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SufiNews from EuropeWhat if?Pir Vilayat Khan -19.06.1916 – 17.06.2016
Dear sufi friends!This 10th edition of SufiNews from Europe is a celebration of the 100th anniversary of a Sufi Master, whohas inspired thousands of people throughout the world and who continues to be an inspiration to wisdomseekers and transmitters today. We thank all the contributors who have remembered and shared memoriesand inspirations from the friend Pir Vilayat Inayat Khan.In gratitude and service, Maia and Alia“I feel that we’ve been sharing something very beautiful together and that will always remain,even if I don’t see you again or you don’t see me. I hope that we’ll always be in touch on a deeper plane.We shall carry each other in our hearts.”Pir VilayatCONTENTS:BiographyPir Zia . p.4MemoriesZamir Roehrs. p.8MemoriesAnnie Lacuisse-Chabot. p.10“The light of truth”A play by Vilayat . p.14Doorkeeper of my heartSaki Lee. p.18Short stories/memoriesAmir, Sarida, Armaiti, Noor un Nisa,Nini Fattah, Saroj, Anne, Zamyat, Akbar . p.20The alchemical retreatAziza Scott/RTG manual.p.24HealingSarida Brown. p.30Zira’atPir Vilayat from German Zira’at paper. p.36The Hope projectHeiko Schrader . p.40How do we express themessage in our timeA report by Shakira Hannah . p.44Events and links. p.46Name change. p.47Sufinews from Europe may be downloaded at www.sufi.noEditor: Alia Arnesen (ki.a@online.no)Layout: Marit Lundby (marit.lundby@gmail.com)23
The Old Manof the Mountainbiography of Pirzade Vilayat Inayat KhanPIRZADE VILAYAT INAYATKHAN was born in London toPirani Ameena Begum and HazratInayat Khan on June 19th, 1916.From the age of six he was raisedat Fazal Manzil in Suresnes,together with his elder sisterPirzadi Noor-un-nisa and youngersiblings Murshidzade Hidayat andMurshidzadi Khair-un-nisa.Life in Suresnes revolved aroundthe riveting figure of Hazrat InayatKhan. But in 1926, Murshidgrew abstracted, and the familywas seized with foreboding. Onone occasion, Murshid gesturedtoward his shoes, telling his son,“You must follow in my footsteps.”Murshid left in September of thatyear. When the news came fromIndia that Murshid had died,Ameena Begum was devastated,and never fully recovered.Following their mother’s advice,Noor, Vilayat, Hidayat, andKhair-un-nisa (now known asClaire) studied music at theÉcole Normale de Musique inParis. Vilayat studied the cellowith Maurice Eisenberg. In thesummer lessons were held in SanVicente, Spain, where Vilayat hadthe privilege of listening to PabloCasals practice at his seaside villa.At the age of eighteen,reminded by Murshida FazalMai of his mandate from hisfather, Vilayat resolved to studyphilosophy. Commuting betweenParis and Oxford, he studiedSufism with Louis Massignon andattended H. H. Price’s lectures onpsychology.In 1940 Europe was again at war.Ameena Begum, Noor, Vilayat,and Claire removed themselvesto England. Ameena Begum4and Claire served as nurses.Noor joined the WAAF and wasrecruited to the SOE, with heroicand tragic consequences. Vilayatjoined the Royal Air Force andthen the Royal Navy. As a minesweeping officer, Vilayat (thenknown as Victor) served on aflotilla of motor launches thatswept channels for landings onthe coasts of France, Belgium,Holland, and Norway. Theseoperations took place under heavyfire. Once Vilayat’s boat wascapsized, and he only narrowlysurvived.Vilayat washeartbroken to discoverthe fate of his sister Noor, who washis dearest friend. In preparationfor his future mission, Shaikh alMashaik Maheboob Khan wishedto involve him in the work of the5
“It was Pir Vilayat’s contention that meditation was aSufi Movement, but his grief madehim demure. He found solace inlistening, every evening, to thewhole of the B-Minor Mass ofBach on 78 rpm records.Though desirous to resume hisacademic studies, as his motherwas unwell and money was inshort supply, he took employmentat the India High Commissioner’soffice in London, and later atthe Pakistani Embassy, wherehe served for a time as PrivateSecretary to Ghulam Mohammed,the Finance Minister of Pakistan.In 1949 Ameena Begum died,plunging Vilayat again intosadness. Meanwhile, his careerwas taking a new turn. He becamea reporter for the Karachi-basednewspaper Dawn, and wasassigned to report on the Algerianindependence movement. Hisarticles exposing atrocities by thecolonial regime drew the ire ofthe French government and madehim, for a time, persona non gratain France.Vilayat at last felt thatthe time had come to dedicatehimself to his father’s legacy.He undertook contemplativeretreats in such varied places asMontserrat, Mt. Athos, Jerusalem,Shiraz, Ajmer, and Gangotri. InHyderabad, Sayyid FakhruddinJili-Kalimi guided him in themethods of the Chishti-NizamiKalimi lineage. On his emergence6from a forty-day retreat, PirFakhruddin ordained him Pir, anappointment