From tariqas-digest-approval@europe.std.com Fri Aug 9 06:22:04 1996 Date: Sun, 4 Aug 1996 08:25:32 -0400 (EDT) From: tariqas-digest-approval@europe.std.com Reply-To: tariqas-digest@world.std.com To: tariqas-digest@world.std.com Subject: tariqas-digest V1 #92 tariqas-digest Sunday, 4 August 1996 Volume 01 : Number 092 ---------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Well333@turbonet.com (Jacquie Weller) Date: Fri, 2 Aug 1996 17:12:03 +0100 Subject: Re: Women Men have 99 nafs and women one enought (enuf)! Lord have mercy on us all. Kaffea Laffa ------------------------------ From: Salikun@vnet.net Date: Fri, 2 Aug 1996 21:33:56 -0400 (EDT) Subject: The Ascent St John of the Cross (1542-91): "The Ascent of Mt Carmel" In a dark night, My longing heart, aglow with love, - -Oh, blessed lot!- I went forth unseen >From my house that was at last in deepest rest. Secure and protected by darkness. I climbed the secret ladder, in disguise, - -Oh, blessed lot!- In darkness, veiled and concealed I went Leaving behind my house in deepest rest. Oh, blissful night! Oh, secret night, when I remained unseeing and unseen, When the flame burning in my heart Was my only light and guide. This inward light, A safer guide than noonday's brightness, Showed me the place where He awaited me - -My soul's Beloved- A place of solitude. Oh, night that guided me! Oh, night more lovely than the rosy dawn! Oh, night whose darkness guided me To that sweet union, In which the lover and Beloved are made one. Upon the flower of my breast, Kept undefiled for Him alone, He fell asleep, While I was waking Caressing Him with gentle cedars' breeze. And when Aurora's breath Began to spread His curled hair, His gentle hand He placed upon my neck. And all my senses were in bliss suspended. Forgetful of myself, My head relined on my Beloved, The world was gone And all my cares at rest, Forgotten all my grief among the lilies. ------------------------------ From: Salikun@vnet.net Date: Fri, 2 Aug 1996 21:51:25 -0400 (EDT) Subject: Orange Buddha Assalaamu alaikum Tariqas: I was hoping some color-sensitive self out there in e-land could help us, A student of mine e-mailed me today asking, Why do Buddhist Monks, often wear Orange? If indeed there is truth to the tradition, Why did Buddha wear Orange? What is the meaning of Orange? Thru my experience with sufism, I have learned to appreciate the color choices of the various tariqas. For example: Red - Fire, Love, Burning White - Purity, Nothingness, Cleanliness Green - Green! Are there any tariqas which frequently choose Orange? What do you think? Thanks for brightening, or at least coloring, our day, Muhsin ------------------------------ From: AbilKhayr@taconic.net Date: Fri, 2 Aug 96 21:52:33 Subject: Murat Yagan For anyone in the vicinity of New Lebanon, NY (on the Massachusetts line east of Albany), next Friday evening (August 9th), Murat Yagan will be giving an evening talk at the Abode of the Message (7:30 pm). Murat is the author of Teachings of Kebzeh, and I Come From Behind Kaf Mountain, and the translator of Gaibi: The Gathering. He has rarely made any appearances on the east coast and this will be an opportunity not to be passed up lightly! For directions, etc, call 518-794-8095. - ------------------------------------- Blessings, AbilKhayr AbilKhayr@taconic.net 8/2/96 9:52:33 PM - ------------------------------------- ------------------------------ From: maarof@pc.jaring.my Date: Sat, 3 Aug 1996 10:48:00 +0800 Subject: Re: Orange Buddha >Why do Buddhist Monks, often wear Orange? >If indeed there is truth to the tradition, Why did Buddha wear Orange? >What is the meaning of Orange? > >Thru my experience with sufism, I have learned to appreciate the color >choices of the various tariqas. For example: > Red - Fire, Love, Burning > White - Purity, Nothingness, Cleanliness > Green - Green! > >Are there any tariqas which frequently choose Orange? > >What do you think? > >Thanks for brightening, or at least coloring, our day, > >Muhsin > Walaikumsalam Muhsin My main source about Buddhism is from the movie "Little Buddha" (starring Keanu Reeve) so I don't know much. A few days ago, I happened to walk in front a Hindu temple and the most striking was the orange flame of fire in front of the altar. So when you wrote about the "orange monks", it gives the impression of "people dressed in flame/suffering". There's another color that you forgot to mention -- ash grey. This is the color of robes of Taoist monks. In Malaysia, the Taoists like to build their temple/garden complex on hill tops. I have visited a Taoist cave/temple/garden