Baba Bulleh Shah (an Indian Sufi mystic) appeared to me in a dream a while back and said very compassionately: "The key to Jannat will be granted to the mazlum."
I didn't know what "mazlum" meant, so I looked it up. It's literally the Scapegoat. It speaks to my entire multi-lifetime experience of being oppressed, marginalized, and silenced.
And that's the kind of seeker that Baba Bulleh Shah himself loves - because he was a rebellious heretic of late 17th/mid-18th century India. Everything that awakened the ecstatic spark of gnosis within him made him a threat to the local mullahs.
This poor man, now considered one of the greatest examples of Indian Sufism, pissed off mainstream society during his lifetime so much that he was cast out, condemned, and denied an Islamic burial following his death.
He was literally buried in a wasteland without prayers. I mean, holy shit. I feel like I RECOGNIZE HIM IN MY SOUL.
Because he's just like you and me. He repeatedly emphasized that your inner truth is valid even if the orthodoxy doesn't accept it, even if you are cast aside by society. He went beyond the tyranny of labels and words, embracing paradox as a portal to birthing a new world, and showed by example that real Divine Power emerges in those who have nothing else to cling to.
I can tell that he knew the divine madness of being crazily broken out of hypnotic trance, the terrifying lucidity that comes when the spell ends.
He dwells in the liminal space beyond labels, where the Goddess of the Crossroads is found.
And it is the ones who are rejected, abandoned, tortured and broken who are granted the keys to Jannat.