There's this wonderful moment in The Fellowship of the Ring, when Gandalf says to Frodo, "Keep it secret. Keep it safe."
This is the most astonishingly good advice.
Jesus followed the same path. There is what's called in the gospels "the messianic secret", because time and again when he heals somebody, Jesus cautions them to tell no one; to keep it secret. Likewise, when he teaches the people he always does so in parables. Only in his close, trusted circle does he unpack the wisdom of the story, speaking plainly. That way he offers the gift of spiritual truth, but safely wrapped up in a story, so that it is only recognisable to those who can be trusted to handle it advisedly.
Lao Tzu teaches the same principle in the Tao (see Ch.15 and Ch.56), observing that those who talk do not know and those who know do not talk, and that the ancient masters went cautiously and quietly.
Father Tom Cullinan, the monk who lived in the forest and was my friend, taught the same thing. He advised me never to speak about living simply, not to discuss it or promote it; keep it hidden, keep it secret, keep it safe.
The more I see of life, the more convinced I am becoming that this is 24 carat super-wisdom. It is as though the truth arises in an individual's life like a hidden spring welling up from the earth of their soul. You can recognise it, but you cannot impart it. You cannot give your truth to someone else, you can only live it.
Here and there, when someone has need of the truth you know, you may be able to speak to them quietly and privately; and those who journey with you, live with you, discover your truth. But broadcasting it only attracts opposition, antagonism and contention; the enemies of quietness and of peace.
Those who know truth have to learn to become die stille im Lande. It is the only way to proceed. If you try anything else, people will block you. The more you know, the more you have to withdraw. It's the only way through. Those who belong to the same path will find you.
It can be very frustrating. The secret burns inside you as Frodo's ring burned in his pocket, as truth burned in Jeremiah's bones wanting to come out. But truth is for living; the only way it can be told safely is in stories, as Jesus did. Unless you don't mind people throwing you into a well or cutting your head off or putting you in prison or stoning you. That was the price.
To learn truth, watch people's lives. It's like seeing a pattern unfolding as cloth is woven, or observing a melody developing. Then you know what they know — or what they don't. To teach truth, let people watch your life.
In recent times, three things have happened to remind me of this — a correspondence, a conversation, and an online discussion. These served as forceful reminders that people generally prefer to deal in externals. If you allow inner reality to appear, it causes affront and argument.
Ssh. Keep it secret. Keep it safe. If you know.
See also this blog post, and this, and this, and this.
4 comments:
i finished reading 'middlemarch' for the first time just last night. when i came to that final sentence i had to pause and sit quietly for a long time. 'but the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.' the quiet ones in the land, yes?
This went like an arrow to my heart; tears.
It is so comforting to hear/ read such things. I have been stepping backwards from a lot of life for quite some time now and definitely prefer to live on the perimeter. Involved with what I need to be involved with, but for the rest of my time just quietly getting on. I visit my allotment at first light or dusk, and rarely in between. I deliberately avoid the strimmers, the weed killers, the incessant chatter (read - thinly disguised disapproval of my organic, scruffy, yet productive plot! And, yes I know, gardeners are generally a good bunch, but even so...), and I'm so tired of people equating quiet with weak. Why is that? I don't always feel strong that's for sure but people are very quick to judge, and not always kindly.
I would love the counsel of a forest dwelling monk - what a gorgeous image that is, and I hadn't thought about the parables keeping wisdom safe. What a wonderful layer
this adds, and I love the idea that those on the same path will meet. I hope so.
I would love to gain their insights - but perhaps they wouldn't tell me ;)
Looking forward to your next post! Deb
Yes. It is so!
Hello, friends! Waving!
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