complex, consisted of labrynx of passages inside a limestone hill. A very good place for meditation! salam maarof ------------------------------ From: Hudoyo Hupudio Date: Sat, 3 Aug 1996 17:02:13 +0700 Subject: Re: Orange Buddha Dear Muhsin, Assalamu'alaikum. You wrote: >I was hoping some color-sensitive self out there in e-land could help us, > >Why do Buddhist Monks, often wear Orange? >If indeed there is truth to the tradition, Why did Buddha wear Orange? >What is the meaning of Orange? > The color orange, saffron or brown of the monks' robe of the Theravada (Southern) Buddhist tradition has no particular 'spiritual' meaning. Instead, it is a 2,5 millenia old tradition which came from practical considerations. Originally the disciples of the Buddhas were encouraged to wear robes made from left over clothings. Some even insisted to make their robes from left over wrappings of corpses. Once a year, at the end of the 3-month rains retreat around October/November (depending on the time of the full moon), there is a robe-making ceremony (Kathina), where the monks sow their robes and dye it with some kind of coloring made from the bark of some trees. Hence the particular color. Hope this could satisfy your inquiry. Wassalam, Hudoyo Hupudio, Indonesia ------------------------------ From: an525@lafn.org (Ivan Ickovits) Date: Sat, 3 Aug 1996 06:17:19 -0700 Subject: A good cookie is hard to find? Dear Ones: What an incredible and edible world we are priveleged to experience. An economists revenge and the wonderful way God provides us all a good cookie even when we don't think we deserve it -- both are intrinsically wrapped together in this story. Raqib in Santa Monica ------------- Originally written and sent by Alan Fox, Dept of Economics, Univ. of Michigan internet: alanfox@umich.edu phone:313-764-0454 fax:313-763-9181 This message is sent to you with the hope you will forward it to EVERYONE you have ever even seen the e-mail address of. In the spirit of the originator, please feel free to post it anywhere and everywhere. Okay, everyone. . . . a true story of justice in the good old U.S. of A. Thought y'all might enjoy this; if nothing else, it shows internet justice, if it can be called that. My daughter and I had just finished a salad at Neiman-Marcus Cafe in Dallas & decided to have a small dessert. Because our family are such cookie lovers, we decided to try the "Neiman-Marcus Cookie." It was so excellent that I asked if they would give me the recipe and they said with a small frown, "I'm afraid not." Well, I said, would you let me buy the recipe? With a cute smile, she said, "Yes." I asked how much, and she responded, "Two-fifty." I said with approval, just add it to my tab. Thirty days later, I received my VISA statement from Neiman-Marcus and it was $285.00. I looked again and I remembered I had only spent $9.95 for two salads and about $20.00 for a scarf. As I glanced at the bottom of the statement, it said, "Cookie Recipe - $250.00." Boy, was I upset!! I called Neiman's Accounting Dept. and told them the waitress said it was "two-fifty," and I did not realize she meant $250.00 for a cookie recipe. I asked them to take back the recipe and reduce my bill and they said they weresorry, but because all the recipes were this expensive so not just everyone could duplicate any of our bakery recipes . . . the bill would stand. I waited, thinking of how I could get even or even try and get any of my money back. I just said, "Okay, you folks got my $250.00 and now I'm going to have $250.00 worth of fun." I told her that I was going to see to it that every cookie lover will have a $250.00 cookie recipe from Neiman-Marcus for nothing. She replied, "I wish you wouldn't do this." I said, "I'm sorry but this is the only way I feel I could get even," and I will. So, here it is, and please pass it to someone else or run a few copies . . I paid for it; now you can have it for free. (Recipe may be halved.): 2 cups butter 4 cups flour 2 tsp. soda 2 cups sugar 5 cups oatmeal (blended) 24 oz. chocolate chips 2 cups brown sugar 1 tsp. salt 1 8 oz. Hershey bar (grated) 4 eggs 2 tsp baking powder 3 cups chopped nuts (your choice) 2 tsp. vanilla Measure oatmeal and blend in a blender to a fine powder. Cream the butter and both sugars. Add eggs and vanilla; mix together with flour, oatmeal, salt, baking powder, and soda. Add chocolate chips, Hershey bar and nuts. Roll into balls and place two inches apart on a cookie sheet. Bake for 10 minutes at 375 degrees. Makes 112 cookies. Have fun!! This is not a joke --- this is a true story. That's it. Please, pass