Psicología

Centro MENADEL PSICOLOGÍA Clínica y Tradicional

Psicoterapia Clínica cognitivo-conductual (una revisión vital, herramientas para el cambio y ayuda en la toma de consciencia de los mecanismos de nuestro ego) y Tradicional (una aproximación a la Espiritualidad desde una concepción de la psicología que contempla al ser humano en su visión ternaria Tradicional: cuerpo, alma y Espíritu).

“La psicología tradicional y sagrada da por establecido que la vida es un medio hacia un fin más allá de sí misma, no que haya de ser vivida a toda costa. La psicología tradicional no se basa en la observación; es una ciencia de la experiencia subjetiva. Su verdad no es del tipo susceptible de demostración estadística; es una verdad que solo puede ser verificada por el contemplativo experto. En otras palabras, su verdad solo puede ser verificada por aquellos que adoptan el procedimiento prescrito por sus proponedores, y que se llama una ‘Vía’.” (Ananda K Coomaraswamy)

La Psicoterapia es un proceso de superación que, a través de la observación, análisis, control y transformación del pensamiento y modificación de hábitos de conducta te ayudará a vencer:

Depresión / Melancolía
Neurosis - Estrés
Ansiedad / Angustia
Miedos / Fobias
Adicciones / Dependencias (Drogas, Juego, Sexo...)
Obsesiones Problemas Familiares y de Pareja e Hijos
Trastornos de Personalidad...

La Psicología no trata únicamente patologías. ¿Qué sentido tiene mi vida?: el Autoconocimiento, el desarrollo interior es una necesidad de interés creciente en una sociedad de prisas, consumo compulsivo, incertidumbre, soledad y vacío. Conocerte a Ti mismo como clave para encontrar la verdadera felicidad.

Estudio de las estructuras subyacentes de Personalidad
Técnicas de Relajación
Visualización Creativa
Concentración
Cambio de Hábitos
Desbloqueo Emocional
Exploración de la Consciencia

Desde la Psicología Cognitivo-Conductual hasta la Psicología Tradicional, adaptándonos a la naturaleza, necesidades y condiciones de nuestros pacientes desde 1992.

martes, 15 de septiembre de 2026

El vuelo inmóvil


<img style="clear:right;margin:5px auto 20px;" src="https://www.nodualidad.info/imagen/libros/vuelo-inmovil.webp" width="250" alt="vuelo-inmovil.webp"> ¿Cómo emprender un viaje que acontece en la más absoluta inmovilidad? ¿Qué mapa cartografía el territorio del alma cuando se despoja de los límites de su propio ego? El vuelo inmóvil nos introduce en el corazón de la mística islámica a partir de uno de sus motivos más fecundos: el viaje nocturno y la ascensión espiritual (al-isrā’ wal-mi‘rāŷ). A la luz del sufismo, este periplo ultramundano no se mide en distancias físicas o visibles, sino en peldaños de conciencia, estaciones interiores y despojamiento del yo. Es un viaje en el que el sujeto termina por desvanecerse para dejar paso a la Presencia divina.... <p><a href="https://www.nodualidad.info/libros/el-vuelo-inmovil.html" target="_blank">- Enlace a artículo -</a></p> <p>Más info en https://ift.tt/xWLNUqw / Tfno. & WA 607725547 Centro MENADEL (Frasco Martín) Psicología Clínica y Tradicional en Mijas. #Menadel #Psicología #Clínica #Tradicional #MijasPueblo</p> <p>*No suscribimos necesariamente las opiniones o artículos aquí compartidos. No todo es lo que parece.</p>

Popular Devotion to the Prophets in Ottoman Istanbul : A Study of Aḥmed el-Istanbulī’s (d. 1197/1783) Enbiyāʾ-i Kirām Ḥaḳḳında Yalan Rivāyetleri Red Risālesi


<p>In twelfth/eighteenth century Istanbul, spurious stories about the prophets circulated widely among the Muslim masses. In response to these popular fabrications, the prominent theologian Ḳāżīzāde Aḥmed b. Meḥmed Emīn el-Istanbulī (d. 1197/1783) composed the Enbiyāʾ-i Kirām Ḥaḳḳında Yalan Rivāyetleri Red Risālesi (“A Treatise on Disproving Fabrications about the Noble Prophets”). Deeply concerned that such false stories about the prophets would endanger Islamic doctrines, el-Istanbulī sought to refute them in this treatise. Through a close analysis of his observations and apologetic defense of Islamic prophetology, this study explores the popular reception and theological significance of the stories of the prophets (ḳıṣaṣ-ı enbiyāʾ).</p> <p>Debates concerning Islamic prophetology in the early modern Ottoman world remain relatively understudied.1 Although some studies examined prophetological discussions in the eleventh/seventeenth and twelfth/eighteenth centuries Ottoman realm, a number of Muslim theologians who once engaged in prophetological writings have been consigned to oblivion, awaiting careful investigation to enhance our comprehensive understanding of intellectual cur- rents. This study aims to further our understanding of prophetological trends within the context of twelfth/eighteenth century Istanbul, focusing on the</p> <div><object style="width:100%;height:600px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"><param name="allowNetworking" value="internal"></object><a href="https://traditionalhikma.com/wp-content/uploads/2026/09/Popular_Devotion_to_the_Prophets_in_Otto.pdf">Popular_Devotion_to_the_Prophets_in_Otto</a><a href="https://traditionalhikma.com/wp-content/uploads/2026/09/Popular_Devotion_to_the_Prophets_in_Otto.pdf">Download</a></div> <p>The post <a href="https://traditionalhikma.com/prophets/">Popular Devotion to the Prophets in Ottoman Istanbul : A Study of Aḥmed el-Istanbulī’s (d. 1197/1783) Enbiyāʾ-i Kirām Ḥaḳḳında Yalan Rivāyetleri Red Risālesi</a> appeared first on <a href="https://traditionalhikma.com">Traditional Hikma</a>.</p> <p><a href="https://traditionalhikma.com/prophets/" target="_blank">- Enlace a artículo -</a></p> <p>Más info en https://ift.tt/xWLNUqw / Tfno. & WA 607725547 Centro MENADEL (Frasco Martín) Psicología Clínica y Tradicional en Mijas. #Menadel #Psicología #Clínica #Tradicional #MijasPueblo</p> <p>*No suscribimos necesariamente las opiniones o artículos aquí compartidos. No todo es lo que parece.</p>

