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JOURNEY ON
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Posted by
HarunKennedy
Friday, December 31, 2004
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JOURNEY ON
by Ismail Fido.
There is no shortage of bar room philosophers in Australia.
From the intellectuals of Parkville and Camperdown to the battlers of Lakemba and Lightning Ridge they solve the worlds problems.
Talk, talk, talk. Like rats. Gnaw, gnaw, gnaw.
Ancestors abroad did the same.
Wars, pogroms, plagues, famine. Their empty talk could not stem those.
Is there no hope then?
Light breaks in Glastonbury, Rome, Jerusalem, Mecca, Delhi, Jakarta and Sydney. At different times but light is the same. Here and everywhere. Now and in Brisbane.
Lighten our darkness we beseech Thee O Lord .
Outside the church the lecher, the drunk and the druggie go about their business.
Can you find God, or Truth, in Ecstasy?
What kind of ecstasy ?
In tekkes* from Albania to Cairo they once whirled. Like Jalalludin. Not todays tourist show. Sincerely. In order. Like planets round a sun. Like souls around God.
It took Shams of Tabriz supposedly mad to bring Rumi from scholarship to understanding. I would like to meet such a madman!
Bernhard Meister recounts stories of Cilandak and Sudarto 40 years ago after every latihan. If anyone else speaks he raises his voice a few decibels.
The curtain rises. The performance begins. Again.
Hank Marvin Bernhards bosom buddy for years listens entranced.
Siegfried Glockenspiel is to extend on Lottery Commission money the latihan hall.
Do all the renovations make us a better and happier group ?
Nearer, my God, to Thee.
The ladies are to descend on the kitchen.
I cant wait.
Really?
The ladies descend, intent on tea and conversation. To beam at the favoured few. I move towards the exit door. They find me uninteresting.
Praise God! I can escape.
READ ON.....
As we performed like robots in the kitchen, the dervishes danced. Conscious. Alive.
Its never too late. Jalalludin said so.
Jalalludin Who? Is he in Subud?
Rumi. No, he lived in Turkey about six hundred years ago. Wrote the Mathnavi.The Whirling Dervishes are his followers.
Ven ei voss en Shelandak, von die Shudarto shay to me
Hey man, thet musta bin awesome.
Longreach need a hall.
Build Subud halls. Across the Wide Brown Land. From Hobart to Darwin. Byron to Hedland. The people will follow. Recruit. Like the Albanian jugglers.
They were strange.
Nonsense. They told the group what it was like to be a migrant. They were Hanks special friends. He told them about Subud and invited them to the hall. We should all do that. Bernhard loved them. So did Freya, Seamus and Agarabarthi. Everyone did.
Do what? Why?
To spread Subud. So we can have more members. To further extend the hall. More Subud children. Recruit!
I remember, ages ago, a beautiful woman I was in love with asked me
Are you mad ?
Like Shams, I hope!
What happened to the woman?
Back in her own country. On their equivalent of the DSP# .
Memories trill through my head and in my veins. The dead speak. Not of this time nor this place.
They are breathtaking.
What civilizations they once had, now sadly faded. Great religions, now almost destroyed by fanatics. Our common human heritage.
What does Subud offer me, now, in this place?
Selamatans a la Australienne, ex Cilandak via Melbourne, Loudwater Farm and elsewhere, so we can get together and love each other; resident gurus, Subud politicians and powerbrokers aplenty; visits to and from Byron and the Sunshine Coast ; health food supplements; colonic irrigation; exciting visitors; holy hugs and bogus transient brotherhood ( for the exciting networked few? ).
What have they to do with me?
Little. For me. Or anyone else wishing to individuate. To find his or her true self.
I must journey on but also within and back. To go forward. Little from this place litters that road. Alhamdolillah!
Far in the distance the eternal lights of Home shine bright!
* tekke = Sufi centre
# DSP = Disability Support Pension
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