Posted by: Fayyaz Malik | جون 18, 2007

Book: The Beaming Soul

Dedication

 

PREAMBLE

 

            A preamble is not supposed to explain why the book has been written. Each book is always able to clarify its aims and objectives by itself. To what extent this work deserves to be called a book is something that the reader will have to decide for himself. In fact, here are but a few half-opened flowers plucked from the rose-garden of the Mystic Way (Tariqab), which express the soul�s euphoria and can effect a change for the better in one�s sensibility. Here is grace, which has been ushered in by someone�s enrichening glance, and I do not claim that it is for me to bestow the grace on others in turn. Rather it is the expression of one�s humble allegiance to the Masters who live in a state of ecstasy (Haal) and whose blessed company turns �words full of yearning� into �words, which denote freedom from all dependence and yearning�. Who is the man that lives in a state of ecstasy? It is very difficult to describe.
The state of ecstasy lies in-between absorption into the Divine (Jazb) and reaching out for the Divine (Salook). The man who lives in a state of ecstasy are simultaneously someone absorbed into the Divine and a being reaching out for the Divine. He regards himself as the underlying cause of the universe�s vitality as well as its outcome. It is through his rapture and pleasure that, from time to time, the colorful appears colorless to him and the colorless, colorful. The man who lives in a state of ecstasy finds himself in a mode where wonder and consciousness exist side by side, where madness intermingles with awareness. To him the past, the present and the future are a seamless flow of time. He knows the meaning and significance of things and names. He borrows loveliness from radiant epiphanies to adorn the bride of imagination. He has reached that stage where the journey itself becomes the be-all and end-all of the way faring. Lost in his quest for the self, he emerges from the fountainheads of knowledge and reaches such a terrifying wilderness of self-awareness where there is no union with the object of one�s desire and no separation from it either, where there is no one he can call his own and no one who can be regarded as a stranger. He is no longer troubled by the possible and the impossible. He converses with silence. He listens to the heartbeat of sand grains. His eyes are fixed on the interiority of the being and the existing. He can see, in a drop of water, the rolling sea, and in a grain of sand, the desert. He regards both the raven and the peacock as manifestations of the same epiphanic reality. He knows that to become aware, in a dream, that what one is experiencing is a dream, is the beginning of real awakening. He keeps an eye on the self and its attributes. He knows that, come what may, the visible will always be in touch with the unseen. He acquires the awareness of death from life and the consciousness of life from death. He knows that death stands guard over life, like a saviour. He is himself the ultimate questions, and himself, the ultimate answer. He laughs without any justification, he weeps without reason.
You can�t understand a man who lives in a state of ecstasy without experiencing ecstasy yourself. The speech of a man who lives in a state of ecstasy is ecstasy. So is his silence. His nearness can spark off ecstasy, exactly as a piece of iron when placed close to a fire, blazes like fire it. He moves from the beneficence towards the Beneficent. Even in adverse circumstances he sees the will of God made manifest. No matter what happens, he exists in his being apart from himself also. The intention here is not to define him. I only whish to say that I offer this book as a token of humble allegiance to the enrichening glance of men who live in a state of ecstasy. What is meritorious can be traced back to their blessings. The errors are all mine, because to err is human. In this book I neither aim at, nor regard as possible, any continuity.
It is possible, in fact if often happens, that something appears to be the truth now and yet, at another time things quite contrary to it will be equally true, On earth the moon is a luminous presence. When you reach the moon you find it gloomy place. Contradictions or paradoxes inherent in truth do not constitute a repudiation of touch. The opposite of truth is falsehood and the greatest truth is this falsehood is not to be found at all in the universe. Night is truth, so is day; life is truth and death is truth. I and thou, thou and I, all are verities. Riches are real, poverty is real. Imagination, action, inaction, planning, destiny, all are real.
The only things, which can be regarded as truth, are the words uttered by a truthful person. It is the greatest secret. How remarkable subtle is the fact that the prophets (peace be upon them) were a personification of truth and reliability and when they said that Allah exists men believed them without further investigations and proofs. Indeed the real miracle performed by the prophets is that they made men believed in Allah. In fact, faith is just another name for confidence in some personality.
His views alone are reliable whom I trust. In this book I put before you views that are reliable because they come from someone I believed in. It is likely that you may find other opinions, and even such views which contradict those expressed here, equally worthy of credence. Knowledge is but a point of view. The scene changes when a shift in the point of view takes place. The scenery and its background reflect the way you look at things. For us the affairs of the kings constitute history; but history is also a record of the plight of the masses. Change the historian and history itself will undergo a transformation. The things we were proud of yesterday are a source of embarrassment now and who knows the prestige of today may at some future date become something of which we would be ashamed.
My intention is to offer here a few opinions, which represent my mode of thinking. The mode has been bestowed on me. The bestowment is identical to the desire to surrender, to submit. The submission is mine.
I do not wish to say anything concerning the book. Besides, I do not approve of the desire to influence the readers beforehand. Therefore is would tell you noting about myself and maintain that the fittest introduction to an author is his book.

 


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