If our souls are embers, smoldering within, then a Great Mystic is the bellow, fanning that ember until it burns with Divinity.
At times it is hard to hear; at times it is difficult to see; and at times it is a struggle to believe. This is why sprinkled throughout time and space there are people who open our eyes, unplug our ears, remove our barriers. They take heaven and give us a taste here on earth and they inspire us to do the same. These are the leaders, the teachers, the shepherds – these are the Great Mystics of existence.
