The Mystical Core of Organized Religion
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Brother David Steindl-Rast, O.S.B., is a monk of Mount Savior Monastery in the Finger Lake Region of New York State and a member of the board of the Council on Spiritual Practices. He holds a Ph.D. from the Psychological Institute at the University of Vienna and has practiced Zen with Buddhist masters. He is author of Gratefulness, The Heart of Prayer and Music of Silence : A Sacred Journey Through the Hours of the Day.
Copyright © 1989 by David Steindl-Rast.
Used by the Council on Spiritual Practices with permission.
First appeared in ReVision, Summer 1989 12(1):11-14.
Mysticism has been democratized in our day. Not so long ago,
"real" mystics were those who had visions, levitations, and
bilocations and, most important, were those who had lived in the
past; any contemporary mystic was surely a fake (if not a witch).
Today, we realize that extraordinary mystical phenomena have little
to do with the essence of mysticism. (Of course, genuine mystics
had told us this all along; we just wouldn't listen.) We've come to
understand mysticism as the experience of communion with
Ultimate Reality (i.e., with "God," if you feel comfortable with this
time-honored, but also time-distorted term).
Many of us experience a sense of communion with Ultimate Reality
once in a while. In our best, most alive moments, we feel somehow
one with that fundamental whatever-it-is that keeps us all going.
Even psychological research suggests that the experience of
communion with Ultimate Reality is nearly universal among
humans. So we find ourselves officially recognized as bona fide
mystics. Some of us even sense the challenge to translate the bliss
of universal communion into the nitty-gritty of human community
in daily living. That's certainly a step forward.
Like every step forward in life, however, the discovery of mysticism
as everyone's inalienable right brings with it a puzzling tension.
Those who feel this tension most keenly are people who have long
been members of an established religion, with its doctrines, ethical
precepts, and rites. They may discover the mystical reality inside
the religious establishment or outside of it: either in church or on a
mountaintop, while listening to Bach's B-Minor Mass, or while
watching a sunset. In any case, but especially out in nature, those
who taste mystical ecstasy may begin to sense a discrepancy
between this undeniably religious experience and the forms that
normally pass as religious. If the religious pursuit is essentially the
human quest for meaning, then these most meaningful moments of
human existence must certainly be called "religious." They are, in
fact, quickly recognized as the very heart of religion, especially by
people who have the good fortune of feeling at home in a religious
tradition. And yet, the body of religion doesn't always accept its
heart. This can happen in any religious tradition, Eastern or
Western. To the establishment, after all, mysticism is suspect. The
established religion asks: Why is there a need for absorption in the
Cloud of Unknowing when we have spelled out everything so
clearly? And isn't that emphasis on personal experience a bit
egocentric? Who can be sure that people standing on their own feet
won't go their own way? These suspicions gave rise to the famous
saying that "myst-i-cism begins with mist, puts the I in the
center, and ends in schism."
In every religion, there is this tension between the mystic and the
religious establishment. As great a mystic as Rumi (1207-73)
attacked his own Muslim establishment:
When the school and the mosque and the minaret
Al Hallaj (c. 858-922), on the other hand, was attacked by that same
establishment, tortured, and crucified for his mystical lifestyle and
convictions, a persecution not without political overtones. One way
or the other, the same plot is acted out repeatedly on the stage of
history: every religion seems to begin with mysticism and end up in
politics. If we could understand the inner workings of this process,
maybe we could deal with the tension between mystical religion and
religious establishment in a new way. Maybe we could transform
the polarization into a mutually vitalizing polarity. Understanding
would certainly make us more compassionate with those caught up
on both sides of the struggle.
get torn down, then the dervishes
can begin their community.
The question we need to tackle is this: How does one get from
mystic experience to an established religion? My one-word answer
is: inevitably. What makes the process inevitable is that we do with
our mystical experience what we do with every experience, that is,
we try to understand it; we opt for or against it; we express our
feelings with regard to it. Do this with your mystical experience
and you have all the makings of a religion. This can be shown.
Moment by moment, as we experience this and that, our intellect
keeps step; it interprets what we perceive. This is especially true
when we have one of those deeply meaningful moments: our
intellect swoops down upon that mystical experience and starts
interpreting it. Religious doctrine begins at this point. There is no
religion in the world that doesn't have its doctrine. And there is no
religious doctrine that could not ultimately be traced back to its
roots in mystical experience that is, if one had time and patience
enough, for those roots can be mighty long and entangled. Even if
you said, "My private religion has no doctrine for I know that my
deepest religious awareness cannot be put into words," that would
be exactly what we are talking about: an intellectual interpretation
of your experience. Your "doctrine" would be a piece of so-called
negative (apophatic) theology, found in most religions.
