
<div><div><iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/qpt5Cv6Q1l0?rel=0&autoplay=0&showinfo=0&enablejsapi=0" frameborder="0" width="728" height="409"></iframe></div></div><h3>The Ecstatic Sayings of Ruzbihan Baqli · Sharh-e Shathiyat · Part 3</h3><p><em>The Secret Discourses of the Sufis</em></p><div><hr></div><p>Ruzbihan Baqli has been preparing the reader for this chapter since the first line of the book.</p><div><div><div><p>Spiritualrelief's Substack is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.</p></div><div><div></div><div></div></div></div></div><p>The Muqaddima drowned us in the praise of God beyond all attributes. The first chapter brought the <em>I</em> into the book — Ruzbihan’s own initiatic autobiography, the young man on the road of aspiration, the dialogue with the doorkeeper of the unseen, the moment he became thirsty from the surges of love. He told us why he wrote the book.</p><p>Now, in the second chapter, he tells us how it all began.</p><p>Not the beginning of his life. The beginning of <em>being itself</em>. The chapter is a cosmological poem in prose. It describes the moment a soul wakes out of nothingness, finds itself in existence, and is addressed by the One who brought it forth.</p><p>The chapter is long enough that we will read it in two parts. This is the first half. It ends on the divine question that every soul has been answering since the beginning of time. The second half — Part 4 — will be the spirits’ answer, and what came of it.</p><p>Read it slowly. The Persian register is dense even by Sufi standards. Ruzbihan is doing in prose what Avicenna does in metaphysical argument and what Attar will later do in narrative poetry. He is laying out the architecture of how a contingent being comes to exist, recognize itself, and be addressed.</p><p>What follows is the chapter, in our translation from the Persian, set down with as little commentary as possible.</p><div><hr></div><h3>On the Going-Forth of the Holy Spirits from the Screens of the Acts of Pre-Eternity</h3><h4>By the description of finding the Reality and the Gnosis</h4><p><em>In the name of God, the Compassionate, the Merciful — and to him I turn for help in all matters.</em></p><p>Know — <em>and may God bless your understanding</em> — that the hidden one of the unseen, in the screen of the sightlessness of the acts, if he comes forth from beyond the parapet-tower of the palace of the elements; and if a subtle thing shifts within another subtle thing; and if the soul-without-trace comes into the eye of contemplation, without the surprise of bewilderment, without the sitting-down of imposed effort — then, from the original disposition (which is the strain-of-being-of-the-engendered), it seeks itself out. From the screen of plainness it goes forth into the world of the colorings of the forms of the world of secondary causes. After this elevation it passes — by the rope of the alphabet — through the cunning. By the light of preparedness, perfecting-of-knowledge, it begins to seek: who it itself is, and for the sake of what. Its existence speaks with its existence. Eye comes into eye, hearing into hearing, soul into soul, without the rulings of the intellect, in the cloud of the indefinite. It sees itself without foot or head.</p><p>The original subtle-thing is set into motion; it speaks to itself:</p><blockquote><p><em>Who are you?</em></p></blockquote><p>Intellect comes in through the road of evidences. It seats apprehension on the riding-beasts of thoughts and sets it riding through the wilderness of un-gnosis. The truth of the seeking-of-help — which is the engraving of the seal of the original disposition: <em>Be!</em> — seeks the <em>Kāf</em> of <em>Be!</em>. The marriage of the <em>Kāf</em> and the <em>Nūn</em> is consummated in the very act. From the trouble of the rust of the witnessings, the screens of preserved-grace appear from the shoulder of the bow of omnipotence. And this raw bridegroom is bound by the rope of seeking. So that, from the rawness of gnosis, he stays a while in the stable of being, in nurture; and then, traversing the wilderness of nature without bridle, he comes into the meadow of the unseen.</p><div><hr></div><p>This unfinished one, with his head still in the noose of the trial, <em>Sirr al-Sirr</em> whispers in the ear of his head:</p><blockquote><p><em>How long will you remain at the brink of nothingness, facing pre-eternity?</em></p></blockquote><p>The light of the chain of attraction draws him up out of the duration of the duration of his being. This living one, in the labor-pains of measure, suddenly falls into the light of the very-eye of God. When he is rendered forgetful in the witnessings, <em>being</em> says to him: <em>“I am that”</em> — <em>Sirr</em>, knowing the way, gives the answer: <em>“O servant of God!”</em> Intellect, deafened, falls into amazement, saying: <em>“This is my Lord.”