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Title: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on March 15, 2008, 03:29:27 PM
(I've been receiving in the email passages from the collections of Idries Shah, from the yahoo allspirit list, and thought I'd share a few evocative ones here.)


The Sufi master Ajnabi said: "Write to Mulla Firoz and tell him that I have no time to engage him in correspondence, and therefore have nothing to say to his letter."

The disciple Amini said: "Is it your intention to annoy him with this letter?"

Ajnabi said: "He has been annoyed by some of my writings. This annoyance has caused him to write to me. My purpose in writing the passage which angers him was to anger such as he."

Amini said: "And this letter will anger him further?"

Ajnabi said: "Yes. When he was enraged at what I wrote, he did not observe his own anger, which was my intention. He thought that he was observing me, whereas he was only feeling angry. Now I write again, to arouse anger, so that he will see that he is angry. The objective is for the man to realize that my work is a mirror in which he sees himself."

Amini siad: "The people of the ordinary world always regard those who cause anger as ill-intentioned. "

Ajanbi said: "The child may regard the adult who tries to remove a thorn from his hand an ill-intentioned. Is that a justification for trying to prevent the child from growing up?"

Amini said: "And if the child harbours a grudge against the adult who removes the thorn?"

Ajanbi said: "The child does not really harbour that grudge, because something in him knows the truth."

Amini asked him: "But what happens if he never comes to know himself, and yet continues to imagine that others are motivated by personal feelings?"

Ajnabi said: "If he never gets to know himself, it makes no difference as to what he thinks of other people, because he can never have any appeciation of what other people are really like."

Amini asked: "Is it not possible, instead of arousing anger a second time, to explain that the original writing was composed for this purpose, and to invite the Mulla to review his previous feelings?"

Ajanbi said: "It is possible to do this, but it will have no right effect. Rather will it have an adverse effect. If you tell the man your reason he will imagine that you are excusing yourself, and this will arouse in him sentiments which are harmful only to him. Thus, by explaining you are actually acting to his detriment."

as collected by Idries Shah

Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: xero on March 15, 2008, 04:02:11 PM
Can always rely on you to collect and collate those special pieces, passages, prose and poetry.

Watching your 'p's and 'q's postings.
Thank you
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on March 15, 2008, 04:09:54 PM
((((X)))) marks da spot.
Glad you like.
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on March 17, 2008, 10:30:57 AM
How did Odi Odam come to sit at the feet of the wise one, Dervish Rahim?
He roused himself one day and thought, as the sun shone in his eyes, "It is more than time that I achieved something." So he looked around for ideas, and his eyes lighted upon a book in the corner of the room. It had been lying there for years, since his late father's time, but he had not paid much attention to it before.

"This should do for a start," he told himself, "for has it not been laid down by the scholars that 'to do something is better than to do nothing at all?'"
He picked up the book and carried it to the near-by town. In the market-place a man came up to him and said, "What special virtue has that book, and what price do you place upon it?"

"Why," said Odi Odam, "it was my father's and that surely means that it is of the greatest worth. Do you not respect the judgment of your own father?"

"Of course," said the other man. And he gave Odi all that he had for the book.

Odi next saw a man sitting beside a pile of feathers in the street. He had just plucked a fowl and sold it, and the feathers were left over. "What special virtue have your feathers, and what price do you place upon them?" asked Odi.

The man was rather less than honest, and he said, "You can have them for all the money you have. As to their virtue, I may not tell you." There was a local law against making false claims about merchandise.

Odi gave the man everything he had, and took the feathers, thinking, "If they have a secret value, there will be a way to discover it. The most important thing is possession, not information. " He was remembering the advice of the tradition which says: "Information may not lead to possession, but possession may lead to information. "

But then he met a fool with an engaging manner, who said to him: "I wish I had feathers like them, then I might be able to become a bird. But I am poor."

"Do you know the secret virtue of feathers?" asid Odi.

"No," said the fool, and he did not.

"In that case," said Odi, "you will not have the advantage of me if I part with them. What can you trade, friend?"

"What about this book, which a man just threw at me because I annoyed him?" said the fool. Odi saw it was his father's book. He took it in exchange for the feathers, but he could not read, so he took it to the Dervish Rahim.

Dervish Rahim said: "This book is called 'Never wander about exchanging one thing for another. If you do, you will be one in a million if you get a second chance to make a real start.'"

as collected by Idries Shah
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on March 24, 2008, 09:42:56 AM
There was once a powerful conqueror who had become emperor of a vast territory peopled by representatives of several beliefs. His counsellors said, "Great king, a deputation of thinkers and priests from each persuasion is awaiting audience. Each hopes to convert you to the way of thinking of his school. We are in a quandry, because we cannot advise you to accept the ideology of one party, since it would alienate the goodwill of all the rest.

