. (174)

Your attention to liturgy is so pointed that you become sacred language.

Say these practices fill your heart. They make you feel holiness like wind through every fiber of your being and think rivers of holy thoughts.

Say that while each of the world’s great spiritual traditions may hint at that vastness you have longed for, none of them returns you to its threshold. Each of your chosen paths is about something, when all you’ve ever meant to choose is nothing. Simply because this is where you first saw God: in the emptiness.

Say prayer starts to dry up on your tongue. Sacred literature becomes fallen leaves, blows away.

The God you bow down to no longer draws you.

Say you bow down anyway. You repeat your mantra along the line of your prayer beads, continue chanting the divine names, melodious. You reread the scriptures, go to mass. You find satisfaction in none of these, yet you persevere. Why not? The things of the world are no competition. You long ago lost interest in material gain, in social status, in interpersonal drama.

This wretched limbo lasts for years.

Say each of the familiar spiritual rooms you go to seeking refuge are dark now, and empty. You sit down anyway. You take off your clothes at the door and enter naked. All agendas have fallen away. You grow so still in your nondoing that you forget for a moment that you are or that maybe God is not. This quietude deepens in proportion to your surrender.

Say what’s secretly going on is that the Beloved is loving you back. (192)

And that this darkness of the soul you have come upon and cannot seem to come out of is his final and greatest gift to you. Because it is only in this vast emptiness that he can enter, as your Beloved, and fill you. Where the darkness is nothing but unutterable radiance. Say he knows you are ready to receive him and to be annihilated in love. Can you say YES to that?


Recommended next (Kolodiejchuk)

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Dark Night of the Soul (0) – Resources & Recommendations


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If you think this metaphor is about suffering and depression, you are right. If you wish this metaphor were about joy and optimism, you are also right, and won’t be disappointed. If you think this poetic conception is about the unity of suffering and joy, you may be most right.

This metaphor for the divinely human experience is so wonderful and wondrous, there must be as many ways to approach, discover, and encounter it as there are persons. Nay, more, for even each person can encounter it in a wondrous number of ways, even at a single moment of a ‘given’ time.

My own musings about it start elsewhere.

The sequence, content, and annotations of my recommendations below are not random, but are my construction for introducing this metaphor to the curious.

Common use of the phrase has drifted considerably from its original specific meaning. Two authors faithful to the original senses are Mirabai Starr and Brian Kolodiejchuk.

I selected excerpts from Starr to introduce you to one way one might arrive at a true dark night by apparent accident. She expresses it with no religious-denomination affiliation whatever, while also touching on all of them. Starr is an elite artist of the inked quill who exquisitely nails that magical and ever-moving median between popular appeal and unquestionably professional scholarship. She will suck in a reader — ANY type of reader — instantly. If you don’t care for poetic language, she will not trigger your loathing; but she is an insidious trickster with a pen. [Incidentally, Starr’s book is introduced by Thomas Moore, whom I consider today’s authority on the soul.]

I selected Kolodiejchuk because he further differentiates the singular night into its dual notions — night of senses, and night of spirit — faithful to Thomas Keating’s teaching system for the original. Keating is not to be neglected either; he has great online videos, though the only ones I’ve watched so far are academic/instructional; my recommendations don’t currently include his work because I do not know it fully enough.

Even if Kolodiejchuk is not your thing, don’t skip Michael Mirdad. His style and content are much more mainstream for readers browsing the web to explore a topic like this. In a single long page, he touches on its history and spans its symptomology in terms more familiar in popular psychology and psychotherapy than the strictly spiritual—-all with a contemporary facility.

Below Starr, Kolodiejchuk, and Mirdad are a few other sources, useful, but less orthodox or less meaty or less concise or more expansive.

For deeper expansion, I recommend the book from which Starr’s passage is taken (especially if you want the origin of the phrase), followed by the book of this subject’s title by Thomas Moore (he also authored the introduction in Starr’s book) — the best of what a book is.

Richard Rohr, a modern mystic, writes occasionally about the Shadow, the soul, and sometimes its dark night, like here, where he refers to the Yes introduced by Starr.

Lastly, the book from which Kolodiejchuk’s passage is taken: Mother Teresa’s writings are as painful to read as obsolete translations of Saint Teresa of Avila’s Seven Castles/Mansions—but it’s noteworthy that neither of their writings were intended to be read as books, or by general audiences. (It would be wonderful to have their work tackled by Starr or someone of her caliber.)

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Wikipedia
Good page on the subject. Because of its sweeping breadth, you might find it a little thin to sink your teeth into and grasp the notion as deeply as you can concisely by some of my other recommended sources. It’s External Links have some useful translation alternatives to Starr.


LonerWolf.com

This interesting couple are self-styled “spiritual mentors who blend a mixture of psychological and spiritual insight…” I stumbled into their (long) web compositions searching for material relating ego and soul. I’ve come to appreciate it, because soul is such an ephemeral notion that it cannot be very fully appreciated by consulting only sources orthodox in philosophy, psychology, or theology.

They take a shot at distinguishing between depression and an orthodox Dark Night, though I wasn’t convinced. But I have invested considerable time in exploring their larger corpus. To me, Mirdad bridges more central orthodoxy to these fringier commercializations.