Art and Isthmus: Esoteric Tradition and Aesthetic Education


<div> <p> </p> <div> <figure><blockquote><a href="https://open.spotify.com/embed/episode/6d86YtG25SdmqHINFbQiSB?si=DGswTk-_Rlys7gbyzhYCyA&amp;utm_source=oembed"></a></blockquote></figure><div><div>This essay was first published in Volume 3 of <i><em>Sacred Web</em></i> (1999, pp. 81-94). It critiques a tendency among Traditionalists to sometimes be overly dogmatic, thereby closing off important pathways to transcendence. The essay sparked a debate that was aired in the early volumes of the journal.</div></div><blockquote>The basic question here is what it means at one and the same time to be an artist, to be living in the modern world, and to be engaged in a spiritual or esoteric path.</blockquote><p>I hope to offer here a direct contribution to the ‘conversation’ begun in many places about the problem which we find ourselves in the midst of, namely, the experience of modernity in relation to spiritual life as taught in Traditional sources. It is more than probable that the Traditionalist School, as a school, came into being precisely by way of asserting its opposition to modernity, the emergent ‘modern world’ which Guénon identified as the ‘reign of quantity’. And a number of years spent exploring and writing on this matter has resulted in the question whether, at the deepest level of the teaching’s meaning, the idea of a school limited to a certain time and place (even when it avers a source beyond time and place) is not itself something of a limitation of our potential relation to the radiance and mystery of the unnamable. </p><p>The way I came to want to develop this idea is through the contemplation of beauty in the fine arts and esoteric education (hence my involvement with <em>Temenos</em>). My suggestion in brief is that the non-affiliated and non-orthodox character of the creative arts as vehicles for the life of the soul and spirit is, despite some arguments to the contrary, a method of transmission suitable to the modern age; and that in this sense (and in this sense only), artists who have been denounced or treated guardedly by some in the Traditionalist School might come to be acknowledged as their most significant inspirations, complements and indeed secret allies. </p><p>I also offer metaphysical validation for the suggestion that the esoteric account of the self of man that Tradition gives as a challenge to the orthodox humanist self, is also secretly carried as art in the modern world as well as in traditional art, and that an outright dismissal of art that we cannot assign to a traditional place is a blindness we can ill afford at this time. I do not argue for or against specific instances of works, but for the principle of the <em>barzakh</em>—isthmuseity—itself in relation to art. </p></div><p></p><blockquote>For many in modern culture, a strictly materialist world-view dictates that art and the spiritual ways should be impenetrably fenced off... </blockquote><p>Although our general theme is the creative arts, we are really concerned here with the value of poetic imagination, not with an essay in literary criticism or art-appreciation. The basic question here is what it means at one and the same time to be an artist, to be living in the modern world, and to be engaged in a spiritual or esoteric path. For many in modern culture, a strictly materialist world-view dictates that art and the spiritual ways should be impenetrably fenced off, such that the artists and the spiritualists might more or less confidently exclude each other, and the modern divide himself from both:—from the spiritual which he might regard as revealing archaic or regressive consciousness (even, or especially, in its ‘New Age’ formulations) and from the artistic because art appears to serve no immediate economic or survival need. And then again many engaged in spiritual work will likewise exclude modern artists as ministers of chaos or illusion. This exclusion has happened in many places and causes difficulties to which I propose a solution that lies at the kernel of artistic creativity and spiritual method alike. The two being seen esoterically as one vision, there can be neither logically nor intuitively any real grounds for treating art and spirituality as mutually exclusive activities (any more than there can for the polarization of science and the arts, let alone science and the spiritual). </p><p>And yet the problem is that this exclusion is all too prominent and deadly a reality in the academic world and in the judgements (no matter whether casual or considered) of the printed and broadcast media. To explore how this problem relates to the experience of being a ‘modern’—inevitably born into a <em>kali yuga</em>—is unarguably amongst the functions of a journal such as this one. </p><blockquote>Kathleen Raine committed herself to expressing a doubt which goes to the heart of the contemporary spiritual and artistic experience of modernity.</blockquote><p>One of this century’s greatest poets, Kathleen Raine, studied Guénon for many years and since then she has had numerous contacts with Traditionalist writers and teachers. (Writing and teaching are often interchangeable in esoteric terms, whereas in classical humanism they are rigidly separated more often than not.) There is no doubt that in Guénon’s works she found an intellectual respondent and inspiration to the search upon which she was embarked in the practice of poetry, scholarship and in particular the art of living spiritually, in consonance with the <em>daimon</em>, the art which Shelley called ‘the poetry of life’. But in the late 1960s she committed herself to expressing a doubt which goes to the heart of the contemporary spiritual and artistic experience of modernity. And the nature of this doubt opens the debate in Tradition and modernity directly to the world of soul. She wrote in 1965 as follows: [[1]]</p> <p>René Guénon’s bitter diatribes and intellectual pride suited my mood, and his masterly discourse on the metaphysical aspect of traditional symbolism commanded my respect… I am doubtless in closer sympathy with [the Traditional] School than with any other; had I not, in discovering the secret of Blake’s ‘originality’ found it to lie precisely in his fidelity to these origins and originals? But even with these initiates of wisdom I could not wholly identify myself.</p> <p>[[1]]: Kathleen Raine, <em>Autobiographies </em>(London: Skoob, 1991), pp. 352-3</p><p>This misgiving, differently expressed, was the doubt [[2]]</p> <p>whether these defenders of the ancient springs would recognise the ‘wind blows where it listeth. We hear the sound thereof, and it is gone.’ The parable of the new wine in old bottles might, I felt, be applied to the school of Guénon. Forms will always be new. These people, I sensed, did not live by the imagination; was there, even, a certain hatred, or envy of the creative spirit in the monotonously negative judgements passed (for example) upon Jung and Teilhard de Chardin, who, whatever their limitations, are seminal imaginative thinkers? God knows I myself was sick of the cant of progress and evolution, most often heard in those quarters where spiritual, intellectual and moral retrogression was most evident; and inherently probable as I felt the opposite view to be (the decline towards Armageddon), a view supported not least by the very evidence of ‘progress’ the evolutionists point to with most confidence and pride, yet I could not relinquish my poet’s faith in the prophetic spirit, which has never failed.</p> <p>[[2]]: <em>op. cit</em>. pp. 353-4 </p><blockquote>I find with advancing age that one can be certain only of the Mystery itself.</blockquote><p>Many years later, in her most recent memoir, <em>India Seen Afar</em> (1989), summing up her continuing reflections on traditionalism, she wrote: [[3]]</p> <p>One group only do I feel nowadays somewhat coldly towards, and that is the Guénonist ‘Traditional’ school. From this group also I have learned much, in the excellent expositions of traditional sacred teachings to be found in the works of many of its exponents, but what they seem to me finally to lack is a living sense of the secret workings of the Holy Spirit. They offer an intellectual security to seekers for certainties; whereas I find with advancing age that one can be certain only of the Mystery itself to which alone we can entrust the mystery of ourselves. And this I do.</p> <p>[[3]]: Raine, <em>India Seen Afar</em> (Barnstaple: Green Books, 1990), p. 23 </p><p>It is precisely in this question whether intellectual certainty can give what the seeker really seeks, that the artist speaks in the voice unique to the artist. And yet, in speaking of entrusting the mystery of ourselves to the Mystery Itself, the artist is at one with the esotericist. In many more places throughout her work she has adverted to this difficulty which never was resolved and recurred in the way I have drawn attention to. What becomes clear is that her vocation in receptivity of the ‘workings of the Holy Spirit’ has proceeded for decades in a manner distinguished by high intellectual standards but with little patience either for the established mores of classical humanism (which Traditionalists alike have sought to supersede) or for a certain emphasis of some Traditionalists, in which she could not cease to be troubled by a [[4]]</p> <p>negative attitude [which] seems to arise out of a too exclusive insistence on horizontal transmission through institutional religion and iconography, to the exclusion of ‘renewal vertically’ which is the peculiar mark of the prophetic genius; a term which must include the imaginative inspiration of all sublime art.</p> <p>[[4]]: Raine, “Resacralisation”, <em>Temenos </em>4 (1983), p. 195 </p><blockquote>The true poet is the vehicle of ‘things unknown’, listens to no voices but those that speak the deepest secrets of the heart.</blockquote><p>It is this principle of renewal vertically, of the constancy of intuition and invitation of the Holy Spirit, which I suggest is the spiritual potential of the arts as such. Raine found again and again this principle of vertical renewal in the [[5]]</p> <p>central mainstream of imaginative learning which flows in unbroken continuity from Orpheus to Ovid, carrying a perpetual renaissance from the Florentine school into all poetic traditions, continuous throughout English poetry down to Yeats’s Ireland. I had discovered that knowledge of myths is a kind of learning not to be had in a day, …that mythology is a language inseparable from the metaphysics of the Perennial Philosophy, <i>whose expression it is</i>.</p> <p>And elsewhere she states,[[6]]</p> <p>[...] The true poet is the vehicle of ‘things unknown’, listens to no voices but those that speak the deepest secrets of the heart. And that task demands nothing less than a total dedication undreamed of by an age in which neither the writers nor the readers of verse are aware of any higher source of poetic inspiration, of Plato’s ‘garden of the muses’, known to true poets. This being so, it follows that the decline of poetry at this time is to be found wherever Western materialism casts its shadow.</p> <p>[[5]]: Raine, <em>Autobiographies</em>, p. 352 </p><p>[[6]]: Raine, <em>India Seen Afar</em>, pp. 169-70 </p><blockquote>... are we not all gathered in honour of an imperishable living spirit to which adversarial division must forever remain inimical?