The king, for his part, said, "Neither is it fitting that a king should adopt beliefs for political reasons, and without thought for his own higher dignity and well-being."

The discussions continued for several hours, until a wise dervish, who had attached himself to the king's retinue many months before and had been silent ever since, stepped forward.

"Majesty," he said, "I am prepared to advise a course in which the interests of al parties will be safeguarded. The applicants will be abashed, the courtiers will be relieved of their anxiety to find a solution, the king will be able to retain his reputation for wisdom, and nobody will be able to say that he holds sway over the king's thoughts."

The dervish whispered his formula into the royal ear, and the king called the deputation to enter the throne-room.

Receiving the clerics and thinkers with all courtesy, the king said to them: "I shall hear first al all the arguments of those among you who do not say 'Believe or you are in peril'; or Believe because it will give you happiness', or 'Adopt my beliefs because you are a great king.'"

The applicants dispersed in confusion.

as collected by Idries Shah
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on March 29, 2008, 07:45:46 AM
In ancient times a king of Tartary was out walking with some of his
noblemen. At the roadside was an Abdal (wandering Sufi, a "changed one"), who cried out: "Whoever will give me a hundred dinars, I will give him some good advice."

The king stopped, and said: "Abdal, what is this good advice for a hundred dinars?"

"Sir," answered the Abdal, "order the sum to be given to me, and I will tell you immediately. " The king did so, expecting to hear something extraordinary.

The dervish said to him: "My advice is this: Never begin anything until you have reflected what will be the end of it."

At this the nobles and everyone else present laughed, saying that the Abdal had been wise to ask for his money in advance. But the king said: "You have no reason to laugh at the good advice this Abdal has given me. Nobody is unaware of the fact that we should think well before doing anything. But we are daily guilty of not remembering, and the consequences are evil. I very much value this dervish's advice."

He decided to bear the advice always in his mind, and commanded it to be written in gold on the walls and even engraved on his silver plates.

Not long afterward a plotter desired to kill the king. He bribed the royal surgeon with a promise of the prime ministership to thrust a poisoned lancet into the king's arm. When the time came to let some of the king's blood, a silver basin was placed to catch the blood. Suddenly the surgeon became aware of the words engraved upon it: "Never begin anything until you have reflected what will be the end of it." It was only then that he realized that if the plotter became king he could have him killed instantly, and would not need to fulfil his bargain.

The king, seeing that the surgeon was now trembling, asked him what was wrong with him. And so he confessed the truth, at that very moment.

The plotter was seized; and the king sent for all the people who were present when the Abdal gave his advice, and said to them: "Do you still laugh at the dervish?"


as collected by Idries Shah
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on March 29, 2008, 08:02:19 AM
Light-Taker

A certain dervish was called Nourgir--"light- taker"--because he had a clay pot which took light from the day, even from a candle, and gave it out when he wanted it to.

He was asked by a scholar: "We do not deny the remarkable characteristics of your light-trapping pot. But we do question your
rumoured capacity to see into the hearts of men.

"If you can indeed perceive people's characters and potentialities, how is it that someone has just sold you a melon which proved to be tasteless?"

Nourgir siad: "Would you care to come with me and undertake an experiment?"

The scholar refused, and spread word that Nourgir was a charlatan. But, after many months of this defamation, they both found themselves at the court of the king of the time, and the king showed interest in the dispute.

The king said: It has been conveyed to my ears that this scholar has challenged this dervish, but that he will not allow the dervish to demonstrate his capacities. Such an attitude is a menace to good order and a threat to the general tranquillity of men. The scholar will stand condemned as a jackal, so pronounced by me, unless he agrees to stop talking about facts, and allows himself to be exposed to realities. I cannot think that he will reveal himself to be the word-drudge that people must conclude him to be if he were to rely upon uninformed opinion for his proofs, to resort to spleen and personal calumny, or to do any of the other thins which mark the pretended, as distinct from the real, scholar."

The dervish and scholar said: "We hear and obey."

The dervish took the scholar to the top of a mountain and made him stay with him for three days, listening to dervish lore. Then he brought him down to a defile in the mountains where a crowd of witnesses were waiting, headed by the king.

People were toiling up the track, on horses and mules, with donkeys and on foot, and as they approached, the dervish said: "Look, King and Scholar, I shall place my hand on the shoulder of this scholar, lending him some of my perceptiveness. As each person nears yonder bend he will become aware of their inner thoughts. His awareness will answer his question as to why a dervish does not use his powers all the time."