it along to everyone you know, single people, mailing lists, etc . . . - -- <<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>> ------------------------------ From: arsalaan fay Date: Sat, 3 Aug 1996 10:54:22 -0400 (EDT) Subject: Re: A good cookie is hard to find? Friend I respectfully request keeping Tariqas posting to Sufi practice, history, philosophy, religion, and other spiritual subjects. Thank You A. Fay ------------------------------ From: ASHA101@aol.com Date: Sat, 3 Aug 1996 13:35:12 -0400 Subject: Re: A good cookie is hard to find? In a way, this is a simple example of the question of bringing the ideal into everyday life. There is a nice book going around recently called Re-enchantment of Everyday Life. From the cookie example we see that at least the persons at the Neiman Marcus store haven't a very enchanted view of life. If someone asked such in my little enchanted home town, i can't think but that the person would just share the recipe, or say it is a secret with a smile and wink. The people here (i would hope) have a sense of the ideal that imbues meaningfulness in life. Even ordinary businesses have it. The hardware store couple love serving the towns people. Sometimes as a cure for the blues i might just go to their store to be healed, they run their store for love. So does the owner of the bakery, and even the grocery store is filled with people who love food and good conversation at the check out counter. What do the people at N. M. love? And so we rebel. I suppose that the man could have returned the recipe or could have gone to court to get his money back. But he really wanted to get even rather than just be 'right' and we relish his joy. It is us, going right into the darkness of the situation with glee. Like the hippies in the 1960's who put money in parking meters so that they could lay down and take a nap. We all get it! they are saying that just being right and making money isn't enough but that there ought to be a beautiful world full of beautiful people! but if we just go out to create such a world out of our own limited minds, then what will we create? Pir Vilayat suggests that a desire can be raised to the level of love (or in some instances we might call it a value or an ideal) through our work on the celestial level, (the level where the divine perspective is more present than the perspective of the personal ego) and further Ibn Arabi shows that it is through this work that real concrete form is called into existence. .... "As you evolve the divine inheritance emerges out of the features of your personality and this is the birth of God, according to Pir-O-Murshid, the awakening of God in you....( Pir Vilayat Inayat Khan)" but first, curiously we may be aroused by our rebellious passions which we enter into with glee. These rebellious passions are crimes against the status quo. They dash our fears into shards of a broken mirror. It is an awakening to feel such freedom delimited. A woman is standing with a lamp at the mouth of a cave, inviting us inward. That is what the story of the cookie reminds me about. Maybe I will post it on the community bulletin board at our grocery store, in frail memory of Martin Luther posting his rebellion on the door of a church. - A ------------------------------ From: woodsong@juno.com (Carol Woodsong) Date: Sat, 3 Aug 1996 13:54:44 PST Subject: Return of the Bird Tribes Excerpt from /Return of the Bird Tribes/, by Ken Carey Behind the subtle breezes that whisper through the treetops, fine and delicate energies pulse into your world from the spirit world, from an energy level not visible to your senses but as tangible as all you touch and hear. You detect these energies, taste them, feel them. They come pulsing out of the early morning air above the trees, gliding swiftly past you, lifting tiny hairs on the surface of your skin. Out into the meadow and beyond they flow. You cannot see them, but you sense them and know they are there. Watching these subtle whispers behind the wind, you notice that the birds are watching them too, playing with them, learning from them the news, gathering a picture of what the day has in store. You become aware of little messages going back and forth throughout the forest. Every tree, every fern, every moss covered stone is aware, sensitive, listening. The natural world is attuned to a multi-dimensional communication that is always happening -- flowing back and forth. As you listen to it, the wind tells you things. You allow its currents to gently move your thoughts as the eagle flying low over the treetops lets them move his