that was afterwardconfirmed in Ajmer by DiwanSaulat Husayn Chishti.As the Sufi Movement hadmeanwhile taken its course withouthim, Pir Vilayat perceived theuntimeliness of asserting hisclaim to succeed his father, andcommenced his own organization,built on the foundation ofMurshid’s original Londonconstitution.In the succeedingyears Pir Vilayat traveled andlectured extensively, expandingthe Order and establishing Suficenters in several countries. Inscience, and as such, it must continually advance.”1969 he met Murshid SamuelLewis, who affiliated his circle withPir Vilayat’s organization. Theseventies were a time of spiritualand social experimentation, andthe Sufi Order drew many youngpeople from the counterculture. PirVilayat appreciated the idealismof the age, but was wary of itsunbalanced excesses.In 1975 the Order bought acomplex of buildings in NewLebanon, New York, built in theeighteenth century by the ShakerSociety. On this site the Abode ofthe Message was established. PirVilayat took up part-time residencethere, along with some seventy-fiveSufi initiates and their children.In addition to Sufi activities, theAbode hosted a farm, a bakery,and a school.Pir Vilayat led a lifeof constant travel, punctuatedby solitary and group retreats.He kept a cave in the Alps ofChamonix, where the local peopleknew him as Le Vieux de laMontagne (“the Old Man of theMountain”). Once during a retreathis cave was buried in snow, andangels visited him.It was Pir Vilayat’s contention thatmeditation was a science, and assuch, it must continually advance.His own methodology, whilegrounded in the Sufi traditionof his father, was informed byBuddhism, yoga, and alchemy,7and reinforced with insights fromphysics and biology.In the course of his long life, PirVilayat initiated thousands ofmureeds and spread his father’sSufi Message far and wide. Despitemany hardships, he radiated joy tothe last. On June 17, 2004, he diedin the Oriental Room of FazalManzil.On hearing of Pir Vilayat’spassing, His Holiness the DalaiLama wrote, “I have muchadmiration for him. His passingis a great loss, especially for thosewho not only follow the spiritualpath, but also believe in tolerancefor other religious traditions.”Excerpted from Caravan of Souls by Pir Zia Inayat-Khan.
PirVilayat 100 years!The following text is not so much about PirVilayat, but it is about relationship, about thebond formed between him and some of us. A bond that didn’t break up on the day of his passing,but is still there and growing.My dreams of you, my exchangeswith you,have changedover time, at first you were still a person,and then it became much less personal, much clearer,freer, wider.Dear friend,I am 63 now and that makes it exactly 2/3 of mylife that I have spun in your orbit, sometimes in awe,sometimes blissfully and ecstatic, sometimes screamingand kicking. There are so many stories to be told, andso little of it can be expressed in words.Of these 43 years the last 12 have been different, havebeen transformed from the relationship with a person,into a relationship with a vast being, soaring like aneagle in the galaxies.Remember when we went to the Imax theatre, andinstead of the astronauts in space, it was Mick Jaggerin our face and ears. The resulting discussion on theneed to sometimes be wild and how we couldn’t agree.You adored self-control, but you were pretty wild inyour own way, I think that is what attracted many.I covered lots of ground with you, in many differentroles:The curious seeker scrambling up the mountain.The disappointed seeker trying to get away.The Mureed, who never really had time to just be aMureed; because you wanted/needed me in otherroles, as Representative, as Cherag, as Teacher.The organizer, the Zahir, who you liked,also becausehe could say NO, which you had difficulty in doing andhe could even say NO to you.The protector who fought for space for you.The companion on many adventures.The friend as you called me towards the end.The friend who took you back to India.Please tell me:Where are you now?Is it cold in the galaxies?Do you miss the warmth of your loved ones?Do you miss your friends, the ones you had and theones you didn’t have?Is there total freedom, what does it feel like?Is it cold and lonely?Is it abstract?Where are feelings? Are there any? Emotions?And music, the music of the spheres, can you hear it?Can you see beyond your galaxy?We add to the thinking and the programming of the8Can we hear your laughter all the way from thegalaxies?universe.One of your favorite declarations; so what are youadding; what am I adding to the totality? Thisexpression is really what all your teaching centeredaround, it means creativity. That is what you taught us,be creative, what if ?In my heart I keep the picture of you, sitting in youroffice, with a big smile, totally content, ready forwhatever. The peace that