The School of Silence: The Politics of Mystery
True spirituality alleviates the mind's suffering.
Whenever I visit a place of worship, I am confronted with familiar questions:
"Who are you?"
"Which religion do you follow?"
"What is your caste?"
"Which country are you from?"
Yet, in my entire life, no one has ever asked me the one question that truly matters:
"What kind of person are you?"
When I moved beyond labels (identities) and turned towards nature, the first surprising thing I realized was this: everything is profoundly alike. Mountains, rivers, trees, birds, stars, and humans are not separate stories; they are different chapters of the same eternal book. That book has only one title:
"Mystery"
The moment this realization dawned on my consciousness, the page of 'discrimination' quietly vanished from within me. Nature recognizes neither religion nor nationality, nor caste nor social status. It recognizes only existence.
But what is this mystery?
Why is life mysterious?
Whose mystery is it?
And why has the human mind spent centuries trying to define something that cannot be confined within any boundaries?
As I delved deeper into the word 'mystery,' another word gradually emerged before me:
'Politics'
Initially, this connection seemed strange. What could spirituality possibly have to do with politics?
Yet, the more I observed human beings, the clearer it became that politics is perhaps the oldest and deepest game played by living beings. It is not limited merely to governments or political parties; rather, it is linked to the subtle aspects of the human mind. Politics begins where the ego seeks to assert its influence.
Politics exists within families.
Politics exists within religions.
Politics exists in business.
Politics exists within communities.
Indeed, even within every individual's mind, a hidden politics lies.
This realization led me to another question:
Can there be such a thing as religious politics?
My own path has always been the path of 'Rabb'—the Divine.
For me, religion begins where all worldly strategies, calculations, and manipulations end. It begins when a person becomes established in their true nature. But I began to see the presence of the 'Rabb' (the Divine) at every step.
If that is the case, then what kind of politics plays out within religion?
Or does politics begin only when humanity forgets religion?
These questions did not stem from books.
They arose from observation.
Today, when I look at the governments of various countries, I see more than just policies or ideologies. I observe gestures, silences, eyes, and signals—that unspoken language which often reveals more truth than words ever could.
I have even written a book about Donald Trump—because I came to know Mr. Trump through my dreams. Yet at one point, I paused—not because of him, but because of another leader.
It was India's Prime Minister, Narendra Modi.
An opposition minister was speaking in Parliament. I was about to change the channel when something unexpected caught my attention. I didn't care for the opposition minister's tone, so as I switched channels, my gaze fell on Narendra Modi just as he turned his eyes toward Amit Shah.
There was no dramatic event.
No words were spoken.
And yet, in that silent meeting of eyes, I sensed an extraordinary depth.
I didn't change the channel; instead, I found myself watching that silent exchange.
Their eyes became the focal point of my attention, and I felt myself becoming one with that gaze.
Those eyes lowered with remarkable composure. Their steadiness reflected patience rather than reaction. There was no haste, nor any visible sign of irritation. The silence itself was speaking volumes. In that calm gaze, I perceived discipline, restraint, thoughtfulness, and endurance—and something else beyond all that: a mystery words could not fully express.
Whether my interpretation is ultimately correct matters less than the fact that observation itself became my teacher.
For me, this perspective became a doorway—one that offered spiritual lessons through politics.
It reminded me that every human being harbors an inner world behind their outward demeanor. A politician is not merely a politician; a saint is not merely a saint; a laborer is not merely a laborer.
Every individual is a mystery waiting to unfold.
Perhaps that is why nature never decides in haste.
It simply observes.
And perhaps true spirituality begins when we, too, learn to observe and listen before rushing to a conclusion.