“Why are we taken for frightening crazy fools?” the mystics wonder. It’s true that theses people may look frightening. Too many mystics look like nutcases. The most struck, moreover, are often the most powerful: those who levitate, heal, or walk on water.
In this field, we confuse everything. And even when we want to show discernment, the argumants are poor and too superficial. “People who do not feel the presence of God often confuse mystical and enlightened, which for them is not really a compliment. Isn’t the enlightened one who hears voices? Isn’t he a bit schizophrenic? Isn’t there someone who would be capable of killing in the name of God if the voices inspired him? Isn’t he someone who seeks to be talked about by all means? Isn’t the illuminated completely crazy?” (Martine Charbonnel, Adventuress of God)
Many are those who think so. Madness scares, but not reason. And yet! Yet, if we take stock, reasoning has done us as much harm as madness. Otherwise more! How many wings has she broken, this reason that always allies itself with fear? How many Mozarts murdered by her hand?
“Madness of the wise, wisdom of the foolish.“ (Idries Shah, Learning to Learn)
For those who seek inner light, they will have to face the guardian of the threshold. The guardian is fear. And the threshold is the last frontier of reason. When one reaches the threshold, one reaches the extreme limit of ordinary reality, governed by reason. Facing the guard is not falling into madness. Madness only leads to asylum, not to inner riches. One can cross the desert of madness, it is useful only if one comes out whole.
From the man to the true man, the way passes by the crazy man. Psychology will never be able to tell the truth about madness, since it is madness that holds the truth of psychology.
How do you expect it to be otherwise? Each era has its own conception of the sensible man, of the true man. And anyone who moves away from this accepted model is dangerous. Of a happy angel.
But we are at the bottom of the decline. Everything is going wrong, people feel bad, and the worst is coming. Ordinary men are false, foolish, terrified of all that is great. During the golden age, all humans are true, righteous, and great, for the goodness of the goddess is poured out endlessly upon them.
The golden age is like happiness: it is recognized only when it is past.
The golden age, you see every day, is not current. It has passed for 60,000 years. Thus describes the Latin poet Ovid:
“It was of gold, the first age to be born: without avenger, without constraint, without laws, it respected good faith and righteousness. No punishment or fear; no threat on bronze tables and the pleading crowd did not fear the face of their judge; without protector, people were safe.
No straight trumpet, no curved brass horn, neither helmet nor sword. Without soldiers, the tribes spent sweet leisure. The earth too, exempt from any obligation, gave everything of itself.
An eternal spring! The peaceful zephyrs caressed with their warm breath the flowers born without sowing. There, rivers of milk, there, rivers of nectar; drops of blond honey were falling from the verdant yeuse.” (Ovid, Metamorphoses, I, 89 – 11)
Yes, it is magnificent. But such perfection, such beauty can last?
I believe that the Africans, who are the first Homo Sapiens, experienced a phase of development that lasted a long time. They inhabited cities, they colonized wild lands in Europe, Asia, and America where they built temples and cities. At that time, the whites still lived as underdeveloped, they submitted to their black masters whom they considered gods, or rather, perfect men. (read more)
Let us deal with this idea: perfect men are our black gods, and their descendants have kept the grace and sublime lightness. Violence too, but doesn’t it come from our tortures towards them? And then, after the beautiful…
Beyond the beautiful begins the terrible.
For those who seek inner light, they will have to face the guardian of the threshold. The guardian is fear. And the threshold is the last frontier of reason. When one reaches the threshold, one reaches the extreme limit of ordinary reality, governed by reason. Facing the guard is not falling into madness. Madness only leads to asylum, not to inner riches. One can cross the desert of madness, it is useful only if one comes out whole.
“Madness of the wise, wisdom of the foolish.” (Idries Shah, Learning to Learn)
Confronting the guardian is agreeing to listen to his two guides, the reason of surface and deep intuition. Reasonable people refrain from taking a single step in this direction. For them, the slightest step towards something other than their daily misery already means becoming crazy.
“To reassure themselves, some think that there are also nice illuminated people who seem harmless. But by dint of being in their own little world or in their sect, this path is it not suicidal? Do not they risk of being unable to work, to eat, of leaving their child starve to death relying on God to take care of it? Do not they risk of making a faux pas one day and of making headlines with a mad gesture?” (Source)Martine Charbonnel, Adventuress of God
Sure they do. These cranks are not awake, far from it. In most cases, they are only dangerous for themselves fortunately.But when they combine to run a country, it sucks. They broke the ropes with the real world. They went drifting off in the unlikely inner infinite, without a guide, without a map, without beacons. They resemble those freaks who took too much LSD, those sad zombies of Goa in the 70s, or indeed today, so dissatisfied with an empty life greedy for desire proposed by medias, so frustrated that they took a lethal dose that did not quite killed them, they are stuck to the ceiling. Or much further. This is not a model to follow.Of course not!
The candidates for the inner quest are not that numerous, far from it. And the others take them for crazies. What nonsense!
He who confronts the keeper of the threshold is not an illuminated one. He is a warrior, an adventurer stretched towards the goal, always alert and yet serene.
He knows fear is the first enemy of the lightseeker. He knows that he will have to defeat it or be defeated by it.
He knows that reason alone can do nothing for him, and he knows that without it we go into a wall. Without reason, he will scatter in the azure, like those poor drug addicts.
But without madness, he will fall back to earth, both feet in the same shoe. He quickly understands that both extremes are essential to life.
So, as a true star watcher, he simultaneously uses his two brains, he harnesses two horses to his Cart, reason and madness. The result of this pairing is called controlled folly.
The Celtic Druids also practiced this technique, they called it the crazy thought.This topic has been treated quite often, those who have well read my pages already know it, may they forgive me.
The mastery of this technique, is the gift of the guardian of the threshold. This is only a ticket, but thanks to it the miracle can begin.
The Inner Quest may start.
What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.
The miracle, for the warrior as for Buddha,
is not flying in the air or walking on water.
The miracle is to walk on earth. He knows it.
Or else he “sits on a bench to contemplate two rainbows in a watercolor sky on the other side of a river swept by rain. Yet, close to him, people go into ecstasies only before ancient sailboats on public display.” (source)Martine Charbonnel, Adventuress of God
There are only two ways to live your life: acting as if nothing was a miracle, or doing as if everything was.
Thanks to Jean Giraud aka Moebius for these sublimes pictures
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