Sure enough, as person after person passed the appointed spot, the scholar's face became more and more haggard, as he called out, "That man is loathsome, Ugh!" or, "Do not do what you intend to do, O man, for it will lead to your destruction! " And, again, such things as, "That man who looks evil is to be the means of rescuing large numbers of mankind!"

His words were so confused that people thought that he must have gone mad. HIs face became lined as if with great age, and his beard was white, when it had been black before.

After an hour or so, the scholar wrenched himself free from the dervish's hand, and threw himself at the feet of the king. He said, "Your Majesty, I cannot endure this knowledge one second longer. I have seen people who looked like saints, and have perceived that they were poseurs. Worse, I have seen people who thought that they were good, and their evil consisted in their thinking that they were on some good path. I have seen and felt things which no man should be expected to experience."

The king said, "What wisdom have you gained from this event?"

The scholar replied: "I now understand that if anyone were to remain perceptive to the real conditon of men all the time, he would go mad."

The dervish told him: "Now you know that the dervish lore includes knowledge of when to be awake and when to remain asleep."


as collected by Idries Shah
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on March 29, 2008, 09:29:16 AM
Nasrudin went into a bank with a check to cash.

"Can you indentify yourself? asked the clerk.

Nasrudin took out a mirror and peered into it.

"Yes, that's me all right," he said.



as collected by Idries Shah
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: daphne on March 29, 2008, 12:36:16 PM
Light-Taker

The scholar replied: "I now understand that if anyone were to remain perceptive to the real conditon of men all the time, he would go mad."

The dervish told him: "Now you know that the dervish lore includes knowledge of when to be awake and when to remain asleep."


I'd been reading the story sort of easily (love your dervish stories) and when got to that part.... goosebumps... 
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: daphne on March 29, 2008, 12:37:20 PM
Nasrudin went into a bank with a check to cash.

"Can you indentify yourself? asked the clerk.

Nasrudin took out a mirror and peered into it.

"Yes, that's me all right," he said.



as collected by Idries Shah


Love this one! Everytime I read it anywhere, brings a laugh to me!!
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on April 01, 2008, 04:56:28 AM
I'd been reading the story sort of easily (love your dervish stories) and when got to that part.... goosebumps... 

When to be awake ... when to be asleep, yes. Great image. It becomes a matter of good manners, eh?
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on April 05, 2008, 10:14:32 AM
A great teacher who knew the way to wisdom was visited by a group of Seekers. They found him in his courtyard, surrounded by disciples in the midst of revels.

Some of the observers said: "How obnoxious--this is no way to behave, whatever the pretext."

Others said: "This seems to us excellent--we like this kind of teaching, and wish to partake in it."

Yet others said: "We are partly perplexed and wish to know more about this puzzle."

The rest said to one another: "There may be wisdom in this, but whether we should ask about it or not we do not know."

The teacher sent them all away.

And these people all spread, in conversation and in writing, their opinions of the occasion. Even those who did not allude to their experience directly were affected by it, and their speech and even actions reflected their feelings about it.

Some time later certain members of this party again passed that way. They called upon the teacher. They stood at his door, observing that within the courtyard he and his students now sat, decorously, deep in contemplation.

"This is better," said some of the visitors, "for he has learned from our protests."

"This is excellent," said others, "the last time he was undoubtedly only testing us."

"This is too sombre," said others, "surely we can find long faces anywhere."

And there were other opinions, spoken and otherwise. The great sage, when the time of reflection was over, sent all these visitors away.

Much later, a small number returned and sought his interpretation of what they had experienced. They presented themselves at the gate and looked into the courtyard. The teacher sat there, alone, neither revelling nor in meditation. His former disciples were nowhere to be seen.

"You may now hear the whole story," he said, "for I have been able to dismiss my disciples; the task is done.

"When you first came here, that class of mine had been too serious--I was in the process of applying the corrective. The second time you came, they had been too gay--I was applying the corrective.

"When a man is working he does not always explain himself to casual visitors, however interested the visitors may think themselves to be. When an action is in progress, what counts is the correct operation of that action. Under these circumstances, external evaluation becomes a secondary concern. What people may imagine about something is more descriptive of themselves than of the situation."

as collected by Idries Shah
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on April 06, 2008, 06:18:04 PM
Once upon a time there was a man who strayed from his own country into the world known as the Land of Fools.

He soon saw a number of people flying in terror from a field where they had been trying to reap wheat. "There is a monster in that field," they told him. He looked, and saw it was a water-melon.

He offered to kill the "monster" for them. When he had cut the melon from its stalk, he took a slice and began to eat it. The people became even more terrified of him than they had been of the melon. They drove him away with pitchforks, crying, "He will kill us, next, unless we get rid of him."