To my senses of soul and ego, this site is virtually agreeable in all regards, and has great content of all sorts. Give them a read if you’d like to broaden your own horizons, and this excerpt appeals to you:

“…friction within us … causes the mirror of our Souls to be polished enough for us to glimpse our True Nature. I often hear people speak of the Dark Night as some kind problem they have to “fix,” or something they “went through a long time ago, that is now over, thank God.” But what these people thought was a Dark Night may have just been a glimpse of the darkness within them, especially when they speak egotistically about it as if it were a badge of honor.”
https://lonerwolf.com/the-dark-night-of-the-soul/

A related page: “Complicated grief can serve as an initiation onto your spiritual path through the Dark Night of the Soul.”


To my first recommendation (Mirabai Starr)

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‘Work on’ Self, But ‘Fix’ Others


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Is the real You a somewhat free-spirited risk-taker who fears the regrets of recklessness, shackled too long by manifold sources of cowardice from within and fear of abandonment and rejection by externals?

Have you failed to feed your appetite for music, sports, books, liturgy, theology, philosophy, psychology, fierce and vulnerable intimacy?

Have you combined your passions with your insecurities to construct a persona of an inflated ego? Or/and a dishonestly deflated ego pretending as humility?

Yeah.

What do You need? Do you need more feedback? Do you need more honest criticism? Do you need more affirmation? Do you need more license to take reckless risk? Do you need to have your ego downsized? Do you need to open yourself more to living—-come what may?

Yeah.

For crying out loud (and inside, loud), how needy can one person be?

When the hell will You stop trying to work on yourself, and care about other people?

Right now. Then, again at 2:47pm. And tomorrow at 10:06am. And tomorrow night… And… Both/and…


Related: Dark Night of the Soul (4) – Introductory Musings: Exemplary Lessons?

Neil D. 2020-05-12

Glass Half… What?


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A dear old friend asked how I am these days. “Glass half empty or glass half full?”

The friend knew me well. Knows me well?

The friend likely knows my favorite response of yore:

The glass is twice as big as it needs to be.

Hey Smiley:) How am I these days? Wondering why we use that metaphor for the dynamics of the human soul:)

There’s evaporation even during stillness.

Unless we cover the glass. Not very natural. What’s the point of having liquid in the glass when it’s covered. That’s what bottles and containers are for.

Spigots refill it unexpectedly.

Welcomed faucets hitherto unrecognized as fountains. Unwelcome ones too.

Sometimes I guzzle the glass’ contents, ravenously thirsty.

Sometimes I guzzle its contents, not out of thirst, but more out of curiosity.

Is the drink still cold and refreshing, or strangely warm, yet wet?

Were the contents meant even to be drunk? Or merely beheld?

The glass and its contents intrigue me because they have a strange and interesting relationship.

A static container for a fluid fluid.

I can relocate the glass, and the carried fluid changes location too, but remains contained just the same.

I tote the glass to keep with me the promise inside it.

Different fluids come and go.

The same fluid can change while it rests within it. To the eye, statically contained, but undergoing dynamics not seen with that eye, known only by the product washing past my nose and tongue.

This glass and fluid have an interesting relationship.

Static. Dynamic.
Moved as one.

One consumed — replaceable but satisfying, only because it’s consumable; or only because it is consumed; or both, consumable *and* consumed.
The other durably enduring its changeable content.

Is my ego a glass container? Are my feelings and states and thoughts fluid? Is the larger ‘me’ the glass and fluid? Half… what? The other half… what else? Empty? Full? Twice as big as needed?

We like and use metaphors for things too boundless for expression within word’s limits. Even thought’s boundaries. Like you, old friend. Like me…

We each are a fluid glass.

Empty.

Full.

Half.

Twice.

Big…


Neil D. 2020-05-11


Related: The glass-half-full metaphor


Love Is Not a Noun (1), like Judgment


By no reputable wisdom tradition has any prophet ever revealed a higher power who demands that we judge our selves or anyone else.

None.

Oh, to be sure, there are many traditions involving judgment. But they are not wise if they prescribe it instead of proscribing it.

Didn’t Yeshua explicitly chastise the hypocritical Pharisees as judges? (my answer)

Judgment is an action of the human ego, and it seems one of the ego’s purposes is to deeply teach us the futile absurdity of judgment. Deeply. Not superficially. Not consciously. For that is not deeply. We must “learn” the futility of judgment with every fiber of our being, at our deepest depth. That is why judgment hurts so very deeply.

Right and wrong are “written on our HEARTS,” not on our minds. Ultimately, our ego minds always get right wrong.

The “voice of conscience” is always an inner voice. There is no external collective conscience. Codifying into law the fullness of who we are is folly. Those are just fun intellectual exercises of the ego intellect. The most perilous of fun. They put the F U in fun.

Though Love came to fulfill the Law, not abolish the Law, we ourselves have not been created to fulfill it by perfecting our compliance. We are created to turn the Law on its head by Love. Only Love leads to compliance; compliance does not lead to love.

Compliance flows FROM love. Compliance does not, cannot, lead TO love.

Only Love is active fulfillment. And fulfillment is not an end, not an achievement or task to be completed or finished. That makes “fulfillment” a difficult word.

If you seek to live by your fullest nature, seek to act always from the place of love.

Simple does not mean easy. Authentic simplicity, in fact, NEVER means easy. If it did, things would not be complicated!

Continued in Love Is Not a Noun (2). What IS Love?

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Neil D. 2020-05-10