#Vilayat Inayat Khan

[eyeoftheheart]

“The beauty of a sunrise in the high mountains, of a crystal, of a flower. A lovely or expressive face, a compassionate gesture, a sublime work of art, magnificent music, the inspirational lore of a poet. All are clues that might lead us to espy the splendor and intelligence behind all of this, the splendor that is trying to reveal itself to us. Sufis call this concept wahdat al-wujud (the unity of existence). However, some Sufis counter with wahdat ush-shuhud (the unity of the witness). If Sufis do not grasp that these concepts are complementary rather than contradictory, they take sides, adopting one or the other. God is not only the object of your cognizance, but the subject — the knower in you.”

― Pir Vilayat Inayat Khan, In Search of the Hidden Treasure

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

“A teaching from Pir Vilayat Inayat Khan also goes well with this illustration: “The mind is the surface of the heart, and the heart is the depth of the mind.” Pir Vilayat Inayat-Khan And, Pir Zia Inayat-Khan, shared this: My grandfather always said he learned that the teaching must be dictated upon the tablet of the heart; it cannot be received in the mind.”

— Noor-Malika Chishti

[Leila L'Abate]

[presencinglife]

The evolved person, the one who has identified himself with the divine will, reaches a point when what he wishes happens… ~ Pir Vilayat Inayat Khan

[kenyatta]

Overcome any bitterness that may have come because you were not up to the magnitude of the pain entrusted to you. Like the mother of the world who carries the pain of the world in her heart, you are sharing in a certain measure of that cosmic pain, and are called upon to meet it in joy instead of self pity.

- Vilayat Inayat Khan

[freshtracksinc]

There can be no rebirth without a dark night of the soul, a total annihilation of all that you believed in and thought that you were.

Vilayat Inayat Khan, and today’s Fresh Tracks, Inc.™ AM Fuel

[the-moon-is-a-harsh-mistress]

There can be no rebirth without a dark night of the soul, a total annihilation of all that you believed in and thought that you were.

Pir Vilayat Inayat Khan (1916-2004)

[cobotis]

There are no limits to your being, only those you ascribe to yourself... There are no limits to your understanding, only those that are due to trying to understand with the mind... There is no limit to your light, except the dark shadows of the ego cast upon the sky which we call the self...

Pir Vilayat Inayat Khan

[fadedintensity]

“There can be no rebirth without a dark night of the soul, a total annihilation of all that you believed in and thought that you were.”

- Pir Vilayat Inayat Khan

[singulus]

“ My Aesthetic ...

“ We were talking over the last week or so about my ‘Last Post’. In that process it occurred to me that I needed to stress the very foundation upon which this blog was built some ten years ago, or even more precisely 1992 - 1993.”

“ Originally it was to be called Omniconscious Unicity, but two events interfered. The first was that Universal Studios, in their infinite wisdom, had already locked up that Brand , and the second may be obvious to you. It’s a terribly long Domain Name. We quickly changed it to Singulus, and. So that it not be confused with any other, We added Fine Print Productions, and later Available Light for more specificity.”

“ But, The Primary Foundation has ever been without any differences or distinctions in terms of Race, Color, Creed, Social or Economic Strata, Gender or Age.”

“ The Second foundation was the intent to build a community around the First.”

[ To Be Continued ]

[rest-in-being]

LOTS of confusion over Sufi terminology. Some Shaykhs also use these words interchangeably. There are no exact English equivalents but this is the closest. Hope its CLEAR. TO CHRISTIANS = The word SOUL is problematic because its used in many different ways, sometimes its use is closer to NAFS and sometimes to RUH, please see Pir Vilayat Inayat Khan discussion on the word SOUL.

[eyeoftheheart]

The Sufi Master Pir Vilayat Inayat Khan speaks about the secret of Kun, the art of manifestation and living in harmony with the Divine Source. Through union with infinity, we open our human being to the infinite possibilities of divine being. We can tap into reality's magical and miraculous divine dimension and participate in its creative, joyful, and loving unfolding.

„The evolved person, the one who has identified himself with the divine will, reaches a point when what he wishes happens…“

~ Pir Vilayat Inayat Khan

www.pirvilayatlegacy.net/

[mizjoely]

The Whisper of His Incantations

Work with sound until you are absolutely amazed that you can produce such a sound and it seems to you that you are just the instrument to which the divine pied piper blows the whisper of the incantations of his magic spell.

- Vilayat Inayat Khan

The sound of music - soft, haunting - invaded her sleep. Molly twitched, turned on her side, and sat up, eyes blinking sleepily as the sweet notes of a distant violin called her to wakefulness.

Slipping softly from her bed, she groped for her dressing-gown and slid her feet into her slippers, making her silent way to the window. Throwing it wide, she leaned over the still and scanned the darkness - there! A half-seen form, standing on the soft lawn two stories below, tall, silent but for the music he was playing.

Music meant only for her ears. 

Molly leaned further over the sill, smiling shyly as the figure tilted its head, his? - yes, his - eyes glinting quicksilver in the moonlight as he met her gaze. The notes of the violin, soft and melodic, changed suddenly to an enticing dancing tune, and the figured danced backward into the darkness as if daring her to follow, the chase after him.