It so happened that at another time another man also wandered into the Land of Fools, and the same thing started to happen to him. But, instead of offering to help them with the "monster," he agreed with them that it must be dangerous, and by tiptoeing away from it with them he gained their confidence. He spent a long time with them, in their houses, until he could teach them, little by little, the basic facts which would enable them not only to lose their fears of melons, but even to cultivate the fruit themselves.

as collected by Idries Shah
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: Jahn on April 06, 2008, 08:43:22 PM

Do not kill melons, tip toe away from them instead - am I getting it right?
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on April 07, 2008, 06:31:33 AM
Do not kill melons, tip toe away from them instead - am I getting it right?

 :D

If you're wise, be foolish.
If you can see, squint.

Though you can hear, sit
dumb as an old rock.

Whatever anyone says,
listen and agree.

This is a friendly practice,
and it leads to some truth.

Lalla
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on April 10, 2008, 06:09:40 AM
Ajnabi said: "The people of this world are insane." He promised his disciples to give them evidence of this. That same night he invited a rich man to break the fast with him. The man came and they ate dry bread and a date apiece, which was all that Ajnabi had in the house.

When he returned home, the rich man sent the Sufi a purse containing ten thousand dinars. Ajanbi sent it back with a note saying, "Bread can be eaten, gold is not useful for anything--people only imagine that it is."

Now he called a needy man and sent him to the rich man's house to ask for ten thousand dinars. When the man came back, Ajnabi said, "What did he say?" The needy man said: "He told me that he would not give me anything."

The Ajnabi told his disciples: "The people of this world are assuredly insane. They think that gold is equal to bread, and even exchange one for the other. Then, when they see an honest and necessitous man, they imagine that it is in their own interests not to help him. If these people are sane, as they believe themselves to be, let us all hasten into what they would call insanity."

as collected by Idries Shah
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on April 17, 2008, 07:44:02 AM
Mulla Nasrudin was very ill, and everyone thought that he was going to die. His wife dressed in mourning clothes and started to weep and wail. Mulla Nasrudin alone was unperturbed.

"Mulla," asked one of his disciples, "how is it that you can face death with such calm, even laughing for time to time, while we who are not going to die are in torment lest you leave us?"

"Quite simple," said Nasrudin. "As I lie here looking at the lot of you, I say to myself, 'They all look so terrible that I am almost sure the Angel of Death will mistake one of them for his prey when he comes visiting--and leave old Nasrudin here a while longer...'"


as collected by Idries Shah
 :)
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on April 17, 2008, 08:12:38 AM
A dervish went to a Sufi master and said: "Noble Guide, I wish to learn from you whatever I can communicate to others."

The Sufi told him to go into the garden and to feed birds and animals until they came to him whenever he appeared. The dervish did this for three years. At the end of this time he went back to the Sufi and said: "The birds and animals come to me whenever I show myself to them."

The Sufi said: "Do you still want to learn in order to impart to others?"

The dervish replied: "I have realized that I must learn whatever I can learn, and not to try to learn for a purpose until I know the value of the purpose."

The Sufi said: "Now you can start to learn. Unless your attention had been fixed upon the birds and animals, your real mind would not have been able to solve this problem of understanding. Attention demands an object, as an arrow demands a target. But to have an arrow in a target all the time, or to have all targets full of arrows, or to have every bowman shooting at once, or to have people thinking that shooting is necessary when they have other things which they can do and be, is evidence of stupidity and a sure road to oblivion."

as collected by Idries Shah
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: Michael on April 17, 2008, 09:17:29 PM
Mulla Nasrudin was very ill, and everyone thought that he was going to die. His wife dressed in mourning clothes and started to weep and wail. Mulla Nasrudin alone was unperturbed.

"Mulla," asked one of his disciples, "how is it that you can face death with such calm, even laughing for time to time, while we who are not going to die are in torment lest you leave us?"

"Quite simple," said Nasrudin. "As I lie here looking at the lot of you, I say to myself, 'They all look so terrible that I am almost sure the Angel of Death will mistake one of them for his prey when he comes visiting--and leave old Nasrudin here a while longer...'"