wings. You sense how the eagle waited in the tallest tree on the ridge to catch a certain expected current, riding it when it came, gliding as before it as it broke. Like a wave, releasing warm air across the valley. If there were words put to these subtle conversations of nature, what message would they convey, these designs and patterns, sliding quietly into your world from a realm beyond? You watch and listen, blending what comes your way. Somewhere in these currents, there is meaning for you. You notice that these energies, more subtle than the breezes, are in fact the reason why the winds circle as they do. The currents of moving air respond to these subtler energies and express a portion of their information flow. You begin to see in a new way: the forest, a system of living information flowing back and forth along an invisible, but to you, an increasingly perceptible network of energy. You feel it, picture it, with something deeper and more clear-sighted than the physical eye: little webs of pulsing current, crisscrossing among the trees, networking, joining, slowly circling in the swirling presence of a vast and eternal being. And along these webs comes information. Sailing. >From one world to another. As you relax, you blend into this pulsing network. You no longer feel separate from the grid of its swirling creative energy. You feel it within you, around you. Merging back into the ground of being, little voices behind the wind lead you into an awareness of the /intention/ that is calling out the life of this earth. You release all tension that would hold and define that great love. You relax your self images, your ideas, your beliefs. You let go of your concepts about being human. As your cultural definitions fall away, you experience a natural expansion of awareness. You know yourself as a part of the world around you. It is a physical as well as a spiritual experience. You no longer force the creative energy of life into arbitrary structures of interpretation. You let the energy flow as it will. You become aware of the living presence of God. ------------------------------ From: Lilyan Kay Date: Sat, 3 Aug 1996 13:20:47 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: A good cookie is hard to find? asalaam-u-aleikum Actually my mother tells me that the Neiman Marcus cookie story is only an urban legend, and that the recipe isn't very good. I intend to try it however and will let you know. Lily ------------------------------ From: Well333@turbonet.com (Jacquie Weller) Date: Sat, 3 Aug 1996 13:42:04 +0100 Subject: Re: return of the bird tribes Wow let it flow, the whispers of energy...flowing love. Thankyou woodsong for this message so real. Kaffea Lalla ------------------------------ From: Well333@turbonet.com (Jacquie Weller) Date: Sat, 3 Aug 1996 13:50:52 +0100 Subject: Freedom from definition All that I identified as you and me were not so All of that was only a form, a thing of judgement Love is free of duality And speaks what cannot be spoken In some language. Kaffea Lalla ------------------------------ From: Well333@turbonet.com (Jacquie Weller) Date: Sat, 3 Aug 1996 13:57:52 +0100 Subject: test Is my mail getting out to tariqas today? Kaffea Lalla. ------------------------------ From: Well333@turbonet.com (Jacquie Weller) Date: Sat, 3 Aug 1996 16:54:11 +0100 Subject: Re: Cookie I think God outdid everything when he invented the peanut butter cookie with a tall glass of milk. Ummm good. Kaffea Lalla ------------------------------ From: Michael Moore Date: Sat, 03 Aug 1996 17:29:13 -0700 Subject: Re: A good cookie is hard to find? Ivan Ickovits wrote: > > Dear Ones: > > What an incredible and edible world we are priveleged to experience. An > economists revenge and the wonderful way God provides us all a good > cookie even when we don't think we deserve it -- both are intrinsically > wrapped together in this story. > > Raqib in Santa Monica > ------------- - -- story snipped -- I am not sure what you hope to accomplish by making us a party to revenge. Even if the cookies were the best, how could I enjoy them? - -Michael- ------------------------------ From: Steve H Rose Date: Sat, 3 Aug 1996 23:40:43 -0400 (EDT) Subject: TEST for seekers (fwd) From: aorsellidickson@stingray.ac.cowan.edu.au To: tariqas%world.std.com@stingray.ac.cowan.edu.au Subject: TEST for seekers Date: 01 Aug 96 18:51:43 GMT X-Nvlipm-Non-Standard: SMF = 000X-NetWare-UIC: AORSELLIDICKSON SEEKERS TEST n.1 Please identify the speaker for each of the following utterances: Heaven and hell are for the ignorant, not for those who know God. The fearful thing that everyone fears, I don't fear. I'm not confused about sin and purity, heaven and hell. (...)