</blockquote><p>This is not the place to argue point by point the justifications and merits of the particular doubt expressed by the reflections quoted here, for are we not all gathered in honour of an imperishable living spirit to which adversarial division must forever remain inimical? Besides, Kathleen Raine’s debt to the initiative of the Traditionalist School is obviously every bit as real as her apprehensions concerning it. Such absorbed contemplation of Tradition, and such evident reluctance to turn her back on its school altogether, argue a deeper commitment to some at least of its aims. There could have been no <em>Temenos Academy</em> without the example of Guénon’s metaphysics, and that academy shares the Traditionalists’ unstinting rigour in criticism of the so-called modern Humanities. The manifesto of <em>Temenos </em>has much the same direction as many Traditional theses: </p> <p>...concerned with fundamental values, ‘that civilisation may not sink’ …a reversal of the obsolete premisses of our materialist civilisation, and reaffirm[ing] the Perennial Philosophy which has been the ground of all civilisations where wisdom and beauty have flowered. </p> <p>What we are suggesting is that the fact that this modern poet found such profound appeal and such evident difficulty within the one school—in relation to her own life and work and what it stood for—is an example of the wider fact that the concerns related by artists reflect a problem that is deeply inherent within the experience of modernity for all of us in any way drawn to the life of the creative principle, to spiritual development, and to the possible future of human society. </p><blockquote>... a sad shared recognition amongst many artists that certain exponents of the Traditional School have given way to a meanness of spirit... </blockquote><p>I think such an enduring doubt where there is obviously so much continuing debt, must point to a problem which only a keen exploration of the relationship between tradition and modernity can solve. Is this relationship, at the deepest level, the clash that it appears to be? There seems to be a sad shared recognition amongst many artists that certain exponents of the Traditional School have given way to a meanness of spirit in relation to what are really their creative respondents and allies. And in adverting so directly to the workings of the Holy Spirit, the ‘Church of the Heart’, this modern poet has actually pointed out—by virtue of saying what she misses in the Traditionalists’ negative diatribes against culture—the actual kernel of the ‘Way of Love’, typified by Rumi’s teachings and by many a community of practitioners of <em>wahdat al-wujud</em>, the Way of Unity. </p><p>It is as if the artists end up being those who point out to the metaphysicians that whatever is unduly negative in Traditionalist rhetoric could run the risk of drying up the very fountain of its own, and our, inspiration. And it is vital now, as many other artists of the imagination and practitioners of the esoteric paths have also told me, to ask the question, what place can condemnatory judgement really have in a spiritual practice and orientation whose origin and destination is the causeless and infinite compassion of the One for its own ‘Hidden Treasure’? </p><p>Metaphysically speaking, the exact focus of the Traditionalist reservations to which Kathleen Raine draws attention, and towards whose consequences she as an artist feels uneasy, could be explained like this. The writings and teachings of the Tradition express the absolute unity of existence; the one reality other than which none exists. This is the esoteric meaning of the Islamic <em>shahadah</em>, <em>‘la illaha il allah’</em>, the basic standpoint of view of the Sufi practice of <em>wahdat al-wujud</em>, that there is only One Reality. The worlds laid open by the arts, viewed at any rate from some angles, appear contradictory to this. The multiplicity inherent in the spectrum of emotion, passion, the colouring of human responses made evident in music and poetry, seem to say: how can we simply insist reality is one, and that the diversity of life as represented in music, painting, comedy, tragedy, merely the accretions of a polytheistic perspective? For that, at one extreme of Traditionalist philosophy, is what is being insisted. </p><p>The potential answers to this question open up to exploration at the point when self (<em>nafs</em>) enters into an understanding of the world of soul (<em>alam al-arwah</em> and beyond) in a Westerner’s practice of the path of Unity, even when that path may have a non-Western formulation, such as Sufism or Tibetan Buddhism. There can be no doubt that the true artist’s reception of ‘things unknown’ is receptivity to the soul-world at this level. The debate in Traditional studies so far extends to the recognized distinction between traditional art and modern art, which for many though not all Traditionalists is nested in turn within a distinction between sacred art and profane art. In this view, offered eloquently by Titus Burckhardt, sacred art is a vehicle for the unadulterated transmission of the Teaching. (As there is only one Reality, so there is only one Teaching, ultimately trans-historical and trans-finite, which is the knowledge of that Reality by that Reality.) </p><blockquote>Traditionalism has alas become almost as notable for its suspicion of the inner world of the modern as it has for its profound affirmation of the values of esoteric tradition.</blockquote><p>But a strict line is drawn between this kind of art and the art of modernity, which has come to be the focus of a sort of dismissive condemnation. Traditionalism has alas become almost as notable for its suspicion of the inner world of the modern as it has for its profound affirmation of the values of esoteric tradition. </p><p>It is this paradox that Kathleen Raine’s life-work found itself ideally suited to address, precisely because she was an artist: in sympathies a sacred artist, and a modern artist in terms of environment and history. Indeed the shape of her life and work were almost forged in the furnace of this paradox. In what she wrote as a poet, she inhabited the world of soul, and did not allow any intellectual dogma to dictate the form, direction or message of her poetry. As such, while her poetry is spiritual and prophetic, and in consonance with the principle of ‘transmission and renewal vertically’,[[7]] it does not offer explanations, nor the consolations that might be expected of a conventional spiritual ‘apologetics’. But the opportunity and potential of esoteric education is not on the level of offering consolations and explanations. Like the arts, it faces the difficulty of spiritual life without compromise. Like the poetry of Rumi, and the Romantics, Raine’s poetry gives direct expression to agony, longing, perplexity, ambivalence, passion, misery, ecstasy. In terms of her life-work as a scholar and intellectual, on the other hand, Kathleen Raine has sought to foster a community of scholarship and study which could properly be “devoted to the arts of the imagination.” It is because this impulse could have a direct intellectual manifestation in the last quarter of the twentieth century (whose main cultural forces seemed unequivocally opposed to esotericism) that I was originally encouraged to study the arts and literature in the light of esoteric Tradition rather than agreeing to the dichotomy between them that the ordinary humanities still so dogmatically imposes. </p><p>[[7]]: See Raine, “The Vertical Dimension” <em>Urthona </em>9 (1998), pp. 31-35 </p><p>With an eye equally deeply comprehending the worlds of intellect and of imagination, Kathleen Raine has been uniquely placed to express a reservation about the very Traditional Studies that she also admits to having greatly benefited from. I suggest that insight into this paradoxical situation (many other people I know have also remarked upon its presence in their life and work) is possible only by remembering that the arts, their method being acknowledged as <em>refractive and metaphorical</em>, are the organ of soul-states, and that their mode of revelation is not subject to judgement from an independently devised moral framework, but is rather a mode of revelation in which intrinsic moral taste[[8]] may itself come into being—and a mode without which moral judgements are likely to be false or adventitious. </p><p>[[8]]: This phrase is intended as an analogue to the term <em>dhawq </em>in esoteric Islam</p><blockquote>This creation of taste, aesthetic education, teaches what I would venture to call <em>literacy in the bandwidth of soul.</em></blockquote><figure><img src="https://storage.ghost.io/c/26/b5/26b5a426-214e-4897-b490-fa1deaa9b7ae/content/images/2026/08/IMG_1696.jpeg" alt="" width="500"><figcaption><span>Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)</span></figcaption></figure><p>It is just this situation which Shelley adverts to when he says that the truly poetic activity actually ‘creates the taste by which it is enjoyed’. This doesn’t mean poetry carries the faddish infectiousness of mere novelty, which is what most critics in the academic humanities have taken it to mean. It means that Shelley was quite explicit about the direct relationship, living as if connected in the bloodstream, between imagination and compassion. He means that “aesthetic education” (Schiller’s term) is none other than a form of esoteric education, and so makes possible a human development whose other main sources are healing, prayer and meditation. As in all cases of genuine esoteric opportunity, the outcome cannot by human means be totally insured against ‘straying’; the benefit is always potential, never certain or guaranteed, and rarely predictable. This is owing to the future-orientation of all creativity, its availability to the impulses incoming from the future unknown to the ‘preparedness’ (<em>istidad</em>)[[9]] of the seeker. This creation of taste, aesthetic education, teaches what I would venture to call <em>literacy in the bandwidth of soul</em>.</p><p>It is a grave misfortune if the best speakers for the<em> philosophia perennis</em> suspect or condemn art and the language of soul proper to art as being risky, profanizing influences. At the very least, such condemnation would result in missed opportunities for contacting the language of soul in the modern world. At the worst it could put up futile defiance to the unqualified Mercy of theophany itself. </p><p>A case in point, in my view, is represented to some extent by Titus Burckhardt’s strictures on Jung[[10]], in which often the tone of condemnation is more strongly and rhetorically pressed than is ever quite explained by the evidence brought in support. The loss on both sides in this scene is regrettable, both in terms of sharing an interest in Jung, which many of the century’s greatest esoteric thinkers have no trouble acknowledging, and in terms of respect for Burckhardt, whose expositions of Tradition and esotericism are nearly always so radiant. At least, if doubts were a little less censoriously expressed, then the inevitable blind-spot in any human judge would not show up so painfully.</p><p>[[9]]: For a further clarification of <em>istidad</em>, see William Chittick, “A Sufi Approach to Religious Diversity” in S. H. Nasr and W. Stoddart (eds.), <em>Religion of the Heart</em>, (Washington: Kazi, 1991), pp. 53-60 </p><p>[[10]]: Burckhardt, <em>Mirror of the Intellect </em>(New York, SUNY Press, 1985), pp. 56-66 </p><p>It is this double-bind which I think, on the evidence of her writing, critical, poetic and memoir, most strongly pressed Kathleen Raine, an artist of the Imagination living in modern times, in the direction of Guénon and Coomaraswamy, and also compelled her to voice a reservation about some of the characteristic manners and limitations of the Traditionalist movement as it was then composed. </p><h3>The Imaginative Arts and Esoterism</h3><p>Earlier I suggested the threshold to the esoteric in the arts is their refractive and metaphorical character. This refractive character is, in turn, the key to the metaphysical dimension of the arts as well as of the apparent created world: </p> <p>The One remains, the Many change and pass;Heaven’s light forever shines, Earth’s shadows fly;Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,stains the white radiance of eternity.</p><p>(Shelley, <i>Adonais</i>)</p> <blockquote>The risk of some Traditionalists’ guarded (in extreme cases dismissive) attitude towards the modern arts is the risk of misinterpreting the esoteric meaning of Shelley’s use of ‘<em>stain’ </em>in the quotation just given.</blockquote><p>If we take seriously the idea of ‘literacy in the bandwidth of soul’, I think we will immediately be able to accept that in esoteric tradition soul (<em>nafs</em>) has multiple levels (or, differently put, it lives in several ‘worlds’ (<em>alam</em>)), and that thinking about these levels of <em>nafs</em>, and esoteric training in relation to them, has never been thought a polytheistic contradiction of the basic statement and affirmation of Unity.[[11]] </p><p>I think Raine’s doubt about the tone of Traditionalism in relation to art is in one sense no more than the doubt one would feel towards any language that bore hints of exclusiveness. As Ibn ‘Arabi’s teaching makes abundantly clear, the real answer to the danger of equating diversity with polytheism is to acknowledge that Reality is immanent <em>and </em>transcendent, that the apparent necessity to decide between the immanent and the transcendent is an adventitiously grafted dualistic need, in itself at odds with the non-dual awareness, Union, toward which <em>tawhid</em>, the path of Union, is directed and from which, at the inner level, it proceeds. </p><p>The risk of some Traditionalists’ guarded (in extreme cases dismissive) attitude towards the modern arts is the risk of misinterpreting the esoteric meaning of Shelley’s use of <em>stain </em>in the quotation just given. If we take the word to mean “taint” or “corruption” and then denounce it, we are effectively trying to interfere with the fuel supply of creativity, Beauty itself. Beauty lights, combusts, blazes, creates, in <em>colour</em>—the word being intended in esoteric and exoteric significations—it generates the spectrum of soul, the amplitude or <em>play </em>of all levels of <em>nafs</em>. On the other hand, if the coloured glass is taken as Beauty itself, then we commit the idolatrous or polytheistic error of ascribing directly to beauty’s vehicle, or its incandescence, the existence of Beauty. This cannot be done, because there is only one existence: ‘<em>the Alone is with the Alone</em> (there is not with Him a thing)’.[[12]] </p><blockquote>it is not the living spirit of the esoteric tradition which is being doubted, but a certain manner of guardianship concerning it.