came with this made it allworth it.Discover your own potentiality,another quote that inspires me. Is there a limit to ourpotential, endless movement?And one last memory, when you asked me to pressCrtl Alt Del, to reset your computer, your innercomputer, is that what we do in the end, reset?If ?If the switch is flipped, anything left?If the I disappears, what about you?If the I vanishes, what about the Universe?If the I doesn’t exist, what is out there, if anything?We discussed that one many times, so did you find theanswer?But tell me please:All the battlesYou foughtI fought for youWe fought togetherWere they worth it?Worth it, in which sense?How important do they look now, from a distance?Are they now just storms in a tea cups?Thank you for helping me to unfold, thank you forenriching my life, thank you for entering my life, thankyou for not pretending to know it all.Happy Birthday, wherever you are, whatever you arenow.ZamirYou saidTo be free means to not take oneself too seriously.It is good if one can laugh about oneselfThe art of living is humour.9
Memories ofPir VilayatJuly 1973. I had just turned 20and had completed my third year ofmedical studies. At the «Camp desaigles» in Chamonix, I had my firstencounter with Pir Vilayat, first as ifwith a stranger, then as a king on themeditation seat, facing the «Mer deglace», his head in the heavens; thenext day, leaping onto a hastily-builtplatform to lead the choir in a sacredchant. At the end of several initiatorydays, these words came suddenly tome: «If to be a man is to be that man,then I am willing to be a man».1977: First Universal Worship as asherag in the crypt at Suresnes in thepresence of Pir: he initiates me toadoration.1982: The « Interfaith Assas meeting», under the direction of Pir Vilayatand Chantal Vogèle (Théoklea). TheDalai Lama comes to France for thevery first time (also his first visit toEurope): a dozen representatives ofvarious religious traditions are seatedon the stage. Pir Vilayat sits like abeing of light in the middle, with hislarge white cape. Together as one, allthe representatives light a big candle.That same year atSuresnes: the glance beyond timebetween the father and his ten year oldson, Pir Zia, and the response almostlike a cry to the question: « Will youserve » « I will!»1984: I receive a darshan from PirVilayat. I feel slightly scared. He iswaiting for me in the Oriental room,behind the door. One after the other, Isee, transpiring through him an eagle,an elephant, a lion. I depart fromoriental room with a feeling of powerand insight. ›1011
«One day, I want to be able to receive suffering while smiling.»1990: Consecration of TheUniversel: Pir Vilayat holds thebread in his hands during themass. Humanity and nobilityradiate from him. After numerousstruggles, he has fulfilled thedearest wish of his father. TheUniversel has become manifest.1996: Bach’s Mass in B minoris performed in Dachau. Aninexpressible moment of initiation:« Only the breath of the Spirit cancure a wound such as this. »My week at the Meditation campevery summer during all theseyears: it is for me a life-givingspring. Pir Vilayat, sitting on themeditation seat, under the big tent,the sky and the mountains behindhim; head turned upwards in hischaracteristic noble fashion, hisarms gathered around his knees.He is in a state of ecstasy andbeckons us towards eternity.One day in The Universel, alarge gathering: there are eightyof us feeling every corner of thesanctuary. Pir Vilayat’s guest isan eminent Jewish man. Thislittle gentleman tells us how heescaped from Dachau, carried onthe shoulders of a Muslim. Theyboth survived. Tears flow from myeyes. Pir Vilayat stands oppositethis man. He smiles at him with asmile full of love; I know that in hisheart, he embraces fully the man’ssuffering. On that day, these wordscome to me: « One day, I want tobe able to receive suffering whilesmiling »2000: I become the Secretary ofThe Universel. The Universel; theservice that Pir Vilayat has workedso hard for, through which heseeks to transmit his vision of thefuture universelle. He introducesthe name Sanctuary to describeThe Universel - in reference to thebeloved Noor.2001: The transmission fromPir Vilayat to Pir Zia in Dehli:their united Dervishes’ powerallied with that of Murshidtriggered a storm in the idle ofa clear sky. As the torrential rainbecomes fine droplets, I sense thefeminine presence of Noor, thedelicate power of gentleness andcompassion.2003: Pir has just completed hisbook: “In search of the hiddentreasure”. It happens that atthe same time I have been thecoordinator of the book « Ledialogue interreligieux ». In theOriental room, in a ceremoniousmanner, Pir hold out to me a copyof his book (at the same time, Ihanded him the Dialogue). He sent12me to the opposite room so that Icould look at his book. I openedit and tears