When we studied the dark night of the soul in the Living School, I determined this was an extremely valuable painful experience for a serious seeker like myself to acquire.
First I considered the dark passages of my life that had already come and gone. Perhaps one of these qualified as my “dark night?”
Then, I went through a vigilant phase, scrutinizing any plot twist or light change in my life to discern whether I might be in it right now. Was it painful enough? Long enough?
During this time, I was still calling the shots and I felt in control of this path. When the dark night came, I would recognize it and graciously consent. I’d read enough to know how to handle it and I would make the most of it. I would suffer through it like a champ, crossing the finish line in good time, collecting my dark night medal at the end.
It was so like me to want to win at this.
It’s no wonder I had to be lured into what would become what I now understand as a bonafide dark night of the soul.
I had to believe I was in control enough to go all in only to discover that everything I had previously relied on to create a “win” was essentially invalid currency in my new Godforsaken circumstances.
I didn’t know it at the time, but the darkest night came only as I accepted that all roads leading out of it were sealed off —
Worn out and weeping without consolation, I slowly consented to let the light within lead the way.