[The author' name] says, seekers, listen: Wherever you are is the entry point. - ------------------------------------------- How shall the drowning wretch discover a way of safety, when the torrent of love hath surrounded him before and behind? - ------------------- once i grow wings in place of my slow feet all obstacles will vanish and i really can fly in time and space again - ------------------------ Dance done without feet, tune played without hands, praises sung without tongue, singer without shape or form- the true teacher reveals. - ---------------------------- Saints, I have seen it both ways. Hindus and Muslims don't want discipline, they want tasty food - ------------ Intrellectuals are running away afraid of drowning: the whole business and trade of love is drowing in the sea. ------------------------------ From: Steve H Rose Date: Sun, 4 Aug 1996 00:07:41 -0400 (EDT) Subject: Re: Book search (fwd) Date: Fri, 2 Aug 1996 10:15:19 -0400 Message-Id: <199608021415.KAA26624@io.org> X-Sender: mgang@io.org X-Mailer: Windows Eudora Version 2.1.1 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" To: shuja@biruni.erum.com.pk, celestine-l@newciv.org, progressive@nelofer.erum.com.pk, tariqas@europe.std.com, silva@nelofer.erum.com.pk From: Marilyn Gang Subject: Re: Book Search At 01:28 PM 6/20/96 PDT, shuja@biruni.erum.com.pk wrote: >I have been looking for the following books for sometime without luck, perhaps >one of you can help me. > >1. "The Physics of Immortality" by Frank J. Tipler > >2. "The Earth Chronicles" by Zakaria Sitchen > >Would appreciate some direction... > >Shuja Shuja - I am trying to read all the old mail from my list. Boy is it slow! These 2 books are availalble in the Toronto Public Library. In fact, I've taken both of them out in the last 6 months. They are also available in stores. Zecharia Sitchin has a series of 5 books in the Earth Chronicles: The 12th Planet The Stairway to Heaven The Wars of Gods and Men The Lost Realms Genesis Revisited. I have here The Wars of Gods and Men, ISBN 0-380-89585-4, published by Avon Books, US $5.99 Interesting that you have asked about these 2. It's not too common, I think that someone else (ie, besides me) would be interested in both of these at the same time. I got interested in Tipler's and Sitchin's works myself this year and am finding more support for Sitchin's work. I'm trying to integrate physics and spirituality, even though I have no scientific background whatsoever. Things are coming out. Slow, but sure. Marilyn M*A*R*I*L*Y*N Marilyn Gang --- mgang@io.org --- Health Warrior Extraordinaire ------------------------------ From: Well333@turbonet.com (Jacquie Weller) Date: Sun, 4 Aug 1996 01:20:11 +0100 Subject: One by One They Came, Poem One by one they came and went, the messengers of God Some had died, and some had moved, and others I never met; Except on yellow pages of old and crusty books. The Sacred pilgrims had followed the sound of the One inside-- The sound of a soul-river moving and surging--- Like arteries full of blood; alive in the silence this comes The emptness and the pause is filled with the Beloved's Love. And these words inscribed in the spirit; are forever To be known. Kaffea Lalla ------------------------------ From: frank gaude Date: Sun, 04 Aug 1996 05:21:31 -0700 Subject: RUMI 1991 RUMI, "Fountain of Fire: A Celebration of Life and Love", translated from the original Persian by architect, artist and teacher, Nader Khalili: "one by one our friends filled with joy and quest begin to arrive "one by one our friends the worshipers of ecstacy begin to arrive "earth, air, fire, and water are obedient creatures; they are dead to you and me, but alive at God's presence." HOW VERY CLOSE is your soul with mine i know for sure everything you think goes through my mind i am with you now and doomsday not like a host caring for you at a feast alone with you i am happy all the times the time i offer my life or the time you gift me your love offering my life is a profitable venture each life i give you pay in turn a hundred lives again in this house there are a thousand dead and still souls making you stay as this will be yours a handful of earth cries aloud i used to be hair or i used to be bones and just the moment when you are all confused leaps forth a voice hold me close i'm love and i'm always yours ghazal number 1515, translated March, 1991, by Nader Khalili tanzen ------------------------------ End of tariqas-digest V1 #92 ****************************