fell from my eyes. IbnArabi, who lived around 1200,is of fundamental importanceto me. I imagine that in four orfive centuries, upon reading PirVilayat’s “Hidden Treasure”,people will say: « I would so dearlywish to have known this master! »I have had the inestimable goodfortune of approaching him.June 2003: We are sitting in thewaiting room at the hospital. Piris telling me that last night, anangel appeared to him; an angelof immense proportion, his entirebeing glittering; an angel ofmeaningfulness. Pir, as he speaks,is transfigured.June 17th 2004: The Thursdaymeditation begins at eight o clock.I arrived a bit early with my friendZamiat. Zahir – Zamir calls out tome through the top of the stairs:“Pir Vilayat passed away just a fewinstants earlier”.Thursday evening. eachThursday evening in Suresnes.Pir is here.We are journeying amidst thegiant expanse of his teaching. Iam shattered by the power of histhinking, of his vision. He is here,sitting on the great meditation seatof the big tent, in a state of totalsovereignty. On occasions, his gazelays itself down upon one of us.And he smiles. he even laughs!13
“THE LIGHT OF TRUTH”“The Light of Truth” is a play in 9 actswritten by Pir Vilayat, aged 15 years.What follows are some short excerpts togive you a taste. If you wish to have acopy of the complete play please email usat ki.a@online.noComments from editor:The light of truth is a story about aprince who is born to be a great spiritualmaster and about the challenges he hasto go through to be one. In the first actwe get to know his parents in their royalpalace, longing for a heir. The second actpresents his birth and the foretellings ofthe astrologer and the Fakir :Astrologer (looking surprised). He was born just atthe moment when the sun had reached the centre of thesky, which means exactly between sunrise and sunset.Fakir. Power of thought is wonderful; ma teriallanguage is not the only one; speaking through the mindis more powerful; and still more wonderful it is, that yourson is prophesied by so many incidents.Astrologer (after having looked again at hischarts). He will be a great conqueror and will enlarge hiskingdom; he will be venerated by all; even kings shall fearhim.Fakir (rising with the stick in his hand and looking atthe face of the baby Prince). His Kingdom will not be thisearthly kingdom; it will be a much greater kingdom ; aninfinite, eternal and everlasting Kingdom. He will spreadthe doctrine of Truth; he will be the first to speak of theCreator; his Kingdom will be endless and will prospermore and more; he will conquer man by his thought,speech and action; he will be wor shiped by kings andadored by each and every one; he will be the King ofkings and will attain Perfection; he will be the “Light ofTruth".The King is told that if the boy is shown the sufferings ofthe world, he will forever leave the palace to serve humanity.The foretellings make him angry and distrssed, because he hasexpected a heir to his kingdom.In the following acts we follow the young prince as he growsup in “a golden cage” surrounded by beauty and pleasures,but is never allowed to go outside the palace gates. More andmore he preferes to withdraw into solitude and contemplation.He is married to a beautiful princess and at the time they aregiven a son, he manages to escape from the palace, and goesinto the town with his charotieer. When he returns, he takes hisleave with the princess and the palace:Princess. O beloved, be happy, life is a beautiful14dream; our son is born and with him our happiness momentary pleasure but not real happiness. O prisonof luxury, thy prisoner is fleeing from thee. (He lookstoward the other end of the room at the windowsaying :) Ah ! to be alone under the dome of the skyand dream of the infinite space instead of living inthese luxurious palaces that are only material and tirethe eyes that look upon them. When I gaze deep intothe heavens, I shall find what no man has found. (Heapproaches the window and looks out.) It is the risingcrescent. O what heavenly beauty!. I see an angelbefore the moon!. It seems to be calling me. Ah ! thesame bright star which had shone at mybirth!. But am I dreaming?. The sky isglittering ; it is a real Paradise.I hear the bird of mymother that thrills me through and through. O,what a silent night.never have I seen before!(He wipes his forehead in feverish nervousness andlooks into the depth of the sky, raising his hand, thenhe walks to the other end of the room and goes slowlyout into the room of the Princess.)(The Prince is silently in thought. Upon seeing hissilence, she says): Why are you so sad be loved? Whenyou went to the reception room, people were amazedto see you so sad in the midst of their happiness whilecelebrating the happy birth of your son.Prince. O Princess, you have kept a secret fromme for a long time and it is upon that secret that mywhole life depends. Ah! How cruel you are to compelme to be a prisoner in these palaces, not allowing meto know that a town exists; cruel to present to me theappear ance of everlasting happiness when there isnaught but suffering in this world !