true true, too true
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: TIOTIT on April 18, 2008, 11:34:19 AM
One of the most wise women ever born was Rabia Al-Adawia. She was a Sufi, a great mystic, incomparable; she was sitting inside her hut with closed eyes doing something -- nobody knows what. Another mystic of the name of Hassan was staying with her, and it was morning, and the sun started coming up, and it was tremendously beautiful, with the birds singing and the trees happy again to see the light and the whole world celebrating the morn. Hassan stood there, then he called Rabia saying: Rabia, come out! See the glory of God! What a beautiful morning! Rabia said: Hassan, rather on the contrary, you come in and see God himself. THERE I know is beauty, the beauty of creation, but it is nothing compared to the beauty of the Creator. So rather, YOU come in!
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on April 18, 2008, 12:39:31 PM
One of the most wise women ever born was Rabia Al-Adawia. She was a Sufi, a great mystic, incomparable; she was sitting inside her hut with closed eyes doing something -- nobody knows what. Another mystic of the name of Hassan was staying with her, and it was morning, and the sun started coming up, and it was tremendously beautiful, with the birds singing and the trees happy again to see the light and the whole world celebrating the morn. Hassan stood there, then he called Rabia saying: Rabia, come out! See the glory of God! What a beautiful morning! Rabia said: Hassan, rather on the contrary, you come in and see God himself. THERE I know is beauty, the beauty of creation, but it is nothing compared to the beauty of the Creator. So rather, YOU come in!

That's a great one, Tio.
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on April 20, 2008, 08:24:41 AM
A certain dervish teacher used to spend six days of each week in meditation. On the seventh, he would journey to the town nearest his Zavia and walk from one shop to another, drinking tea and holding impromptu conversations.

On one of these occasions, a stranger saw him tasting honey-cakes in company with a certain scholar. The stranger, whose knowledge of Sufism was limited to popular conceptions of the devoutness of dervishes, exclaimed aloud in the market-place: "Shame upon the dervish who consorts with mere pedants! When a man has the choice of significant inner reflection and yet persues childish things, he is surely far from attainment!"

Among those who heard him were some who were better informed as to the teacher's repute, but not his mode of action. They said: "This man of knowledge is, no doubt, sharing his wisdom with mere ordinary folk; for have Sufis not always proclaimed that academics are at all times profoundly in need of converse with men of real experience."

This thought shamed the critic. He imagined that he had learned something through what was really a shallow rebuke, based upon generalizations.

That night, however, a subtle visitant appeared to him and said: "Because you have felt real regret, you may have a real interpretation as to the case which had perplexed you. Know, therefore, that dervishes act upon others in a manner often unsuspected by those who benefit, and unimagined by observers. The inner effect upon the scholar due to his companionship with the dervish is a thousand times greater if the dervish does not dispute him. It is powerful even if the dervish does not speak of any matter of supposed consequence at all.

"An enlightened dervish who is silent or even talking about flies and ants is having a far greater effect upon the world than a scholar talking about theories and speculations, or a sentimentalist who thinks he has deep feelings."

as collected by Idries Shah
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: TIOTIT on April 20, 2008, 06:42:55 PM
The pics of fly and ant were taken this morning
while I was eating breakfast...About 10-30 am
it's 6-30 pm now...just read your post with fly
and ant...had to post them...Funny....
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on April 20, 2008, 06:45:33 PM
LOL!
Well, you can see they're sufis right off the bat!   ;)  :-*
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: TIOTIT on April 20, 2008, 06:57:58 PM
These guys were there as well
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on April 20, 2008, 07:02:07 PM
Pretty butterfly or moth there!
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on April 21, 2008, 04:17:40 PM
"Why can't we move faster?" Nasrudin's employer asked him one day. "Every time I ask you to do something, you do it piecemeal. There is really no need to go to the market three times to buy three eggs."

Nasrudin promised to reform.

His master fell ill. "Call the doctor, Nasrudin."

The Mulla went out and returned, together with a horde of people. "Here, master, is the doctor. And I have brought the others as well."

"Who are the others?"

"If the doctor should order a poultice, I have brought the poultice-maker, his assistant and the men who supply the ingredients, in case we need many poultices. The coalman is here to see how much coal we might need to heat water to make poultices. Then there is the undertaker, in case you do not survive."

as collected by Idries Shah

 :D
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on April 24, 2008, 09:07:07 AM
A disciple went to the house of a Sufi physician and asked to become an apprentice in the art of medicine. "You are impatient," said the doctor, "and so you will fail to observe things which you will need to learn."

But the young man pleaded, and the Sufi agreed to accept him. After some years the youth felt he could exercise some of the skills which he had learnt. One day a man was walking towards the house and the doctor, looking at him in the distance, said, "That man is ill. He needs pomegranates. "

"You have made the diagnosis--let me prescribe for him, and I will have done half the work," said the student.

"Very well," said the teacher, "providing that you remember that action whould also be looked at as illustration. "

As soon as the patient arrived at the doorstep, the student brought him in and said, "You are ill. Take pomegranates."

"Pomegranates! " shouted the patient, "Pomegranates to you--
nonsense!" and he went away.

The young man asked his master what the meaning of the interchange had been. "I will illustrate the next time we get a similar case," said the Sufi.