</blockquote><p>[[11]]: See Davies, <em>Romanticism and Esoteric Tradition: Studies in Imagination</em> (New York: Lindisfarne Books, 1998), chapters 5 and 6 </p><p>[[12]]: Ibn Arabi, <em>Kernel of the Kernel</em> (Ismail Hakki Bursevi’s Translation), (Sherborne: Beshara Publications, 1979), p. 33 </p><p>It is vital to keep in mind that such reservations as those Kathleen Raine expressed about the Traditional school are made with full acknowledgement that it is not the living spirit of the esoteric tradition which is being doubted, but a certain manner of guardianship concerning it. Whereas she doubted Guénon as an expositor of the one Teaching, she found that Seyyed Hossein Nasr’s book <em>Knowledge and the Sacred</em> embodied the principles of the Tradition without the dismissiveness that worried her elsewhere: “Dr Nasr never loses sight of the truth that principial knowledge is always accessible… Where others have seemed to slam doors, virtually denying the possibility, in the absence of normal supports (liturgy, crafts, arts and mores) of more than a token adherence to principles it is not possible to put into practice,”[[13]] Raine obviously sees in Nasr’s work a different understanding of revelation, perhaps one more consonant with Bernard Shaw’s declaration that “He who does not believe that revelation is continuous does not believe in revelation at all.”[[14]] </p><p>[[13]]: Raine, “Resacralisation”, <em>Temenos </em>4 (1983), p. 194 </p><p>[[14]]: Shaw, <em>The Quintessence of Ibsenism</em>, (London: Constable, 1926), p. 207 </p><blockquote>Raine’s affiliation, if there is one to be found, is much less toward orthodox contents and more towards the prophetic function of the creative arts.</blockquote><p>Here Raine’s own unaffiliated position, and her sympathy for the ‘fellow-travellers who have inherited no tradition’ is clear though implicit. One might compare her poetic, visionary but non-orthodox pathway to that of the Uwaysi Sufis, who acknowledge no apparent master or <em>tariqa</em>, but whose potential nearness to spiritual reality is no less than for the affiliated, and who are traditionally said to be under the direct mastership of Khidr. According to Henry Corbin, [[15]]</p> <p>those among the Sufis who had no visible <i>murshid</i> (guide), that is, an earthly man like themselves and a contemporary, called themselves Uwaysis. Abu’l-Hasan Kharraqani left us the saying: ‘I am amazed at those disciples who declare that they require this or that master. You are perfectly well aware that I have never been taught by any man. God was my guide, though I have the greatest respect for all the masters.’ …Such a relationship presupposes an ability to experience events which are enacted in a reality other than the physical reality of daily life, events which spontaneously transmute themselves into symbols.</p> <p>[[15]]: Henry Corbin, <em>Creative Imagination in the Sufism of Ibn Arabi</em> (Princeton, N.J.: Princeton University Press, 1969, pp. 32-3, 54 </p><p>To mention this direct affinity between revelation and symbolism is particularly important in relation to our discussion of the arts and the principle of soul—what I have elsewhere called the ‘optics of spiritual imagination’—because Raine’s affiliation, if there is one to be found, is much less toward orthodox contents and more towards the prophetic function of the creative arts; this term <em>creative arts</em> understood in a wider sense than the compass implied in the phrase ‘liturgy, arts, crafts and mores’. </p><p>It is this steadfast and ineluctable loneliness of the unaffiliated spiritual traveller that inspired Raine to acknowledge William Blake as the nearest thing to her spiritual master. Blake was a poet and artist-craftsman rather than an exponent of any one tradition. And while he acknowledged no tradition as an authority, he was deeply versed, like Raine, in many of them. And this constancy of awareness and trust in the workings of the Holy Spirit was shared not only by Blake, and Kathleen Raine in our day, but also by earlier supreme masters of the tradition in its pure forms, such as Ibn ‘Arabi, to whom is attributed the saying that the man of wisdom is not bound by any one form of belief. Thus, Ibn ‘Arabi states, [[16]]</p> <p>Had the gnostic known himself thoroughly, he would not have been trapped by any particular belief… The man who has started on this journey (<i>salik</i>) has thrown into the ocean the atom of existence in himself… from this moment on he cannot take refuge in any one part of religious belief and cannot subject himself to the regulation of any dogma. But he must not loiter in this state—it is absolutely essential he must go forward.</p> <p>[[16]]: Ibn Arabi, <em>Kernel of the Kernel</em>, p. 18; ibid., pp. 22-3 </p><p>It is a mystery why Frithjof Schuon, the author of the <em>Transcendent Unity of Religions</em>, could inspire in some of his followers such narrow and censorious adherence to the idea that one must belong to one religion only. Bernard Shaw had the feeling that the plays of Ibsen were prophetic, which is to say truly religious, for just the same reason as the contemporary critics thought them immoral—precisely because they exposed the mediocre tenacity of humanist moralism and its corrupting results, alongside the living spirit of the human will, indistinguishable, in its <em>capacity for true creation</em>, from the Divine Will. That indistinguishability is what Ibn ‘Arabi takes from the traditional saying attributed to Allah, that ‘<em>when I love [my servant], I am the eye with which he sees and the ear with which he hears</em>’.[[17]] </p><p>[[17]]: <em>op. cit</em>., pp ii, 37 </p><blockquote>While rejecting syncretism, they also exhibited it.</blockquote><p>From her wide experience of various Traditionalist sources, some of them known to her personally, such as Marco Pallis whose advice she sought on more than one occasion in relation to spiritual work and direction, Kathleen Raine also noted something interesting about the undeniable ‘modernity’, both personal and cultural-historical, of most of the major writers of the Traditionalist school. [[18]]</p> <p>Not one of the principal exponents of that school was in fact living within the tradition to which they themselves were native. Coomaraswamy, praising Hinduism, was educated in England and lived his adult life in America. Of all their writings, those of Schuon most illuminate Christianity, but their author is a Muslim convert. Several members of the group are, as was Guénon himself, Muslims; Marco [Pallis], born into a Greek Orthodox family, a Buddhist. Were they not all, under the disguise of strict adherence to tradition, in fact refugees, or rebels, and by the very assumption of Islam, or Mahayana Buddhism, as the case might be, changing the nature of the tradition assumed? Even while denouncing the confusion of the different traditions, were they not all carried on an interfusing tide? How could Marco’s Buddhism not be coloured by Greek Orthodox Christianity? Or Philip Sherrard’s Greek Orthodoxy by his Bloomsbury background and his training as a Cambridge historian? Was not Guénon’s Islam that of an embittered French intellectual? Eclecticism, whether or not desirable, is in practice unavoidable, and its implicit syncretism may even be the best contribution of this school.</p> <p>[[18]]: Raine, <em>Autobiographies</em>, p. 353 </p><p>One wonders, reading this and reflecting on it and the massive burgeoning of what is perplexingly known as the ‘spiritual marketplace’ in modern culture, whether the true Esoteric School is not far more widely and diversely seeded than the Traditionalist school thought? For, as she points out, the most vehement proponents of adherence to one established religion were themselves, by heredity and culture, not of the religions they later adopted. While rejecting syncretism, they also exhibited it. And if they were rebels and refugees, as Raine thinks they might have been, then they bear more than a passing resemblance to such pioneers of modern art as Rimbaud, Gauguin, and Isabelle Eberhardt. </p><p>While syncretism itself is less likely to bother artists than exponents of the spiritual ways, it has been my experience that the most committed practitioners of those ways, and those with the deepest knowledge, have readily perceived the true esoteric impulse in art of all sorts, and in much psychiatric work, and do not rush to dismiss—any more than to unthinkingly endorse—new, unexplored sites over which the wings of inspiration nevertheless seem to hover for a moment or an hour or longer. </p><p>If Kathleen Raine gave me the first inspiration to recognize the workings of the Holy Spirit in artistic as well as mystical and spiritual disciplines, then the autonomous development of that initial suggestion has since given me and many others the courage to continue seeking and to attest its presence in such diverse and (it may seem) unlikely places as the writings of Samuel Beckett, the paintings of Mark Rothko, the esoteric school of such as J. G. Bennett and Hasan Lutfi Shushud, and the music of Neil Young (none in any particular order). </p><h3>Concluding Remarks and a Suggestion</h3><p>In conclusion I’d like to make a proposition and suggest a development. The proposition is this. Esoteric studies properly regards art, myth and poetry as basically the same, and while not strictly equivalent to spiritual practice, nevertheless in direct relationship to it through the agency of the <em>barzakh</em>. And none of these soul-oriented artistic practices has lapsed irretrievably with the advent of the modern age. Poetry and myth, and much figurative and abstract art, are areas on the spectrum of isthmuseity, the <em>barzakh </em>being the intermediary realm between the veil and the quintessence. And while the gnostic is unconditionally exhorted not to “stay with the in-between”,[[19]] it is very likely that in many cases the first messages from the ‘beyond’ (<em>ghaib</em>) are to be received here in the <em>barzakh</em>. </p><p>Anyone familiar with Traditionalist principles acknowledges the challenge to the ordinary humanist self presented by the esoteric view of self, and of the life-changing consequences of this for the Western practitioner of this reorientation. What is less often suggested is that Post-Romantic art, as well as Traditional art, carries this radical transformation of ego implicitly in its own message, indeed in its very constitution as art. </p><p>If the Teaching corresponding to the Unique Reality is for all time, it necessarily manifests in all ages, and potentially to all persuasions. It was easier in the past to comprehend the iconicity of art, especially traditional art. The esoteric is hidden in modern art, and needs an act of ‘uncovering’ or <em>ta’wil</em>[[20]] to be invoked. </p><p>[[19]]: Ibn Arabi, <em>Kernel of the Kernel</em>, p. 38.</p><p>[[20]]: Further on the concept of ta’wil can be found in Henry Corbin, <em>Avicenna and the Visionary Recital</em> (Princeton: Princeton University Press, 1960 [1988]), pp. 28-35, 165-7 </p><blockquote>there is abundant precedent in esoteric language for the imagery of the spiritual battle. Yet... solely in that esoteric meaning.</blockquote><p>The development would be that, in view of the matters raised by artistic creativity generally, and by such an example as Kathleen Raine’s work in particular, Traditional Studies cease to use and occupy the imagery of the battleground. The rise of the Traditionalist School might have had its basis in this imagery, and indeed there is abundant precedent in esoteric language for the imagery of the spiritual battle. Yet the ultimate significance of the Teaching is solely in that esoteric meaning. The exoteric meaning of the battle image is merely a dispensable cover. With the secession of this outer image might fade also the tendency to dismiss the artistic soul-picture, a dismissal which troubles one as much from its suggested hint of hidden anxiety as from its stern exclusiveness. </p><p>In closing, I hope it is needless to say that what I have advanced in this discussion is in no way whatsoever intended to be an apology for the indiscriminate pluralism which tries to see inspiration in the slightest and most trivial of artistic expressions. At the same time, on many occasions on which examples of creative art have been highhandedly dismissed from one esoteric quarter or another, the Traditional verse of Sufism, <em>Whithersoever you turn, there you see His Face</em>, has come to mind. “The rest cannot be explained by writing.”[[21]] </p><p>[[21]]: Ibn Arabi, <em>Kernel of the Kernel</em>, p. 48 </p> <div> <div> <a href="https://www.sacredweb.com/volume-3/conceptions-of-the-absolute-in-mahayana-buddhism-and-the-pure-land-way-2/"> </a><div><a href="https://www.sacredweb.com/volume-3/conceptions-of-the-absolute-in-mahayana-buddhism-and-the-pure-land-way-2/"> <img src="https://storage.ghost.io/c/26/b5/26b5a426-214e-4897-b490-fa1deaa9b7ae/content/images/size/w400/2026/08/Japanese_School_-_The_Amida_Buddha_descends_from_Heaven_it_is_the_Japanese_name_of_the_Amitabha_Bu_-_-MeisterDrucke-987021-.jpg" alt=""> </a></div><a href="https://www.sacredweb.com/volume-3/conceptions-of-the-absolute-in-mahayana-buddhism-and-the-pure-land-way-2/"> </a> </div></div> </div> <p><a href="https://www.sacredweb.com/volume-3/art-and-isthmus-esoteric-tradition-and-aesthetic-education/" target="_blank">- Enlace a artículo -</a></p> <p>Más info en https://ift.tt/xWLNUqw / Tfno. & WA 607725547 Centro MENADEL (Frasco Martín) Psicología Clínica y Tradicional en Mijas. #Menadel #Psicología #Clínica #Tradicional #MijasPueblo</p> <p>*No suscribimos necesariamente las opiniones o artículos aquí compartidos. 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Patrones y colores de la keffiyeh