(The Princess weeps and hides her face in her hands.)Prince (continues). During my drive through the townI have seen the suffering of mankind, and why shouldI be happy? No, I will leave the palace in search of aremedy for the sufferings of the world, and I will notreturn unless I find one.The prince becomes an ascetic and attracts five other asceticsto him. One day he finally breaks his fast,and they all leavehim when he revelas to them his new insights about theinner path:Princess. O beloved, you are unlike all livingbeings, now I realize that you will go, I am helpless, alife of grief is before me; I must endure all and suffer (She weeps aloud bitterly in utter despair. Heembraces her. She clings to his neck, then he takesher to her room. Her weeping is heard faintly fora moment, then a moment's silence. The Princereturns alone. He stands for a moment silently, then hewalks about nervously.)The Master. For six years I have followed thepath of mortification of the body, reducing this flesh tonothing, and not one step have I ad vanced nearer tothe goal of salvation. This body has become so weakthat it even weakens the mind and does not afford deepthought. I find that mortification does not extinguishdesire, nor produce enlightenment, and now I adviseyou all to eat when food is given and when there is aneed, yet be indifferent to it. Develop that state ofconcentration of the mind where there is no thoughtof the body, and the body nourishes itself instinctively.Do not be conscious even of your eating for ourpractise is a mastery over the mind. The body is oflittle importance compared with the soul. All qualities,Prince. Farewell O Prison of luxury, vain pleasuresof palace life; a kingdom envied by many; uselesspalaces laden with gold and inlaid with emeralds andrubies; archways carved in fine lace and glitteringdomes of crystal, thou art in vain; thou blindest theeyes from the suffer ing of the world and makestselfish those that live amidst thee; thou bringest only15
“And what is the soul?It is the living power,the consciousness, orin other words, theintelligence manifestingthrough the mind.”such as courage, thoughtfulness, kindness, energy,calmness, are the at tributes of the soul. One thinks toomuch of the body, forgetting the existence of the soul thatmanifests through the mind. It is the soul that experienceslife; it is the soul that perceives and governs this bodywhich is only a machine. When the body can no longerserve the soul, the soul continues to exist; it exists forever;it is immortal.And what is the soul? It is the living power, theconsciousness, or in other words, the intelligencemanifesting through the mind. And where is thesource of its being? There must be an unknownsource which is nameless, formless, unlimited andunconceived of by man. Where is that source of thelife of all mankind? Where is that source of energy ofthe whole manifestation? Who or what has made manand all creation? Is there not a living power behind allmanifestation, and is not that living power the creativepower and the Creator of this world? Is it not that powerwhich is the real God? Is it not there from whence wecame and whither we shall go?.O that state of Divine ecstasy that awakened this soul ! Isit not that source which I realized? I saw nothing and yetall. (He is silent for a moment, then continues:) Ah! It isa revelation. Man will be happier when he knows there isstill another form of existence after leaving this earth. Butman will not believe the Truth. I shall try to teach him,but I fear it will be in vain, and yet, why did I leave thepalace if not to find happiness for man? Why did I havethis revelation if not to teach mankind? I will go throughstrife with courage and hope; I will preach from village tovillage, for I feel that I am sent by a guiding hand above.After some time he meets again with his fellow ascetics withnew insights and revelations, and again they all want tobecome his followersThe Master. On that last day in the forest, Irealized the uselessness of self-mortification. You all fled16from me, you did not understand me. There are twoextremes which are of no use and lead one astray;either the torturing of one's body by self-mortificationand penances, or the other extreme which is selfindulgence, satisfying all one's selfish desires. Neither ofthese two brings happiness. Happiness is the result ofthe control of the mind. When each and every desireis fulfilled, man is never satisfied; he constantly cravesfor more, and the more he has, the more he desires;therefore how can a self-indulgent man be happy?imagine