Shortly afterwards the two were sitting outside the house when the master looked up briefly and saw a man approaching. "Here is an illustration for you--a man who needs pomegranates," he said.

The patient was brought in and the doctor said to him: "You are a difficult and intricate case, I can see that. Let me see...yes, you need a special diet. This must be composed of something round, with small sacs inside, naturally occurring. An orange--that would be of the wrong color...lemons are too acid...I have it: pomegranates! "

The patient went away, delighted and grateful. "But Master," said the student, "why did you not say "pomegranates" straight away?"

"Because," said the Sufi, "he needed time as well as pomegranates. "

as collected by Idries Shah
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on May 02, 2008, 04:17:53 PM
One evening Nasrudin was stopped by a policeman. "This is a summons for driving through a 'stop' light."

The Mulla said: "When I go into court, I shall ask for it to be balanced against all the times I have stopped at the 'go' light and never been credited for it."

as collected by Idries Shah

 ;)
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on May 06, 2008, 11:11:03 PM
The Three Wisest Men in the Land of Fools, by some lucky chance, met Khidr, walking the Earth trying to impart wisdom.

"Would you like to know the Word whereby everything can be accomplished? " he asked them.

"Yes, indeed," said the Three Wisest Men.

Khidr said: "Are you ready to hear it?"

"Yes, indeed," said they.

So Khidr told them the Word.

The First Wisest Man said: "But this is a word which anyone could pronounce -- this cannot be of any use." So he promptly forgot it.

The Second Wisest Man said: "This word is too inelegant for me," and he found that he could not remember it.

The Third Wisest Man said: "It can be written down--so it cannot be of any use. It does not sound like what I expected--so it is not the right kind of Magic Word."

Then they all noticed that a deputation of ordinary citizens of the Land of Fools was waiting to hear some of their wisdom, so they hurried off to fulfil their obligations.


as collected by Idries Shah
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: Michael on May 09, 2008, 11:54:44 AM
I am very fond of Idries Shah's collected stories.
He is an interesting man himself, and I'm not sure if he is still alive - probably not.
He was quite a teacher in England, and I heard some good stories about him.
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on May 09, 2008, 02:11:31 PM
Seems that he died in 1996. You're right, he has an interesting resume (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Idries_Shah) for sure. Seems that he believed that sufiism predated islam.
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: Michael on May 09, 2008, 11:44:53 PM
I have read his book Oriental Magic, but was not too taken with it. I may try to find that novel of his.
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on May 10, 2008, 12:23:02 AM
It surprised me that he wrote a book about Gerald Gardner (certainly off the path of sufiism).
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on May 14, 2008, 11:05:27 AM
It is related that someone said to Sahl: "Many entirely worthy people oppose what you say and do. It has been said that this is because you do not compromise with them, and the progress of understanding of the Sufi Path is hindered thereby. Would it be appropriate to ask for clarification of this?"

Sahl said: "The only way in which the People of the Path can protect the Way and the disciples from narrow thinkers and destructive elements is to become unacceptable to such people. A wild animal will leave you alone if it dislikes you, so you must cause aversion if you cannot otherwise protect yourself from it.

"So when people say, 'You have tried to explain yourself to me and have failed,' this may mean, 'Unknown to me, you have made me avoid you, for the purpose of maintaining your own tranquillity.' "



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Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on May 20, 2008, 08:39:58 AM
They asked Minai: "What are we to make of the work of the teachers of the past? We read their books and the accounts of their doings and sayings recorded for us. We perform their exercises, and we visit the places of their burial and teaching. Some people say, 'Do not visit shrines"; others say, 'Do not read books.'"

Minai answered: "The similitude of this situation is as the similitude of a strong wall built in the past. The old teachers are the original masons and the present teachers are the working masons. The disciples are like the populace, for whose protection the masons
worked.

"The masons built walls, shall we say, to define certain limits. Those limits are still there, in some cases. In other cases the boundaries have changed. The present masons fix the boundaries again. In the same way, walls were formerly built for protection of the people. The climates and winds may have changed, or the people may have changed. They look at the wall, and wonder how it may shelter them. But this old wall will not now do so.

"Consequently the present masons take the bricks and make suitable walls for the people of the time. The books are bricks. Some masons ask you to read certain books. This is their instruction, for they can show you what wall to build. Some say, 'Do not read books' because they mean, 'This is not the wall we have to build'; or even, 'We have not got to the stage of building a wall.'"


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Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on June 01, 2008, 07:30:29 AM
Bahaudin Naqsband said: "When a man comes to see you, remember that his behaviour and his speech are a compound. He has not come to buy, to sell, to convince you, to give or to gain comfort, to understand or make you understand. He has almost invariably come to do or try to do all of these things and many more.

