The mystics were describing the same room

Different centuries, different languages, and an unnervingly similar report.

By Sovandarapor (James) Kong · 2026-06-02 · Nondual

Chapter 01 of 06 in The same room

I read mystics at night after the accounts are done, and they kept describing a room I had been in a few times without knowing it had a name.

A Sufi in thirteenth century Konya, a Vedantin in eighth century India, a Dominican friar preaching in Cologne, a Zen teacher in Kamakura. Different languages, different institutions, most of them with no possible knowledge of each other. All of them describing something that happens when the sense of being a separate person thins out, and all of them slightly embarrassed by how badly language handles it.

The lazy conclusion is that all religions are saying the same thing. They are not. They disagree about enormous things: whether there is a self that persists, whether the world is real or a kind of appearance, whether any of this involves a god who wants something from you.

What survives the disagreements is narrower and stranger. It is the description of the experience itself, and the descriptions rhyme. I find that agreement more interesting than the systems built on top of it, which is probably my own bias. I am not a scholar of any of these traditions. The pieces in this section are mostly me reading in one tradition at a time and trying not to flatten it into the others.

Four completely different metaphysics sit on top of the same reported observation, that whatever a person is, it is not the thing they have been defending all day. The Upanishads keep negating. Not this, not this. Eckhart preaches that you should ask God to rid you of God. The Buddhist texts take the self apart piece by piece and find nobody holding the pieces. Rumi writes about a reed cut from the reed bed, making music out of the fact that it was cut.