<p>No todas las keffiyehs son iguales</p> <p>La entrada <a href="https://paginasarabes.com/2026/09/14/patrones-y-colores-de-la-keffiyeh/">Patrones y colores de la keffiyeh</a> se publicó primero en <a href="https://paginasarabes.com">Páginas Árabes</a>.</p> <p><a href="https://paginasarabes.com/2026/09/14/patrones-y-colores-de-la-keffiyeh/" target="_blank">- Enlace a artículo -</a></p> <p>Más info en https://ift.tt/xWLNUqw / Tfno. & WA 607725547 Centro MENADEL (Frasco Martín) Psicología Clínica y Tradicional en Mijas. #Menadel #Psicología #Clínica #Tradicional #MijasPueblo</p> <p>*No suscribimos necesariamente las opiniones o artículos aquí compartidos. No todo es lo que parece.</p>

Do You Know When History Is Happening?


<p><span>Dear Classical Wisdom Reader,</span></p><p><span>Twenty-five years ago, I had just moved back to America. I had been there for exactly 10 days when it happened... when the history of the United States changed forever.</span></p><p><span>I was there to attend my freshman year at St. John’s College in Annapolis, a small liberal arts “Great Books” college. Living in a dorm filled with young women I barely knew, I remember someone (whose name I can’t recall) running into our room to tell us the news that fateful morning.</span></p><p><span>We all gathered in the main hall, sitting on the floor as professors explained that special phones had been set up so we could call loved ones. I remember sitting next to a long-limbed guy from New York, his head buried in his hands.</span></p><p><span>I know everyone has a story, a retelling, a memory of exactly where they were when it happened. Perhaps we can’t remember it perfectly (knowing, as we do, </span><a href="https://classicalwisdom.substack.com/p/does-memory-make-you-you"><span>how fallible our memories can be</span></a><span>), but we all knew immediately that history had happened.</span></p><p><span>And history </span><em><span>did</span></em><span> happen.</span></p><div><figure><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!Wvlx!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F020a5451-3a73-4a58-bc3d-e0ebd650d62f_3840x2560.webp"></a><div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!Wvlx!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F020a5451-3a73-4a58-bc3d-e0ebd650d62f_3840x2560.webp"></a><source type="image/webp"><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!Wvlx!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F020a5451-3a73-4a58-bc3d-e0ebd650d62f_3840x2560.webp"><img src="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!Wvlx!,w_1456,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F020a5451-3a73-4a58-bc3d-e0ebd650d62f_3840x2560.webp" width="1456" height="971" alt=""></a></source><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!Wvlx!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F020a5451-3a73-4a58-bc3d-e0ebd650d62f_3840x2560.webp"></a><div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!Wvlx!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F020a5451-3a73-4a58-bc3d-e0ebd650d62f_3840x2560.webp"></a><div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!Wvlx!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F020a5451-3a73-4a58-bc3d-e0ebd650d62f_3840x2560.webp"></a></div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!Wvlx!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F020a5451-3a73-4a58-bc3d-e0ebd650d62f_3840x2560.webp"></a></div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!Wvlx!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F020a5451-3a73-4a58-bc3d-e0ebd650d62f_3840x2560.webp"></a></div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!Wvlx!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F020a5451-3a73-4a58-bc3d-e0ebd650d62f_3840x2560.webp"></a></figure></div><p>Those of us over a certain age can clearly delineate between pre- and post-9/11 America... indeed, the world. It feels like it was a simpler time, when you could meet someone at the boarding gate inside the airport... when you never had to throw away a water bottle or take off your shoes at security... when America was still considered the “coolest” place in the world.</p><p><span>Turns out, history has a way of happening... whether we like it or not. And those significant moments, when the course of history changes forever, have a habit of arriving without much warning.</span></p><p><span>Of course, 9/11 isn’t the only example. There are plenty of historic events, whether they be economic, political, social and natural, that take place the globe over, and the moments we remember depend enormously on where we happened to be.</span></p><p><span>I was applying for jobs in Hong Kong (and being turned down) when the Global Financial Crisis hit.</span></p><p><span>I cried when I heard the heartbreaking news about the Boxing Day tsunami, and again while watching the devastation in Japan unfold in the aftermath of another earthquake </span>in 2011<span>.</span></p><p><span>And, of course, we all know exactly where we were when the shutdowns first took place in response to Covid-19... when the first case was discovered in our particular city or region. (Shockingly, I happened to be getting test results in the very hospital where patient zero was being treated here in Buenos Aires!)</span></p><p><strong><span>But what about the rest of the time? Can we </span></strong><em><strong><span>feel</span></strong></em><strong><span> history as it happens?</span></strong></p><p><a href="https://classicalwisdom.substack.com/p/do-you-know-when-history-is-happening?utm_source=substack&amp;utm_medium=email&amp;utm_content=share&amp;action=share"><span>Share</span></a></p><p><span>Did the Romans know, for instance, the moment Caesar was assassinated that his death would be immortalized forever? Did people across Alexander’s enormous empire remember exactly where they were when they first heard that the great conqueror was dead? What did the inhabitants of the Bronze Age Aegean think when Thera erupted?</span></p><p><span>Did they know they were living through events of historic significance? After all, it is much easier to recognize in retrospect.</span></p><p><span>We look back and draw clean lines through time, marking out events such as the fall of the Roman Republic, the rise of Christianity, the collapse of empires... and imagine that the people living through these moments must have felt the ground shifting beneath their feet... But did they?</span></p><p><span>Or did most people simply wake up, eat breakfast and complain about the weather?</span></p><p><span>Most of the time history doesn’t </span><em><span>actually</span></em><span> announce itself. There are usually no banners or Morgan Freeman voiceover summarizing events and helpfully informing us that something is happening.</span><em><span> </span></em><span>Indeed, for every event that genuinely changes the course of the world, there are countless others that feel enormous in the moment but are eventually reduced to a footnote....or forgotten altogether.</span></p><p><span>Interestingly (and perhaps not surprisingly), this problem bothered the ancients too.</span></p><h2><strong><span>Thoughtful Thucydides </span></strong></h2><p><span>When war broke out between Athens and Sparta in 431 BC, the great Greek historian, Thucydides, did something amazing and amazingly important... he began recording it almost immediately.</span></p><p><span>And he did this because he believed he was witnessing a signficant historical event. In fact, Thucydides tells us this himself at the very beginning of his </span><em><span>History of the Peloponnesian War</span></em><span>. He began writing as soon as hostilities started because he expected the conflict to be a great one...bigger than those that had come before it.</span></p><p><span>And he was right - the war would last for nearly three decades (albeit with interruptions). It devastated much of the Greek world, included a horrific plague, and contributed to the destruction of Athenian power.</span></p><div><figure><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!SLec!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F0d3ff917-2022-4bd2-ba98-b04966035461_960x600.jpeg"></a><div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!SLec!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F0d3ff917-2022-4bd2-ba98-b04966035461_960x600.jpeg"></a><source type="image/webp"><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!SLec!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F0d3ff917-2022-4bd2-ba98-b04966035461_960x600.jpeg"><img src="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!SLec!,w_1456,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F0d3ff917-2022-4bd2-ba98-b04966035461_960x600.jpeg" width="960" height="600" alt=""></a></source><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!SLec!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F0d3ff917-2022-4bd2-ba98-b04966035461_960x600.jpeg"></a><div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!SLec!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F0d3ff917-2022-4bd2-ba98-b04966035461_960x600.jpeg"></a><div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!SLec!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F0d3ff917-2022-4bd2-ba98-b04966035461_960x600.jpeg"></a></div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!SLec!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F0d3ff917-2022-4bd2-ba98-b04966035461_960x600.jpeg"></a></div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!SLec!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F0d3ff917-2022-4bd2-ba98-b04966035461_960x600.jpeg"></a></div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!SLec!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F0d3ff917-2022-4bd2-ba98-b04966035461_960x600.jpeg"></a><figcaption><em>Plague in an Ancient City</em><span>, </span>Michiel Sweerts<span>, </span>c.<span> 1652–1654</span></figcaption></figure></div><p>Thucydides had to be exiled to be able to write about it as he did... but nonetheless, he recognized the importance of the situation, <span>that he was watching pivotal history unfold.