"Like the skins of an onion, he will peel off one depth after another. Finally, you will find, by what he says, what he is inwardly perceiving of you.

"When this time arrives, you will completely ignore the apparent substance and significance of his speech or actions, because you will be perceiving the reality beyond.

"Note well that the other individual, while he does this, is almost always totally unaware that he is talking the language of 'the heart' (direct communication) . He may imagine that there is a scholarly, cultural or other reason for his behaviour.

"This is the way in which the Sufi reads minds which cannot read themselves. In addition, the Sufi knows how competent at real understanding the other person is, how much he really knows--ignoring what he thinks he knows--and how much he really can progress.

"This is a major purpose of sohbat (human companionship)."
 

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Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on June 04, 2008, 01:30:22 AM
An idiot may be the name given to the ordinary man, who consistently misinterprets what happens to him, what he does, or what is brought about by others. He does this so completely plausibly that--for himself and his peers--large areas of life and thought seem logical and true.

An idiot of this kind was sent one day with a pitcher to a wise man, to collect some wine. On the way the idiot, through his own heedlessness, smashed the jar against a rock.

When he arrived at the house of the wise man, he presented him with the handle of the pitcher, and said: "So-and-so sent you this pitcher, but a horrid stone stole it from me."

Amused and wishing to test his coherence, the wise man asked: "Since the pitcher is stolen, why do you offer me the handle?"

"I am not such a fool as people say," the idiot told him, "and therefore I have brought the handle to prove my story."

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Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on June 06, 2008, 12:54:06 AM
The Gnat and the Elephant

Once upon a time there was a gnat. His name was Namouss, and he was known, because of his sensitivity, as Perceptive Namouss. Namouss decided, after reflection upon his state, and for good and sufficient reasons, to move house. The place he chose as eminently suitable was the ear of a certain elephant.

All that remained to do was to make the move, and quite soon Namouss had installed himself in the large and highly attractive quarters. Time passed. The gnat reared several families of gnatlets and he sent them out into the world. As the years rolled past, he knew the usual moments of tension and relaxation, the feelings of joy and sorrow, of questing and achievement which are the lot of the gnat wherever he may be found.

The elephant's ear was his home; and, as is always the case, he felt (and the feeling persisted until it became quite permanent) that there was a close connection between his life, his history, his very being and this place. The ear was so warm, so welcoming, so vast, the scene of so many experiences.

Naturally Namouss had not moved into the house without due ceremony and a regard for the proper observances of the situation. On the very first day, just before moving in, he had cried, at the top of his tiny voice, his decision. "O Elephant!"-- he had shouted-- "Know that none other than I, Namouss the Gnat, known as Perceptive Namouss, propose to make this place my abode. As it is your ear, I am giving you the customary notice of my intention."

The elephant had raised no objection.

But Namouss did not know that the elephant had not heard him at all. Neither, for that matter, had his host felt the entry (or even the presence and absence) of the gnat and his various families. Not to labour the point unduly, he had no idea that gnats were there at all.

And when the time came when Namouss the Perceptive decided, for what were to him compelling and important reasons, that he would move house again, he reflected that he must do so in accordance with established and hallowed custom. He prepared himself for the formal declaration of his abandonment of the elephant's ear.

Thus it was that, the decision finally and irrevocably taken and his words sufficiently rehearsed, Namouss shouted once more down the elephant's ear. He shouted once, and no answer came. He shouted again, and the elephant was still silent. The third time, gathering the whole strangth of his voice in his determination to register his urgent yet eloquent words, he cried: "O Elephant! Know that I, the Gnat Perceptive Namouss, propose to leave my hearth and home, to quit my residence in this ear of yours where I have dwelt for so very long. And this is for a sufficient and significant reason which I am prepared to explain to you."

Now finally the words of the gnat came to the hearing of the elephant, and the gnat-cry penetrated. As the elephant pondered the words, Namouss shouted: "What have you to say in answer to my news? What are your feelings about my departure?"

The elephant raised his great head and trumpeted a little. And this trumpeting contained the sense: "Go in peace--for in truth your going is of as much interest and significance to me as was your coming."


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(Oh this made me laugh today.)
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on June 13, 2008, 10:50:24 PM
A merchant kept a bird in a cage. He was going to India, the land from which the bird came, and asked it whether he could bring anything back for it. The bird asked for its freedom, but was refused. So he asked the merchant to visit a jungle in India and announce his captivity to the free birds who were there.

The merchant did so, and no sooner had he spoken when a wild bird, just like his own, fell senseless out of a tree on to the ground. The merchant thought that this must be a relative of his own bird, and felt sad that he sould have caused this death.

