Mystics have always spoken a language older than religion.

They whisper of union, of love beyond name, of a silence that sings beneath all things.

And though they’ve appeared in every faith: Christian, Muslim, Hindu, Buddhist, Jewish, Indigenous they share something startling: a knowing that the Divine cannot be contained, only encountered.

The mystic doesn’t reject religion. They move through it, beyond it, into its living heart.

They stand at the edge of doctrine, and listen for the heartbeat of God in all directions.

Today, we journey across centuries and continents into the radiant territory where faith becomes fire, and the self dissolves into something vast.