</span></p><p><span>What he didn’t know was that more than two thousand years later, we would still be reading Pericles’ Funeral Oration... that generals and political theorists would continue to discuss the Melian Dialogue... or that phrases such as the “Thucydides Trap” would be thrown around by leaders of growing superpowers. </span></p><p><span>Thucydides knew he was witnessing history, but he had no idea what history would make of it.</span></p><div><div><div><p><em><strong>Let History Be Your Guide! Subscribe today to enjoy all our articles, Ebooks, podcasts and more. Bring ancient wisdom to your modern life:</strong></em></p></div><div><div></div><div></div></div></div></div><h2><strong><span>The Ides of March Came…and Went</span></strong></h2><p><span>Then there is Julius Caesar. A dictator of Rome stabbed to death in the Senate by some of the most prominent Romans of their age... It’s a story with everything: blood, betrayal, political conspiracy. I mean, the play basically writes itself! Shakespeare only had to read the history.</span></p><p><span>Surely </span><em><span>that</span></em><span> was a moment when everyone knew something enormous had happened...right?</span></p><p><span>Perhaps they did, but the crazy thing is that they couldn’t have known what came next.</span></p><p><span>Caesar’s assassins really believed they were saving the Republic. Cicero initially rejoiced while Brutus and Cassius imagined that, with the Caesar dead, Rome would return to its old republican order.</span></p><p><span>However, with the gift of hindsight, we know differently. As such, we draw a neat line from Caesar’s murder to the civil wars to the defeat of Antony and Cleopatra and eventually to the reign of Octavian...Augustus, Rome’s first emperor.</span></p><p><span>But the Romans didn’t have that luxury. They could not see that line... and how could they? The fact of the matter is that the transformation from the fall of the Roman Republic to the rise of the Roman empire took decades.</span></p><div><figure><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!0qiP!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F54541d01-0258-44fe-b1a4-9e9edf48763b_750x429.jpeg"></a><div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!0qiP!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F54541d01-0258-44fe-b1a4-9e9edf48763b_750x429.jpeg"></a><source type="image/webp"><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!0qiP!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F54541d01-0258-44fe-b1a4-9e9edf48763b_750x429.jpeg"><img src="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!0qiP!,w_1456,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F54541d01-0258-44fe-b1a4-9e9edf48763b_750x429.jpeg" width="750" height="429" alt=""></a></source><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!0qiP!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F54541d01-0258-44fe-b1a4-9e9edf48763b_750x429.jpeg"></a><div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!0qiP!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F54541d01-0258-44fe-b1a4-9e9edf48763b_750x429.jpeg"></a><div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!0qiP!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F54541d01-0258-44fe-b1a4-9e9edf48763b_750x429.jpeg"></a></div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!0qiP!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F54541d01-0258-44fe-b1a4-9e9edf48763b_750x429.jpeg"></a></div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!0qiP!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F54541d01-0258-44fe-b1a4-9e9edf48763b_750x429.jpeg"></a></div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!0qiP!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F54541d01-0258-44fe-b1a4-9e9edf48763b_750x429.jpeg"></a><figcaption><strong>Caesar Crossing the Rubicon by Adolphe Yvon</strong></figcaption></figure></div><p><span>For an ordinary Roman going about his business, when </span><em><span>exactly</span></em><span> did the Republic end? Was it when Caesar crossed the Rubicon? Or his famous assassination? Was it the Battle of Actium? Or when Octavian became Augustus?</span></p><p><span>Hard to know what’s happening, when you are in the midsts of history. </span></p><h2><strong><span>The Unnoticed History</span></strong></h2><p><span>And then there is perhaps an even stranger kind of historical change... the kind that hardly looks like history at all...</span></p><p><span>Nowadays, we describe the rise of Christianity as one of the great transformations of the ancient world. Whatever your religious beliefs, its historical consequences are difficult to overstate because it reshaped institutions, art, philosophy, morality and eventually the political and cultural landscape of Europe and far beyond (</span><a href="https://classicalwisdom.substack.com/p/the-decision-that-changed-history"><span>something we have been discussing recently as well.</span></a><span>)</span></p><p><span>But imagine being alive in the Roman Empire in the first century AD… Somewhere on the distant eastern edge of the empire, a relatively obscure Jewish teacher was executed by Roman authorities, a commonplace occurrence then. His small group of devotees continued preaching with little communities appearing here and there.</span></p><p><span>Depending on where you lived, you might not have noticed at all! Back in Rome all other sorts of other events were taking place, the kind most people worry about. There were wars and taxes, fires and political intrigue. People spent the majority of their time thinking about food prices, family dramas, and the usual tricky business of just being alive.</span></p><div><figure><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!4l-s!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fa7d1d51a-f2b6-43d2-99be-ada1027b457c_500x667.jpeg"></a><div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!4l-s!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fa7d1d51a-f2b6-43d2-99be-ada1027b457c_500x667.jpeg"></a><source type="image/webp"><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!4l-s!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fa7d1d51a-f2b6-43d2-99be-ada1027b457c_500x667.jpeg"><img src="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!4l-s!,w_1456,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fa7d1d51a-f2b6-43d2-99be-ada1027b457c_500x667.jpeg" width="500" height="667" alt=""></a></source><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!4l-s!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fa7d1d51a-f2b6-43d2-99be-ada1027b457c_500x667.jpeg"></a><div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!4l-s!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fa7d1d51a-f2b6-43d2-99be-ada1027b457c_500x667.jpeg"></a><div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!4l-s!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fa7d1d51a-f2b6-43d2-99be-ada1027b457c_500x667.jpeg"></a></div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!4l-s!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fa7d1d51a-f2b6-43d2-99be-ada1027b457c_500x667.jpeg"></a></div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!4l-s!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fa7d1d51a-f2b6-43d2-99be-ada1027b457c_500x667.jpeg"></a></div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!4l-s!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fa7d1d51a-f2b6-43d2-99be-ada1027b457c_500x667.jpeg"></a><figcaption>Jesus healing the bleeding woman<span>, Roman catacombs, 300–350</span></figcaption></figure></div><p><span>If you had asked an educated Roman in AD 50 to identify the people or events that would matter most to the world two thousand years later, how likely is it that a tiny religious movement from Judaea would have made the list?</span></p><p><span>Indeed, the history that matters most may not always be the history that makes the most noise. Some of the greatest changes occur almost invisibly... like ideas that spread from person to person or technologies that alter how people act. There are institutions or religions that lose legitimacy while languages disappears.</span></p><p><span>We live in a time when almost </span><em><span>everything</span></em><span> is presented as historic. Every election is unprecedented and more important than ever. Every crisis, from the climate to AI, is existential and every new technological development promises to either change life on planet earth…or end it. Our phones send us notifications of the latest news several times a day, while social media ensures that events taking place thousands of miles away arrive in our pockets and in our minds almost instantaneously.</span></p><p><span>Whether it’s the latest political scandal or a far away mudslide, we have never been more aware of events happening in real time... </span></p><p><span>And yet that doesn’t necessarily mean we are any better at recognizing the major events that drive history.</span></p><p><a href="https://classicalwisdom.substack.com/p/do-you-know-when-history-is-happening?utm_source=substack&amp;utm_medium=email&amp;utm_content=share&amp;action=share"><span>Share</span></a></p><p><span>Perhaps Thucydides understood that the Peloponnesian war was hugely important, even if he didn’t know what later generations would make of it. Caesar’s assassins knew they were taking part in something big, but definitely didn’t anticipate what would happen next… And countless Romans lived their lives alongside a small growing religious movement without even realizing that it would eventually completely transform their world.</span></p><p><span>So... what do you think dear reader? </span></p><p><strong><span>When we look around at everything happening today, are we witnessing important history? How can tell what will be remembered… what is significant.. and what will be forgotten?</span></strong></p><p><strong><span>And is history the events that make the headlines...or is the real history happening somewhere quieter?</span></strong></p><p><span>Add your thoughts on the topic in the discussion below. </span></p><p><span>All the best,<br>Anya Leonard<br>Founder and Director<br>Classical Wisdom</span></p><p><span>P.S. I just want to add a quick THANK YOU to our amazing members who help make this project possible. 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lunes, 14 de septiembre de 2026