Him in any form you like, but He is namelessand formless. This world is made of one essence whichmanifests as a substance, subject to name and form,time and space. That substance has assumed differentforms according to different impressions. It becamefive elements and developed into mineral and mineraltogether with that first essence (its origin), hasdeveloped into living plants, animals and man. Thatfirst essence has a power, a power of magnetism, acreative power, a life-giving power. That essence cannotbe seen nor perceived; it is life itself; it is the spirit;it is the living power of intelligence which manifeststhrough our brain, and which we call mind; it is thatintelligence which is our life, our soul. For example: Apiece of ice is floating on a lake; the lake is the greatessence or power of intelli gence, the ice is the denseform of water, it is water changed into form, whichsymbolizes the body made of the essence, yet changedinto substance, and the water that is inside of the pieceof ice is the soul.The path of self-mortification is a much higher one,still it is useless for it does not bring happiness. It maygive satisfaction to overcome the senses, but the pathwhich I have found is between them both; it is thatwhich brings real happiness. To control one's sensesdoes not mean to torture one's body. To satisfy thenecessities of the body is not evil nor selfdegrading.The body is a machine set in motion by the mind,therefore one should keep the machine in a good state,yet be able to control it, for when one has masteredthe body, then the mind is free and travels in truehappiness. To master the body does not mean totorture it; it means that one's whole body is under thecommand of the mind. For instance: a temper is lackof control; all moods are caused by the lack of control,but to sustain the body with its necessary nourishmentis not lack of control.The soul experiences life through the body. We thinkthe body is all, forgetting the soul that plays the mostimportant part in life. The body is only a cover whichwill leave one day, and then the soul will be free, butour good or evil deeds follow us as our shadow followsus on our path-way. If anyone says that man is mortal,I would answer : No, he is immortal; it is only his bodywhich is mortal. Life on earth is a short experience, asfor instance in a play; when an actor goes on the stage,all is illusion; he plays a part which is not the reality;when he has finished playing his part and leaves thestage, he sees how he was blinded by illusion. In thesame way, all that seems so real to us on earth is falseand illusion.Have you never wondered how the world was made,and how your own body was made? Have you neverwondered how life has come into your body and whatthat life is? Have you never wondered from whence youcame and whither you shall go? Did you think thatyou are your body and at the end of the existence ofyour body, your life ends?(In the last act of the play the Master returns to the palaceand meets his father,the old King, his wife and his son. Heblesses his son, and his wife takes her leave and followshim into his world. The old King remains in his palace.)First Ascetic. O Master, tell us what is life; butdid not Brahma make the world?The Master. What is name? What is form? Youmay call Him by whatsoever name you like: you may17
DOORKEEPER OF MY HEARTThere is a saying amongst the Sufis that your teacher need not be perfect.Its enough if he or she simply has what you need.By Saki LeeAs a 25 year old travelling through Europeone summer, I found my way to the Chamonix Suficamp in 1974. It was a camp for those who wereyoung, idealistic and did not mind camping in ruggedconditions high in the Alps. Quite often we hadintense stormy weather and snow, with very cold nightswhen the water froze. Sometimes the storms were sobad that all of our tents would be blown down, eventhe meditation tent! We would try to dry our wetclothes the next day in front of these gas heaters, whichwere fueled by gas bottles that the mule Peggy had tocarry up the mountain.unconventionality an uncompromisingauthenticity his sparkling humor and wit, and thefreedom of his soul. These were buried treasureswhich my soul longed to find and uncover.In the early days, Pir was a clear mirrorof what I could not yet see because of all mywoundedness, which were like dark clouds covering thelight of my soul. He repeatedly said that in healing awound, the process of cleansing old detritus and toxinshappens simultaneously while the miracle of new cellsis already forming. Be sure to see both! Healer of myheart .“Shake your soul! Awaken it from slumber!”Although I knew nothing about Sufism, Chamonix wasa homecoming, and I knew that Pir Vilayat was theteacher who embodied what I yearned for and needed.He woul
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