Nightingales and Mary
"The mystery of the nightingales lies in the fact that, like a perfect mirror, they reflect the presence of Minne (heavenly love).
Someone once said that, as long as nightingales sing on earth, the world will not die. Nightingales are the indirect confirmation of the presence of an anointed one in the world, and of his sons and daughters who strive with their prayers and hearts towards divine love."
- John Bogomil
When Jesus died, Mary went to live on Mount Koressos, near Ephesus, in Turkey. Her house is still there. The Greek word “Koressos” translates as Nightingale. That is, her home is located on Nightingale mountain.
Connecting where Mary lived and where she is still present with the nightingale bird is not at all accidental. Not when the sense of the Spiritual-Earth lives within you and becomes more and more a manner of sensing and perceiving rather than just a concept.
When seemingly instantaneous “associations” such as this one between the nightingale and the presence of Mary occur, it is not a matter of making a sequential connection – “oh, I saw this and it reminded me of that, and the second part showed up.” Such explanations take one further and further into an infinite mental regress, trying to understand mysteries that are to be lived rather than understood.
The events – the nightingale’s song and Mary’s home are not even simultaneous, two things occurring together, as if alongside each other; they are the same event, expressing in two different modes.
The “organ” for sensing reality-in-wholeness has to be awakened. Heart-awareness (The full practice is described in my book “Heartfulness”.) is one way of awakening to Earth-Nature-Human oneness and prepares us for yet a second awakening that will happen once this one is fully absorbed and allowed to change our very being. And other transformations after that. But, to name them now would only necessarily be mental and conceptual rather than immediate, sensory, perceptual, and thus bodily.
None of these posts of Earth experience are intended to be read and felt through our usual sleepy consciousness – that is, sensorily, perceptually encountering something “out there” and then responding or reacting to what was sensed.
In sleepy consciousness, we have come to automatically divide what is sensed/perceived, from what seems to be the feeling or emotional response to the sensed/perceived. For example, the description in a past post of the falling snow and the snow on the ground as Earth's silence and stillness becomes egotized when I take silence and stillness as what happens to "me" when I experience falling and fallen snow. Silence and stillness belong to the snow -- of which the perceiving body is also an aspect.
The little posts of Nature’s experiences (note that I do not here say “our experience of Nature”), do immerse Nature in something she is not yet so familiar with – human language! These kinds of language-descriptions do, in a way, assist Nature by voicing, something She yearns to do just as we yearn for her Beauty; both yearnings are the expression of love.
But, even more, these little instances of Nature’s expressions help us to perceive Nature more fully – namely as Spiritual-Earth in Her expressing. These kinds of descriptions are certainly not the only way Earth qualities can express – poetry, for example, can do so, and also certain kinds of art, but these two forms of imaginal expression, too, have become detached, and are taken to be creative depictions of the experiences of artists rather than moments of the yearning love between Earth and humans that unite them into One.
"Earth, isn’t this what you want: to arise within us,
invisible? Isn’t it your dream
to be wholly invisible someday?–O Earth: invisible!
What, if not transformation, is your urgent command?
Earth, my dearest, I will. Oh believe me, you no longer
need your springtimes to win me over–one of them,
ah, even one, is already too much for my blood.
Unspeakably I have belonged to you, from the first.
You were always right, and your holiest inspiration
is our intimate companion, Death."
From -- Rainer Maria Rilke
Ninth Duino Elegy