The One Thing


<h1>SPIRITUALRELIEF JOURNAL 02 SEPTEMBER 2026</h1><div><figure><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!U91o!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F173555f4-675c-412c-8e07-e630e66e14e1_675x991.jpeg"></a><div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!U91o!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F173555f4-675c-412c-8e07-e630e66e14e1_675x991.jpeg"></a><source type="image/webp"><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!U91o!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F173555f4-675c-412c-8e07-e630e66e14e1_675x991.jpeg"><img src="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!U91o!,w_1456,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F173555f4-675c-412c-8e07-e630e66e14e1_675x991.jpeg" width="675" height="991" alt=""></a></source><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!U91o!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F173555f4-675c-412c-8e07-e630e66e14e1_675x991.jpeg"></a><div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!U91o!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F173555f4-675c-412c-8e07-e630e66e14e1_675x991.jpeg"></a><div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!U91o!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F173555f4-675c-412c-8e07-e630e66e14e1_675x991.jpeg"></a></div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!U91o!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F173555f4-675c-412c-8e07-e630e66e14e1_675x991.jpeg"></a></div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!U91o!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F173555f4-675c-412c-8e07-e630e66e14e1_675x991.jpeg"></a></div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!U91o!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F173555f4-675c-412c-8e07-e630e66e14e1_675x991.jpeg"></a></figure></div><p></p><div><hr></div><blockquote><p>There is one thing in this world that must never be forgotten.</p></blockquote><p><em>Fihi ma Fihi, Discourse 4, trans. A. J. Arberry</em></p><p>Forget everything else and hold on to this, Rumi says, and nothing is lost. Hold on to everything else and forget this, and you have done nothing at all.</p><p>Then he gives an example.</p><p>A king sends you to a village on one piece of business. You go. While you are there you find a hundred useful things to do, and you do them. You help people. You solve problems. You work hard. You come back exhausted, and you have forgotten the thing the king sent you for.</p><p>Standing in front of him again, none of the hundred count.</p><p>There was an errand. You were told what it was. The hundred things are what you did instead.</p><p>There is one difficulty with this passage, and it is not a small one.</p><p>He does say what kind of thing the errand is. Everyone comes into the world for one particular task, and that task is the purpose of the life. There he stops. He never tells anybody in the room which task is theirs.</p><div><hr></div><h2>The Other Book</h2><p>Most people meet Rumi somewhere else. A line about love on a card. A line about the wound and the light. Something read at a wedding, or printed under a photograph of a sunrise.</p><p>That Rumi is real and the verse is not being misrepresented. Tens of thousands of lines, much of it addressed to a beloved who is also God, and the temperature is exactly as high as the quotations suggest.</p><p>There is a second book, and he did not write it.</p><p>He talked. People sat in the room and afterwards wrote down what they could remember, and seventy-one of those gatherings survive. Nobody turned them into an argument. Somebody asks a question. Rumi answers. A story appears, then another. He changes direction. Somebody interrupts. The afternoon ends.</p><p>Scholars think the disciples recorded the parts that struck them and left out the opening and closing prayers, which is part of why the text reads the way it does. The material seems to have been gathered into single manuscripts after his death, probably by his eldest son Sultan Walad. Badi al-Zaman Forouzanfar established the standard Persian text in 1951, and Ja’far Modarres-Sadeghi produced an improved edition in 1994. Arberry made the first complete English translation in 1961; Wheeler Thackston published a second in 1994. The Mevlana Museum in Konya holds what UNESCO recognises as the oldest surviving manuscripts of Rumi’s works, this one among them.</p><div><figure><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!KXHr!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fdc7d887c-c0b5-4c0e-aa7c-0f4e455bf28b_300x544.jpeg"></a><div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!KXHr!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fdc7d887c-c0b5-4c0e-aa7c-0f4e455bf28b_300x544.jpeg"></a><source type="image/webp"><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!KXHr!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fdc7d887c-c0b5-4c0e-aa7c-0f4e455bf28b_300x544.jpeg"><img src="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!KXHr!,w_1456,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fdc7d887c-c0b5-4c0e-aa7c-0f4e455bf28b_300x544.jpeg" width="300" height="544" alt=""></a></source><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!KXHr!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fdc7d887c-c0b5-4c0e-aa7c-0f4e455bf28b_300x544.jpeg"></a><div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!KXHr!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fdc7d887c-c0b5-4c0e-aa7c-0f4e455bf28b_300x544.jpeg"></a><div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!KXHr!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fdc7d887c-c0b5-4c0e-aa7c-0f4e455bf28b_300x544.jpeg"></a></div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!KXHr!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fdc7d887c-c0b5-4c0e-aa7c-0f4e455bf28b_300x544.jpeg"></a></div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!KXHr!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fdc7d887c-c0b5-4c0e-aa7c-0f4e455bf28b_300x544.jpeg"></a></div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!KXHr!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fdc7d887c-c0b5-4c0e-aa7c-0f4e455bf28b_300x544.jpeg"></a></figure></div><p>The Persian title is close to a shrug.</p><p><em>Fihi ma fihi.</em> In it is what is in it.</p><p>It may be the nearest thing we have to sitting in a room and listening to the man talk.</p><div><hr></div><h2>The Room</h2><p>The room matters, because outside it the world was coming apart.</p><p>In February 1258 the Mongol army entered Baghdad and ended the Abbasid caliphate there. Konya sits about five hundred miles west, on the Anatolian plateau, and Anatolia had already gone the same way. The Seljuks were broken at Köse Dağ in 1243 and the sultanate continued at Mongol pleasure.</p><p>Rumi was in his sixties by then. He had spent the first half of his life as a respectable jurist and professor, a man with students, a household and a career, until a wandering dervish called Shams of Tabriz came through Konya and took the entire arrangement apart. Whatever was left afterwards wrote the poetry.</p><p>One of the men in these gatherings was Mu’in al-Din Sulayman, the Parvana, who ran Anatolia on the Mongols’ behalf while privately working on Baybars in Cairo to move against them. The book’s opening discourse is addressed to him and it is not a courtesy. Rumi tells him that the statecraft he took up to protect Islam has been turned into the instrument of its ruin, that he is now assisting the Tatars against Syria and Egypt, and that the cause of survival has become the cause of decline.</p><p>Then, in the last lines of that discourse, Rumi records what the Parvana did with it. He took the warning about trusting your own judgement and construed it as advice for the campaign he was already running: we are marching now, we should not be overconfident, and if we are broken we should not lose heart.</p><p><em>My purpose was what I said.</em></p><p>The first chapter of the book ends with the teacher noting, for the record, that the listener heard what he wanted to hear. The Mongols executed the Parvana in 1277, four years after Rumi died.</p><p>The people in that room knew what kind of world they were living in. The old order had been opened like a box and it was not going to close again.</p><p>On one of these afternoons, somebody stands up because he has forgotten something.</p><p>An object. Something put down somewhere and now missing.</p><p>Nobody looks for it. Instead Rumi begins talking about the one thing a human being must not forget, and never tells him which one is his.</p><div><hr></div><h2>What the Mountains Could Not Do</h2><p>He starts by naming what the rest of creation can do.</p><p>Everything has been assigned a task. The heavens send rain and light so the herbs of the field come up. The earth takes the seed and hands back a hundred thousand marvels too numerous to tell. The mountains give forth mines of gold and silver.</p><p>All of it happens continually, and none of it is the task under discussion.</p><blockquote><p>All these things the heavens, the earth and the mountains do, yet they do not perform that one thing; that particular task is performed by us.</p></blockquote><p><em>Fihi ma Fihi, Discourse 4</em></p><p>Behind this sits the verse about the Trust, offered to the heavens and the earth and the mountains, which refused it and were afraid of it. The human being carried it. The verse then calls the human being foolish and sinful for having done so.</p><p>Rumi takes those two words as a condition rather than a verdict. Perform the task and the foolishness and the sinfulness dissolve.</p><p>So the question has changed shape. There is something we came here to do. Nothing else in creation can do it on our behalf. And most of us appear to be entirely capable of spending a life on something else.</p><div><hr></div><h2>Three Objects</h2><p>He starts handing you things.</p><p>Imagine you own a sword of Indian steel, the kind a king keeps locked away, and you use it to hack up rotten meat. Somebody asks why. At least I’m using it, you say.</p><p>Or you own a gold cooking pot and you boil turnips in it. A chip off the rim would buy a hundred ordinary pots. Never mind. The turnips need boiling.</p><p>Then the best one. You have a jewelled knife. You drive it into a wall and hang a broken gourd from it.</p><p>Look, you say. I’ve found a use for it.</p><p>Stay there a moment, because nothing is being neglected. The knife is not rusting in a drawer. The gourd genuinely needs somewhere to hang. There is a reason for what you have done and the reason is perfectly sensible.</p><p>That is what makes the image uncomfortable.</p><p>The mistake is not uselessness. It is usefulness. You have taken something whose value you do not understand and found a practical use for it, and the practicality is what hides the error. A wooden or iron nail worth a few coppers holds the gourd just as well. What sense is there in tying up a hundred-dinar knife on that job?</p><p>Then Rumi turns the object around. Do not sell yourself cheap, he says, because you are worth a great deal.</p><p>God is the buyer. What has been bought is your hours, your breaths, your possessions, your days, and the price set on them is an eternal paradise. That is the valuation.</p><p>Sell yourself below it and you have done what the man with the knife did. A hundred dinars driven into a wall to hold up a gourd.</p><div><hr></div><h2>The Root</h2><p>At this point somebody in the room can make the obvious objection. Perhaps I do spend my life on important things. Law. Philosophy. Logic. Medicine. The stars.</p><p>The answer is severe.</p><p>All of that is for you. Law keeps somebody from taking your bread, your coat or your life. Medicine preserves you. Astronomy tells you about harvests, journeys, fortune, the conditions of the world you happen to live in. Even your birth chart is about you.</p><p>Then he gives it one turn.</p><blockquote><p>You are the root, and all of that is the branch.</p></blockquote><p><em>Fihi ma Fihi</em></p><p>If the branches contain this many worlds, this much detail, this many wonders without end, what do you suppose is going on in the root?</p><p>He leaves it there.</p><p>It is probably the most flattering thing anybody will say to you all year, and he spends about a second on it before moving on.