It was an autumn afternoon at Vassar College. I had stayed up the previous night writing a paper. I turned the paper in at an office across campus and began walking back to my dorm room, eager to rest. Soon, it would be nightfall. The cold wind blew across my face. Leaves fell along my path. Gothic architecture merged into the shadows. Tombstones in the nearby cemetery reflected the last vestiges of sunlight.
The Jesus Prayer has long served mystics as a one-ticket route to Divine Union on The Christian Mystical Path. However, the territory one travels in consistent, disciplined use of the prayer can seem vague and nebulous at times, even when God's brilliant Light is shining the fiercest. It helps my own journey tremendously to make use of the hidden maps and patterns that Ken Wilber, Carl Jung, and other great minds have described for us in their work.