“It would be possible to describe everything scientifically, but it would make no sense; it would be without meaning, as if you described a Beethoven symphony as a variation of wave pressure.” – Albert Einstein
Sometimes I just can’t find the right words to explain what I feel. Sometimes words just don’t give the meaning to a feeling or to an experience. Maybe there are no right words that could be understood by the intellect when you experience something. And maybe it’s even better this way. Only it makes communication (on an intellectual level) difficult.
Several times I tried to explain to my partner what I meant when I use the word sacred. I realized there is no explanation for it. No formula. No sense. A few weeks ago I went to a Sadhana in the park. During our Aquarian chants I opened my eyes and I was blessed by the beautiful sunrays in all colors of the rainbow. It was mesmerizing. The sun was warming up my face. People around me were bathing in the first sunlight of the morning. I sucked it all in, all that I saw and felt with my whole being, as I knew I will need it as a remembrance of how magical this life is during unpleasant moments.
These magical sunrays and colors of the sky of this morning made me think about an event at the university in Berlin many years ago. There I also realized what was sacred to me. At the end of his class a lecturer wanted to explain to us the science behind the colors in the sky in the evening or/and the colors of the sun’s rays in the morning. I asked him for permission to leave the class before he starts because I didn’t want it’s beauty to be spoiled by his words. The experience of my own eyes was sacred to me I said and shouldn’t be understood. I don’t have to understand everything with my intellect. I choose rather to feel it. With all my senses. I packed my stuff to leave as I noticed how upset he got. It was stupid to play the rebel as I wasn’t the best student neither. But still. What was said was said and there was no turning back. He told me that in that case my place is definitely not at the university. That the word sacred had no room in his class and that I was free to leave. And you know what, he was absolutely right. I left university a few months after that event.
So what is that sacred? How can I describe it so the intellect understands? I think I can’t. But I can try to tell you how I see it. For me sacred is something beyond words. Sacred is more important than important. Like love. Try to explain love to someone who never have experienced it. You can’t! Why? Cause love is sacred. Sacred is a combination of all your experiences, feelings and senses at the same time. It is a feeling of something very pure and beautiful that we all experience if we allow ourselves to dive deeper into our own being. I don’t think you have to consider yourself deeply spiritual or even religious to have that feeling of sacredness. If you ever experienced love you would know it.
The first condition to be able to know Sacred is – you have to stop thinking.