</p><div><hr></div><h2>Horse Food Is Not Rider Food</h2><p>There is a food besides eating and sleeping, he says, and you have forgotten it.</p><p>Night and day you feed the animal. The body is a horse and the world is the stable where it eats. The horse has its own hunger, its own sleep, its own comforts, and there is nothing wrong with any of them. The trouble starts when the rider forgets that he is not the horse.</p><p>Then comes a love story everybody in the room already knows.</p><p>Majnun is trying to reach the country where Layla lives, and he is riding a camel. As long as he is paying attention, they travel toward her. But Majnun is in love. Every so often he disappears into thoughts of Layla and forgets himself, forgets the road, forgets the animal underneath him.</p><p>The moment he does, the camel turns around. Her foal is back in the village. She wants to go home.</p><p>Majnun comes back to himself, finds they have been travelling the wrong way, turns her around and starts again. Then he disappears into Layla, and the camel turns back toward her foal.</p><p>This goes on for months. Majnun is full of love. The camel is full of love. They are going in opposite directions.</p><p>Eventually Majnun gets down off the camel.</p><blockquote><p>What is behind her pulls her. What is ahead pulls me. We were never going the same way.</p></blockquote><p><em>Fihi ma Fihi</em></p><p>So he walks.</p><div><figure><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!Axwq!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fdd31805b-c07a-4e40-89d2-f7df52e22e62_736x1089.jpeg"></a><div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!Axwq!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fdd31805b-c07a-4e40-89d2-f7df52e22e62_736x1089.jpeg"></a><source type="image/webp"><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!Axwq!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fdd31805b-c07a-4e40-89d2-f7df52e22e62_736x1089.jpeg"><img src="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!Axwq!,w_1456,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fdd31805b-c07a-4e40-89d2-f7df52e22e62_736x1089.jpeg" width="736" height="1089" alt=""></a></source><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!Axwq!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fdd31805b-c07a-4e40-89d2-f7df52e22e62_736x1089.jpeg"></a><div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!Axwq!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fdd31805b-c07a-4e40-89d2-f7df52e22e62_736x1089.jpeg"></a><div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!Axwq!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fdd31805b-c07a-4e40-89d2-f7df52e22e62_736x1089.jpeg"></a></div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!Axwq!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fdd31805b-c07a-4e40-89d2-f7df52e22e62_736x1089.jpeg"></a></div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!Axwq!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fdd31805b-c07a-4e40-89d2-f7df52e22e62_736x1089.jpeg"></a></div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!Axwq!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fdd31805b-c07a-4e40-89d2-f7df52e22e62_736x1089.jpeg"></a></figure></div><p><em>Layla and Majnun in the wilderness with animals, from a Khamsa of Amir Khusrau Dihlavi. Attributed to Sanwalah, Mughal India, c. 1590–1600. Opaque watercolour on paper, 18.6 × 16.2 cm. The Cleveland Museum of Art, 2013.301.</em></p><p>His desire was never false. The love was real and the destination was real. The problem was the vehicle. The thing carrying him had business of its own and it was patient. It only ever had to wait for him to close his eyes.</p><div><hr></div><h2>Praise</h2><p>Then he quotes his own teacher.</p><p>Somebody came to Burhan al-Din and told him his friends had been singing his praises. Burhan al-Din said he would wait until he met these friends, to find out whether they knew him well enough to praise him at all.</p><p>If they know me only by word of mouth, they do not know me. Words do not last. Syllables and sounds do not last. This body, these lips, this mouth will not last, and all of it is an accident of the moment.</p><p>If they know my works and know my essential self, then the praise can go where it belongs.</p><p>The question is not whether the praise is accurate. It is whether the man giving it is in any position to know what he is praising.</p><div><hr></div><h2>The Ring</h2><p>Which brings him to a ring.</p><p>A king gives his son the best education available. Astronomy, geomancy, the whole apparatus of an educated life, and the boy masters it.</p><p>One day the king closes his hand around something and asks his son what is in his fist.</p><p>The son studies the signs. It is round. It is yellow. It has a hole through the middle.</p><p>Correct, says the king. Now tell me what it is.</p><p>The son thinks.</p><p>A sieve. It must be a sieve.</p><div><figure><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!PfDx!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fe30fdb4f-45c1-42a0-aea3-8cb65bd73c1b_2898x3870.jpeg"></a><div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!PfDx!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fe30fdb4f-45c1-42a0-aea3-8cb65bd73c1b_2898x3870.jpeg"></a><source type="image/webp"><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!PfDx!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fe30fdb4f-45c1-42a0-aea3-8cb65bd73c1b_2898x3870.jpeg"><img src="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!PfDx!,w_1456,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fe30fdb4f-45c1-42a0-aea3-8cb65bd73c1b_2898x3870.jpeg" width="1456" height="1944" alt=""></a></source><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!PfDx!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fe30fdb4f-45c1-42a0-aea3-8cb65bd73c1b_2898x3870.jpeg"></a><div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!PfDx!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fe30fdb4f-45c1-42a0-aea3-8cb65bd73c1b_2898x3870.jpeg"></a><div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!PfDx!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fe30fdb4f-45c1-42a0-aea3-8cb65bd73c1b_2898x3870.jpeg"></a></div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!PfDx!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fe30fdb4f-45c1-42a0-aea3-8cb65bd73c1b_2898x3870.jpeg"></a></div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!PfDx!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fe30fdb4f-45c1-42a0-aea3-8cb65bd73c1b_2898x3870.jpeg"></a></div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!PfDx!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fe30fdb4f-45c1-42a0-aea3-8cb65bd73c1b_2898x3870.jpeg"></a></figure></div><p><em>Planispheric astrolabe by Muhammad Zaman al-Munajjim al-Asturlabi. Iran, Mashhad, AH 1065 / 1654–55. Brass and steel. The Metropolitan Museum of Art, Harris Brisbane Dick Fund, 1963 (63.166a–j).</em></p><blockquote><p>You gave me every property correctly. You made observations that would impress a clever man. And somehow you missed the simplest fact of all.</p></blockquote><p><em>Fihi ma Fihi</em></p><p>A sieve does not fit inside a fist.</p><p>This is his charge against the learned men of his age. They can split hairs. They can master distant subjects. They can tell you all day what is permitted and what is forbidden, and the nearest thing of all stays unknown. He does not know whether he himself is permitted.</p><p>Then he returns to the ring.</p><p>The roundness, the colour, the hole. Throw it into the fire and those things go. What is left is what it always was.</p><p>Perhaps this is why the one thing is so hard to name. Everything we normally reach for to describe ourselves belongs to the ring’s roundness and colour. Our work, our opinions, our reputation, our knowledge, the things we spent years becoming good at.</p><p>All accurate. And still a sieve in a fist.</p><div><hr></div><h2>The Bird and the Hunter</h2><p>Near the end of the afternoon he offers a test.</p><div><figure><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!92Ez!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F993bf55b-e4d5-4bc6-9cd3-c20b0490cc32_4000x2562.jpeg"></a><div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!92Ez!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F993bf55b-e4d5-4bc6-9cd3-c20b0490cc32_4000x2562.jpeg"></a><source type="image/webp"><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!92Ez!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F993bf55b-e4d5-4bc6-9cd3-c20b0490cc32_4000x2562.jpeg"><img src="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!92Ez!,w_1456,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F993bf55b-e4d5-4bc6-9cd3-c20b0490cc32_4000x2562.jpeg" width="1456" height="933" alt=""></a></source><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!92Ez!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F993bf55b-e4d5-4bc6-9cd3-c20b0490cc32_4000x2562.jpeg"></a><div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!92Ez!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F993bf55b-e4d5-4bc6-9cd3-c20b0490cc32_4000x2562.jpeg"></a><div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!92Ez!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F993bf55b-e4d5-4bc6-9cd3-c20b0490cc32_4000x2562.jpeg"></a></div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!92Ez!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F993bf55b-e4d5-4bc6-9cd3-c20b0490cc32_4000x2562.jpeg"></a></div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!92Ez!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F993bf55b-e4d5-4bc6-9cd3-c20b0490cc32_4000x2562.jpeg"></a></div><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/%24s_!92Ez!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F993bf55b-e4d5-4bc6-9cd3-c20b0490cc32_4000x2562.jpeg"></a></figure></div><p><em>Study of a Bird by Riza-yi ‘Abbasi. Iran, Isfahan, 1634. Ink, opaque watercolour, gold and silver on paper. The Metropolitan Museum of Art, Louis E. and Theresa S. Seley Purchase Fund for Islamic Art and Rogers Fund, 1985 (1985.2).</em></p><p>He says it about himself. I am a bird. I am a nightingale. Tell me to make some other kind of sound and I cannot. My tongue is what it is.</p><p>Then the people who learn the song of birds. They are not birds. They are the enemies of birds and their captors. They sing and whistle so that others will take them for birds, and if you ask them for a different call they produce one, because the call was never theirs to begin with. Every tune has been robbed from some other breast.</p><p>It is a strange place to finish, because the false call is not bad. It may be technically perfect. That is exactly why it works. The difference sits somewhere else. One sound grew out of a creature. The other was learned because it was useful.</p><p>The bird cannot trade its voice for another one. There is nothing else in the throat.</p><div><hr></div><h2>The Man Who Is Still Standing</h2><p>We are back where the afternoon started.</p><p>Somebody is on his feet in a room in Konya because he has lost something. He came looking for an object, and he never gets told where it is. What he gets instead is an errand from a king, a sword used on rotten meat, a gold pot full of turnips, a jewelled knife holding up a broken gourd, a rider whose animal keeps carrying him home, a brilliant student who looks at a ring and sees a sieve, and a hunter who can sound exactly like a bird.</p><p>Running underneath all of it is one possibility. That a person can be intelligent, busy, sincere, educated, useful, even full of love, and still forget the thing they came here for.</p><p>Rumi never tells him which task is his.</p><p>The room is gone. Konya is a modern city with traffic moving through it. The Parvana who sat at the back was executed by the Mongols four years after Rumi died. Everyone who tried to remember these conversations is gone, and the man doing the talking lies under a green dome that people still cross the world to see.</p><p>The afternoon is not quite over.</p><p>Somebody is still standing up. Somebody has forgotten something and cannot quite say what it is, and they have come to a room to ask.</p><p><em>Fihi ma fihi.</em> In it is what is in it.</p><div><hr></div><h2>After Dark</h2><p><em>After Dark is the paid side of SpiritualRelief. Support from readers funds the research, writing, editing and production behind the films and the Journal. 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