</em> The light of the light of the manifestation, from the unseen of the unseen, comes into the eye of this subtle thing. The collyrium of the recognition of the gnoses is drawn from the kohl-stick of the unveilings.</p><p>The subtle-thing speaks to the subtle-thing:</p><blockquote><p><em>Who are you, in the placeless, without the trace of contingents?</em></p></blockquote><p>The soul, having found the perfection of intellect, points-out from the soul-of-the-soul: <em>“He is God.”</em> Then he is illumined in the flashings of the light of pre-eternity. He seeks the Real <em>by the Real</em>, in the pre-eternity of pre-eternities and the everlastingness of everlastingnesses. When he has found what he did not know — after annihilation, he knows from himself.</p><div><hr></div><p>Generation and corruption — in the persistence of the cause of the subtle-thing, and the not-being of nothingness in pre-eternity, where <em>“God was, and there was nothing with him”</em> — flee from the unseen into the unseen, and without a tongue (for years past now, with the scissors of declaring-beyond-attribute, his tongue has been cut away) he gazes with sight into the very-eye of divinity. The shadow of the shadow of the Tuba-tree of the might of seeing veils him in the cloud of the indefinite, so that the cause-of-contingency is effaced in the cause of causes — for <em>other-than</em> is the veil of <em>other-than</em>.</p><p>The pre-eternal passing — to the pre-eternity of the lover — when contingency in contingency was made non-existent, pre-eternity speaks to pre-eternity:</p><blockquote><p><em>The Presence of duration of durations is severed; the engenderings of contingents are dissolved. O Receiver of mercy! Bring forth the children of the cradle of nothingness from the wombs of measure! That, in the open space of his abundance, the bounty of the spirits — in the place of joys, on the wing of everlastingness — may take flight.</em></p></blockquote><p>The very-eye of God, by the majesty of pre-eternity, makes its theophany in the <em>Kāf</em> of the command. The <em>Kāf</em> makes its theophany by the <em>Nūn</em>. In the dressings of the acts, the brides of the lights appear. Without nothingness, with pre-eternal knowledge, with the will of the pre-eternal, the pre-eternal speech speaks: <em>“Be! And it was.”</em></p><div><hr></div><p>The birds of the spirits, without the open-space of time and place, from the abundance of the command, found out the verification of engagement with action. From the secret of the address-to-the-soul, the very root of the soul having found the sweetness of love, they came forth from the wombs of measure such that the trace of <em>being-charactered-by-the-character-of-pre-eternity</em> had been found in them — <em>qualified by the qualities</em>. After this readiness, they said:</p><blockquote><p><em>What is contingency, in pre-eternity? And this bringing-of-the-color-of-duality into oneness without trace, what is it?</em></p></blockquote><p>The tongue of the witness-of-mercy spoke into the ear of gnosis: <em>“I have not created the jinn and mankind except that they should worship me.”</em></p><p>The pre-eternal came in entirety into the world. In the very witnessing of mercy, contingency showed itself; and in the majesty of the Self-Subsisting, the void of being was no terror. Without imagining and without modality, the depth of being made its theophany on being. The command came into the dressing of the attributes. It made the goldsmiths of the command paint upon the inscribed forms of the actions.</p><div><hr></div><p>Without time, without place, in the nothingness-within-nothingness of the effacement-into-pre-eternity — for a hundred thousand veils of the light of light is the <em>very-eye</em> — then, without the passing of time, before the coming of contingents and durations, the trace-imprint of the theophany of pre-eternity upon nothingness appeared. The flint-stones of the descriptions of majesty struck the rocks of the knowledge of will. Without the trace of alteration — by the gentleness of the gentle one of omnipotence — the subtle things of the soul were made into form by the imprint of the seal of attribute. And by the will of the contingent — without cause — joining-up, succession, generation, and alteration — an existing-being came into being.</p><p>A strange contingent it was, and a noble soul, standing-by-the-Real, gone forth from the limit of modality and conjecture. In a non-place it had not yet found a place. In the world of placelessness, it had not seen the strain of the world of nothingness. It had no dwelling in the elements; it had no witnesses in the ages.</p><div><hr></div><p>That newborn one, in the palace of oneness, was disturbed by the theophany of pre-eternity — there was no intellect that could counsel him, no knowledge that could ask his counsel. Without time, he was made into the place-of-time-being-broken; he became the lover of the keeping-company of the soul of every soul. Even in nothingness he saw himself — until they should bring out the city of the command into the world of acts, and weave the silken tents of the kingdom from the actions. The carpets of the attributes paint the very-eye of God upon the circles of the witnessings. They bring forth the plain spirits from the prison of nothingness and hold them in the cages of contingency.