Some of us are more intellectually inclined than others, more likely
to interpret experience by thinking it through, but all of us do so to a
certain extent. Yet, forming an opinion is not all we do. On the
basis of that opinion, we take sides for or against; we desire or
reject. Our will does that. As soon as we recognize something as
good for us, we cannot help desiring it. That is why we commit
ourselves willingly to go after it. The moment we taste the mystical
bliss of universal belonging, we say a willing yes to it. In this
unconditional yes lies the root of ethics. And all ethical systems
can ultimately be reduced to acting as one acts when one feels a
sense of belonging.
It is always the whole human person that interacts with the world,
but when the interaction aims at knowing, we speak of the intellect.
When desire stands in the foreground, we speak of the will. The
intellect sifts out what is true; the will reaches out for what is good.
But there is a third dimension to reality: beauty. Our whole being
resonates with what is beautiful, like a crystal lampshade that
reverberates every time you hit a C sharp on the piano. Where this
feeling of resonance (or, in other situations, dissonance) marks our
interaction with the world, we speak of the emotions. How joyfully
the emotions reverberate with the beauty of our mystical
experience! The more they respond, the more we will celebrate that
experience. We may remember the day and the hour and celebrate
it year after year. We may go back to the garden bench where the
singing of that thrush swept us off our feet. We may never hear the
bird again, but a ritual has been established, a kind of pilgrimage
has been undertaken to a personal holy place. Ritual, too, is an
element of every religion. And every ritual in the world celebrates
in one form or another belonging pointing toward that
ultimate belonging we experience in moments of mystical
The response we give in those moments is always wholehearted. In
the heart, at the core of the human person, intellect, will, and
emotions still form an integral whole. Yet, once the response of the
heart expresses itself in thinking, willing, or feeling, the original
wholeness of the response is refracted, or broken. That is why we
are never fully satisfied with the expression of those deepest
insights, in word or image. Nor is our willing commitment to
justice and peace, our yes to belonging, as wholehearted on the
practical level as it is in moments of mystical communion. And our
feelings often fail to celebrate the beauty that we glimpsed unveiled
for a moment, the beauty that continues to shine through the veil of
daily reality. Thus, doctrine ethics and ritual bear the mark of our
shortcomings, even n these earliest buds of religion. Yet, they
fulfill a most important function: they keep us connected, no matter
how imperfectly, with the truth, goodness, and beauty that once
overwhelmed us. That is the glory of every religion.
As long as all goes well with a religion, then doctrine, ethics, and
ritual work like an irrigation system, bringing ever fresh water from
the source of mysticism into daily life. Religions differ from each
other, as irrigation systems do. There are objective differences:
some systems are simply more efficient. But subjective preferences
are also important. You tend to like the system you are used to;
your familiarity with it makes it more effective for you, no matter
what other models may be on the market. Time has an influence on
the system: the pipes tend to get rusty and start to leak, or they get
clogged up. The flow from the source slows down to a trickle.
Fortunately, I have not yet come across a religion where the system
didn't work at all. Unfortunately, however, deterioration begins on
the day the system is installed. At first, doctrine is simply the
interpretation of mystical reality; it flows from it and leads back to
it. But then the intellect begins to interpret that interpretation.
Commentaries on commentaries are piled on top of the original
doctrine. With every new interpretation of the previous one, we
move farther away from the experiential source. Live doctrine
fossilizes into dogmatism.
A similar process inevitably takes place with ethics. At first, moral
precepts simply spell out how to translate mystical communion into
practical living. The precepts remind us to act as one acts among
people who belong together, and so they keep pointing back to our
deepest, mystical sense of belonging. (The fact that a community
will often draw too marrow a circle around itself is a different
matter. That's simply an inadequate translation of the original
intuition. The circle of mystical communion is all-inclusive.)
Because we want to express unchanging commitment to the
goodness we glimpsed in mystical moments, we engrave the moral
precepts on stone tablets. But in doing so, we make the expression
of that commitment unchangeable. When circumstances change
and call for a different expression of the same commitment, the dos
and don'ts remain stone-engraved and unchangeable. Morality has
turned into moralism.
What happens with ritual? At first, as we have seen, it is a true
celebration. We celebrate by remembering gratefully (everything
else is optional). The particular event that we celebrate merely
triggers that grateful remembrance, a remembrance of those
moments in which we are most deeply aware of limitless
belongings. As a reminder and renewal of our ultimate
connectedness, every celebration has religious overtones, echoes of
mystical communion. It is also the reason why, when we celebrate,
we want all those who belong to us in a special way to be present.
Repetition also is a part of celebration. Every time we celebrate a
birthday, for example, that day is enriched by memory upon
memory of all previous ones. But repetition has its danger,
especially for the celebration of religious rituals. Because they are
so important, we want to give them the perfect form. And before
we know it, we are more concerned with form than with content.
