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.]
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.