</p><p>Suddenly, the seed of <em>not-yet-being</em> is eaten, and the chaff falls upon the soul that has-not-yet-found a robe. The secrets of the spirits, from the cry of yearning at the door of vision, raise their cry:</p><blockquote><p><em>What wine is this without hangover, what spring without a season?</em></p></blockquote><p>The grace of pre-eternity smiles. He lifts up the contingents from the bedclothes of contingents, and from the rawness of the eternities he sets up the bride of oneness. After the autumn of nothingness, the Now-Spring of the beauty of pre-eternity shows its fair face — a Now-Spring in which you find a hundred thousand gardens of the Spring of Omnipotence, and a hundred thousand rose-beds of the majesty of oneness.</p><p>The lily of purity is companion to the jasmine of form. The hyacinth of beauty converses with the rose of majesty. The basil of the holy-attribute on the trees of the Spring of Everlastingness — the rivers of eternity, flowing in the watercourse of pre-eternity — and on those riverbanks the green-things of the attribute have grown. A north-wind of beauty has blown across the seas of perfection. The dawn has arrived in a screen-without-screen. The nightingale of the garden of pre-eternity sits on the branches of the attribute.</p><p>And the voice of the Self-Subsisting, in the song of pre-eternity, calls out:</p><blockquote><p><em>O birds of the spirits! O newcomers from the world of being-without-yet! Where is that witnessing of the very-eye? And what are you doing, grazing in the cage of contingency?</em></p></blockquote><p>From that world of <em>not-being</em> they come into <em>being</em>; until, in the wilderness of oneness, the birds of <em>“I cannot count thy praise”</em> settle. By this surge of bewilderment they took flight, and from the open space of the kingdom they entered the gardens of dominion. From the face beneath the painted veil, they fell into the very-eye of the contemplation of the seekers of pre-eternity.</p><div><hr></div><p>And in the original attribute, from the source of omnipotence, the First Intellect was sent on a mission. He flew on the wing of the light of everlastingness. He went around the garden of pre-eternity. He marked the birds of pre-eternity. This parrot, the king of gnoses, came into the banquet of the unveilings. He drove a hundred thousand beaks into the souls of the spirits. He drew out the very-secret of intimacy from the vein of the soul. Intellect made boast to the soul, and <em>Sirr</em> — <em>with</em> — <em>Sirr</em> made intimate-converse.</p><p>When they were unified, the One-Known-from-pre-eternity, in the dressing of the not-seen, said to the birds of the spirits:</p><div><hr></div><blockquote><p><em>Was it not I who brought you forth — without the shell — into gentleness?</em></p><p><em>Was it not I who, before all engendering, was your engenderer?</em></p><p><em>Was it not I who, without cause, ordered the spirits from the very First Cause of all causes?</em></p><p><em>Was it not I who marked the targets of the soul with the arrow of the attribute?</em></p><p><em>Was it not I who, without estrangement in oneness, by myself for myself, was the seeker of you?</em></p><p><em>Was it not I who am the Self-Subsisting of pre-eternity, and the Bringer-Forth of unity?</em></p><p><em>Was it not I who am the soul of every soul?</em></p><p><em>Was it not I who am the strength of every strength?</em></p><p><em>Was it not I who am the majesty in beauty?</em></p><p><em>Pre-eternal, everlasting, the eternity-without-end, the eternity-without-beginning.</em></p><p><em>I am the one whom I know.</em></p><p><em>I make myself known by myself.</em></p><p><em>I am the very root of your faith.</em></p><p><em>The beginning of beginnings — I.</em></p><p><em>The end of ends — I.</em></p><p><em>The one-who-engendered the soul of you, O you-without-you —</em></p><h3><em>Am I not your Lord?</em></h3></blockquote><div><hr></div><h3>End of Part 3</h3><p>The chapter is broken here. The spirits will answer.</p><p>What follows in Part 4 is the answer they gave, what came of it, and the three birds the spirits became. The chapter closes on three lines that the entire Sufi tradition will reference, repeat, and defend for the next thousand years.</p><p>Until then, sit with the question.</p><div><hr></div><p><em>Translated from the Persian by James King for SpiritualRelief, working from Henri Corbin’s critical edition (Bibliothèque Iranienne, Tehran 1981).</em></p><div><div><div><p>Spiritualrelief's Substack is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.</p></div><div><div></div><div></div></div></div></div>
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