When form becomes formalized and content is forgotten, ritual
turns into ritualism.
We may try to depict this process (and its happy ending, when all
goes well) in a simple diagram (see Figure 1). The arrows represent
the flow of mystical light, as it were. The white light of original
wholeness is refracted through the lens of the mind's action (the
Founder's own mind, to begin with). As intellect, will, and
emotions inevitably process the mystical experience, the basic
elements of religion (doctrine, ethics, ritual) originate. Religion in
its diverse expressions is now filtered through historical influence
(e.g., institutionalization) and tends to deteriorate. It can, however,
be purified and renewed whenever a faithful heart recognizes, in
spite of all distortions, the original light. Thus, the believer's
mysticism becomes one with the Founder's. The heart of religion
finds itself in the religion of the heart. The two are one.
Sad as it is, religion left to itself turns irreligious. Once, in Hawaii,
after I had been walking on still-hot volcanic rock, another image
for this process occurred to me; the image not of water but of fire.
The beginnings of the great religions were like the eruptions of a
volcano. There was fire, there was heat, there was light: the light of
mystical insight freshly spelled out in a new teaching; the best of
hearts aglow with commitment to a sharing community; and
celebration, as fiery as new wine. The light of doctrine, the glow of
ethical commitment, and the fire of ritual celebration were
expressions that gushed forth red hot from the depths of mystical
consciousness. But, as that stream of lava flowed down the sides of
the mountain, it began to cool off. The farther it got from its
origins, the less it looked like fire; it turned into rock. Dogmatism,
moralism, ritualism: all are layers of ash deposits and volcanic rock
that separate us from the fiery magma deep down below.
But there are fissures and clefts in the igneous rock of the old lava
flows; there are hot springs, fumaroles, and geysers; there are even
occasional earthquakes and minor eruptions. These represent the
great men and women who reformed and renewed religious
tradition from within. In one way or another, this is our task, too.
Every religion has a mystical core. The challenge is to find access
to it and to live in its power. In this sense, every generation of
believers is challenged anew to make its religion truly religious.
This is the point where mysticism clashes with the institution. We
need religious institutions. If they weren't there, we would create
them. Life creates structures. Think of the ingenious constructions
life invents to protect its seeds, of all those husks and hulls and
pods, the shucks and burrs and capsules found in an autumn
hedgerow. Come spring, the new life within cracks these containers
(even walnut shells!) and bursts forth. Crust, rind, and chaff split
open and are discarded. Our social structures, however, have a
tendency to perpetuate themselves. Religious institutions are less
likely than seed pods to yield to the new life stirring within. And
although life (over and over again) creates structures, structures do
not create life.
Those who are closest to the life that created the structures will
have the greatest respect for them; they will also be the first ones,
however, to demand that structures that no longer support but
encumber life must be changed. Those closest to the mystical core
of religion will often be uncomfortable agitators within the system.
How genuine they are will show itself by their compassionate
understanding for those whom they must oppose; after all, mystics
come from a realm where "we" and "they" are one.
In come cases, officials of institutional religion are themselves
mystics, as was true of Pope John XXIII. These are the men and
women who sense when the time has come for the structures to
yield to life. They can distinguish between faithfulness to life and
faithfulness to the structures that life has created in the past, and
they get their priorities right. Rumi did so when he wrote:
Not until faithfulness turns into betrayal
Note that betrayal or what is seen as such is not the last step;
there is a further one, in which betrayal turns into faith. This going
out and returning is the journey of the hero; it is our task.
Faith (i.e., courageous trust) lets go of institutional structures
and so finds them on a higher level again and again. This
process is as painful as life, and equally surprising.
and betrayal into faith
can any human being become part of the truth.
One of the great surprises is that the fire of mysticism can melt even
the rigor mortis of dogmatism, legalism, and ritualism. By the
glance or the touch of those whose hearts are burning, doctrine,
ethics, and ritual come aglow with the truth, goodness, and beauty
of the original fire. The dead letter comes alive, breathing freedom.
"God's writing engraved on the tablets" is what the
uninitiated read in Exodus 32:16. But only the consonants are
written in the Hebrew text: (chrth). Mystics who happen to
be rabbis look at this word and say: Don't read charath
(engraved); read cheruth (freedom)! God's writing is not
"engraved"; it is freedom!
Saying more than she realized, a schoolgirl wrote, "Many dead
animals of the past changed into fossils while others preferred
to be oil." That's what mystics prefer. Alive or dead,
they keep religion afire.
- From an unpublished translation, with the kind permission
of Coleman Barks and John Moyne whose volume of Rumi
translations is entitled This Longing (Putney, Vt.: Threshold, 1988).
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