I'm reading a book, Spiritual Genius: Ten Masters and the Quest for Meaning. Huston Smith, the last guy in the book, says, "Depression is spiritual flu." He says when he is not living in what the Celts call "the thin place," near the divine, he knows he is depressed; he's got the spiritual flu.
That is exactly what has been going on with me.
After years of living in that "thin place," I currently am not. I've been searching for solutions on the mortal plane -- "Maybe the right sandwich will make me feel better. The right job. The right grad school." But no -- spiritual wildernesses are their own beast. The solutions are spiritual.
I keep forgetting I am a Mystic.
For me, the mortal world shadows the spiritual one. If I solve my spiritual blockages, the mortal problems solve themselves. I've been tackling it wrong-way-round.
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Some deep wisdom there. I'm going to look for that book too. Get well soon.
This is wonderful, Rachel. I love insights like that!
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