We have had an apartment in a high rise for 17 years. For all of those 17 years we have fought the night time cleaning of the brass in the elevators. They use things like lacquer thinners that create very toxic fumes. We were finally successful in getting the management to use a non toxic cleaning company. We got notice the other day that the old company was coming back for the cleaning. They do this at night in a residential building while people are asleep. It is an older building so the fresh air comes into the apartments from the hallways. The fumes from the cleaning products come up the elevator shafts and fill the hallways and thus come into the apartments while people are sleeping. I suppose that we can be grateful for small victories. This time they are, at least, doing the cleaning during the daytime.
I have to be out of my home most of the day for a week. I work from home as do many others in the building. I used to have to stay out overnight and with chemical sensitivity that would usually mean sleeping in my car or driving around town.
What does this have to do with mysticism? My contemplative nature allows my mind to explode and all normal reality is shattered. The idea of this cleaning is so far out of my reality that I can only be silent and still and let the absurdity pour over and through me. It really is about alternative reality. After many years of meditation and stillness and quiet, the mystical template is the only thing that begins to make sense for me.
I have tried to educate and people cannot hear. I am currently rereading The Hope, by Andrew Harvey. I suppose that finding my voice is part of what he is calling Sacred Activism. It seems to be the case.