Without a backwards glance at her sleeping husband, Molly Moriarty exited the bedroom, made her silent, ghostly way down the stairs and out the door of the Great Hall. Down the stone steps to the sweeping drive she went, her feet as noiseless as if they were made of shadows, of the darkling sky, uncaring of the cool air on her flesh as she followed the music, so faint on this side of the great House in which she’d been raised. The same house that mocked her now as the prison it had become upon her unhappy marriage to the man who now owned that House - and her despairing self.

A year and a day, had it truly only been that long? It seemed a lifetime.

She faltered in her steps, but the music surged as she rounded the corner to the back of the house, buoying her spirits, making her forget for a collection of happy moments the dreariness her life had become since her marriage.

The music swelled, coaxing and sweet, and she moved unhesitatingly toward it through the dew-wet grass, feeling neither the dampness nor the autumnal chill in the early morning air. Indeed, her cheeks were aglow with heat as she made her way into the gardens, and from there through the gap in the hedges leading to the ancient forests that surrounded the ancestral Hooper home on three sides.

She’d prayed for someone, anyone, to intervene to save her, but the thought that her prayers had been answered never crossed her mind. No, all she heard, all she felt, was the music thrumming through her blood, her flesh, her very soul, as all-consuming as the sea that had swallowed her father’s ships and left her family destitute, at the mercy of a man who wanted nothing but the empty titles that were all Sir Howard Hooper had left behind.

She felt no fear, only anticipation as the music swelled in her ears, in her heart, in her mind; she found herself almost dancing, laughing aloud in dizzy delight as she finally reached the dark, silent figure who had lured her so charmingly from her marital bed.

“Who are you?” she asked, breathless and eager as he lowered the violin from his shoulder and smiled at her. 

“Retribution,” he replied, his voice a deep, thrilling baritone the curled her toes in her slippers and raised goosebumps on her arms, flushing her cheeks with warmth and sending tingles to her most private, intimate parts. “For too long James Moriarty has left the piper unpaid, and now is the time for him to lose the very thing he wants most in this world.”

Molly frowned, for the first time feeling unease in the stranger’s presence. “Me? Surely I’m not even near the top of his list of desired objects.” She tried not to let bitterness color her words, but could tell by the stranger’s crooked smile that she’d failed in that task.

“Your land, your family name, his reputation - all will be lost when you vanish, never to be seen by mortal eyes again,” he intoned, but far from feeling threatened Molly felt instead an incredible rush of relief.

“Well then, my good piper - er, violinist,” she corrected herself with a self-deprecating smile. “We’d best be off then, hadn’t we?” And she offered him her hand.

“Indeed.” He took her fingers in his, his flesh warm against her coolness, and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles that shot like lightning through her flesh, igniting her veins, her nerves, every part of her being with the sensuous delights it seemed to promise.

He pulled back without releasing her, taking a dancing stance, the violin having vanished into some sparkling nothingness. His eyes - blue one second, green the next, with amber flecks that seemed to glean like a cat’s eyes in the pale moonlight - held her mesmerized, and she willingly allowed him to sweep her into a waltz.

They danced into the deeper forest, eyes only for one another, the mistreated villain’s wife and the man whom he’d murdered at the Reichenbach Falls in the Swiss Alps seven years before. Danced and smiled and learned to love one another in the realm beyond time, beyond mortal eyes and ears, 

Even if James Moriarty never knew who had lured his young bride away from him, who had caused his life to then collapse into chaos and ruin, neither Molly Hooper (no longer Moriarty, never again Moriarty, oh joyous day!) nor Sherlock Holmes cared.

He had lost, and together, they had won.

This fic is super inspired by a) @hobbitsdoitbetter‘s fabulous story The Unexpected Hunter and b) @broomclosetkink‘s PIed Piper (non-fandom) story which she was wonderful enough to share with me. Thanks for reading!

[darkness-is-my-light]

Dare you have the courage to be who you really are?

Pir Vilayat Inayat Khan, Awakening

[guruwithin]

Meditation and Present-Day Physics with Pir Vilayat Inayat Khan >

audio with single picture. Length 1:31:39

[thinkveganworld]

Enlightenment involves paradox, not “either-or” limits

“Spiritual” people often imply brain-knowledge is automatically in conflict with heart wisdom.  There can be occasions when the brain and heart clash, but just as often they don’t.  I’ve mentioned this before, but if it were true that spirituality isn’t compatible with intellect, that would mean that every spiritually enlightened person would be both stupid and illogical.  Instead, the world’s enlightened sages are the embodiment of both spiritual and intellectual brilliance.  

Paramahansa Yogananda’s guru, Sri Yukteswar encouraged his student to study physics and sharpen his mind in addition to pursuing his meditative life.  Notable Zen masters, including Shunryu Suzuki (author of “Zen Mind, Beginner’s Mind” have pursued both book knowledge and interior knowing.   The well-known Sufi teacher, Pir Vilayat Inayat Khan graduated from Paris University and studied philosophy at Oxford.  

In every spiritual tradition, the most advanced teachers value the development of the brain as well as the heart.  I’m not sure where some people get the idea that brain-wisdom is irrelevant or problematic in the spiritual life, but the notion is simply wrong and is easily belied by noticing the obvious contradictions.  Anyone would agree book learning and formal studies aren’t the only things that matter or that make a person well-informed, but they have their place and shouldn’t be underrated or put down either.

[gristfidimill]

The assumption of being merely individuals is our greatest limitation.

Vilayat Inayat Khan