Inscendence as a complementary word to the transcendence brings you contemplations on various topics from the perspective of the reflective, associative and internal intelligence. A journey into depths to find, like Rumi said, the “Messiah, in my heart, I bear.” (مسيحا در دلم پيدا و من بيمار می گردم).
Enjoy the articles. Take them in. More than philosophical discussions or my attempts to convince you of anything, approach them as gentle meditations. Let them reveal that which your own Inner Heart knows. Perhaps they invite you to dream or to look at Reality with an expanded gaze.
[The articles from the old website, Orphic Inscendence, are here too.]
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The god is awake and so is the he — I say to to my lover: “Pass away, pass away, are there safer hands in which you are to pass? Do you not trust them to hold you? Pass away, pass away.” A grimace on his face. Resistance. “Pass away.” A grimace. And then a smile. Liberated by death, his face shone like a thousands suns, like a luminous autumn Moon.
That Which Shall Remain
If the image of death is the image of a deep, dark well into which one is to fall, then the image of life has to be in the candle that is lit in the dark alleys of churches and temples. The darkness that pulled us to extinguish our light before it even grew stronger, is now the one to hold the candlelight – light that creates no shadows against its walls, for it shines not from above but from within. And so, to remember and to hold the memory, I light a candle to it and tend to the fire of my Star, like one tends to a statue of a deity or a saint. The fear and allure of death disappears in a dutiful, laborious and satisfying effort of remembering. Death itself becomes life — life renewed and resurrected, life perfect just how it once was.
The Comb
My grandmother told stories, and similar stories were also told by others, of how sometimes, early at dawn, she found the horse’s mane to be braided. Lacking rational explanations, the people would say that the fairies visit horses at night & braid their manes. Since they are generally considered to be animals of noble & subtle natures, the fairies are drawn to them.
The Nocturne
The Sea urchins attached to his feet — intoxicated with the Night, he was immune to pain they caused. The blood from the soles of his feet & fingers rose up to create the red crescents & mandalas all around him. The sea grasses wrapped around his limbs to pull him deeper. He offered them to them without resistance. An indifferent amusement shone in his eye. The deeper he moved, the more focused his gaze became & still — the sea urchins bothered him not & the grasses didn’t disturb him.
He Saw Her Bathing
Many are stories in which, consumed by instinct & impulse, a man's gaze at Beauty comes to a fatal end. Beauty loves transgression of her Lover and She loves the One who hears Her invitation & joins Her for the loveplay, but She will only ever allow the transgression to the One who looks at Her with Love & pure, directed & willed desire. The story of the Beauty at Her Bath, at its very Heart seems to tell: "The waters that glisten against my body will either be the amniotic fluid of his new life, its purifying & initiatory baptism or the boundless Ocean in which he is to drown."
Zuleika’s Diary
The word did spread, someone did hear & I became the joke of the ladies in my circle. Yet the more they laughed at me, the more firm I came into my Love. "A lady to fall for a slave. That is quite a romance.", one said with the mocking giggle. "I could never fall for a lowly slave. How could one?", said another.
The Courageous Romantics
It would appear that the Moon, even in our modern times, still holds to her principles -- she allows the masses to be fed with appearances and illusions, while she hides her deepest and most profound passions and secrets, they visible only to those who prove themselves deserving and worthy. Even in a highly democratic world, her realm remains aristocratic and discriminatory, and still, it is only the Hero with a Sword who can find her, for she remembers the Law that says: "Only the truly good can find the Grail."
The Paradisiacal Gaze
In this meditation, I gaze at myself through the Gaze of Divine. This is the gaze of Supreme Perfection, Boundless Purity & Absolute Unity - from that perspective, I see myself. I see her delight in flowers, I see her filled with ecstasy, I see her enjoying beautiful fabrics, perfume & juicy fruits, I see her creating, I see her resting, I see her teasing & playing, and no matter what she is doing or in what mode is she manifesting, the only thought that appears is: "My beautiful One, my Heart's Delight, my whole Universe, how I love you!"
The Holder of Strings
The cosmic navel from which everything arose is also the knot in which everything is non-separate - just like the hymn says: the gods, the asuras & everything else are brought together there. The Storyteller is only the Holder of Strings when the navel is accessible to them. Otherwise, it is just a random lining up of phenomena and events.