There are the mystics.
“I searched for God and found only myself. I searched for myself and found only God.”
-Rumi
“Who am I?”
-Ramana Maharshi
And then there are ‘men of God’ !
These men-and thankfully, sometimes women-deliver sermons, write thick books, and produce elaborate theological frameworks, possibly with diagrams. They explain the grand scheme of God, in which, they assure you, you have a place.
Preferably a humble one.
And if you follow the rules, pay attention, and attend the right seminars, you might even upgrade your spiritual seating arrangement.
📜 The Men of God: Spiritual Bureaucrats?
These holy professionals are the architects of celestial systems. They give us:
Doctrines to follow.Prayers to recite . Behavioural KPIs.
They are like divine travel agents, promising package tours to paradise with a stopover in purgatory if you forget to fast on the right day.
They mean well. One hopes.
But then…
🧘 The Mystics Enter the Scene
And now, ladies and gentlemen, cue the mystic.
He shows up barefoot, probably late, and says one sentence-maybe two.
And suddenly, your soul leans in.
“You were never born, and you will never die.”
-Nisargadatta Maharaj
What?
Just that. No syllabi. No ten-part series.
The mystic doesn’t explain the mystery.
He becomes it. Or better, he reminds you that you are it.
The Grand Scheme vs. The Grand Shrug
Let’s be clear: The men of God have their place. They give us structure, direction, and answers to spiritual FAQs.
They hand out cosmic flowcharts with boxes like “Karma,” “Grace,” and “Advanced Level Devotee.”
Meanwhile, the mystic sips his tea (probably herbal), looks at the chart, and says:
“Burn the map. You are already home.”
It’s infuriating. And oddly liberating.
🤔 So Who’s Right?
It’s not a contest.
The men of God offer guidance. The mystics offer a glimpse.
One comforts the mind.
The other disarms it.
We need both.
The men of God keep the spiritual trains running on time.
Mystics remind us there’s no station, no train, and no timetable-just the vast stillness of being.
Men of God tell you to prepare yourself to meet God.
Mystics chuckle and whisper:
“You’ve never been apart.”
So next time someone tries to explain God’s grand scheme with footnotes and a whiteboard, smile.
Then go sit quietly under a tree.
Ask yourself,
“Who am I?”
And wait.
The answer may not come in words.
But if it does, it’ll likely fit on a post-it note-or a poem.
Or better yet, it will come with no words at all.
An ordinary life 