Several years ago, during one of my annual summer visits to Kashmir to study with the great Lakshmanjoo , I began thinking about the quality of mystical awareness. I thought about how many stories I had heard about people from all walks of life who have had experiences of their deeper nature. I began to realize that mysticism could be a great help in healing the desert of separateness that keeps people unhappy, unfulfilled, and despairing of finding answers to their deepest questions about the meaning of their lives.
Mystical awareness shows a common bond that is the well-spring of love in the human personality.
Mystical awareness blossoms in silence. Americans are generally afraid of silence. Our streets are filled with portable radios, Muzak, and empty expression. Sometimes I have seen people trying to express or explain some way they feel and the tears flow, seemingly for no reason. They usually becomes so embarrassed that they are unable to go on in conversation.