When he got home, the bird asked him whether he had brought good
news from India.

"No," said the merchant, "I fear that my news is bad. One of your relations collapsed and fell at my feet when I mentioned your captivity."

As soon as these words were spoken the merchant's bird collapsed and fell to the bottom of the cage. "The news of his kinsman's death has killed him too," thought the merchant. Sorrowfully he picked up the bird and put it on the window-sill. At once the bird revived and flew to a near-by tree.

"Now you know," the bird said, "that what you thought was disaster was in fact good news for me. And how the message, the suggestion of how to behave in order to free myself, was transmitted to me through you, my captor." And he flew away, free at last.

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Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: Jennifer- on June 13, 2008, 10:54:50 PM
 :)
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on June 16, 2008, 04:07:18 AM
Khamlat Posh said: "I have never refused to make anyone a disciple.  But most people are in reality, if not in appearance, incapable of benefiting from the phase of discipleship, so that they exclude themselves in fact from its operation.

"Discipleship is a matter of method, not potentiality. All mankind may have the making of a higher man. Very few have learned how to approach the problem.

"Being a disciple is being able to learn, not wanting to learn alone. Nobody knows how to learn as a natural capacity--he must be given the ability.

"Desire to learn is not the basis for learning, but sincerity is. The basis of sincerity is straightforwardness and a liking for balance. "To want to do more than you are able, and not to accept that you are not to be answered at certain times, that is failure in discipleship.

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Found on SufiMystic (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SufiMystic/)
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on June 20, 2008, 10:59:32 PM
Hazrat Bahaudin Naqshband     

One said: "What shall I do to be answered?"

El Shah answered: "You shall avoid those who imagine themselves to be the People of Salvation. They think that they are saved, or that they have the means to save. In reality, they are all but lost.

"These are the people, like today's Magians, Jews and Christians, who recite dramatic tales, threaten and cajole many times in succession with the same admonitions, they cry out that you must become committed to their creed.

"The result of this is an imitation, a sentimentalist. Anyone can be 'given' this spurious type of belief, and can be made to feel that it is real faith.

"But this is not the original Way of Zoroaster, of Moses, of Jesus. It is the method discovered by desperate men for the inclusion in thier ranks of large numbers. Far from being saved or made complete, such enthusiasts are set aside in a trained band for eventual dissolution: like a cloud which for a time seems to have substance, but which a puff of wind will banish to nothingness.

"But do not enter into controversy with them. They have been deceived to take the false for the true, because they preferred the easier to the harder test. They would see even an angel as the devil himself.

"It is always thus with the weak inheritors of the Real Ones. Just as lazy sons live off an orchard which their father tended, thinking themsleves clever, righteous and rightful owners, until--unpruned--it starts to fail.

"You will be answered if you seek the man who will refuse the easy method of preaching and practise as I have outlined it: a method suitable only for the breaking of horses and causing attachment to one's person, or the production of ignorant and helpless slaves."


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Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on July 04, 2008, 09:43:42 AM
A lone fisherman one day brought up a brass bottle, stoppered with lead, in his net. Though the appearance of the bottle was quite different from what he was used to finding in the sea, he thought it might contain something of value. Besides, he had not had a good catch, and at the worst he could sell the bottle to a brass-merchant.

The bottle was not very large. On the top was inscribed a strange symbol, the Seal of Solomon, King and Master. Inside had been imprisoned a fearsome genie: and the bottle had been cast into the sea by Solomon himself so that men should be protected from the spirit until such time as there came one who could control it, assigning it to its proper role of service to mankind.

But the fisherman knew nothing of this. All he knew was that here was something which he could investigate, which might be of profit to him. Its outside shone and it was a work of art. "Inside," he thought, "there may be diamonds."

Forgetting the adage, "Man can use only what he has learned to use," the fisherman pulled out the leaden stopper.

He inverted the bottle, but there seemed to be nothing in it, so he set it down and looked at it. Then noticed a faint wisp as of smoke, slowly becoming denser, which swirled and formed itself into the appearance of a huge and threatening being, which addressed him in a booming voice: "I am the Chief of the Jinns who know the secrets of miraculous happenings,   imprisoned by order of Solomon against whom I rebelled, and I shall destroy you!"

The fisherman was terrified, and, casting himself upon the sand, cried out: "Will you destroy him who gave you your freedom?"
"Indeed I shall," said the genie, "for rebellion is my nature, and destruction is my capacity, although I may have been rendered immobile for several thousand years."

The fisherman now saw that, far from profit from this unwelcome catch, he was likely to be annihilated for no good reason that he could fathom. He looked at the seal upon the stopper, and suddenly an idea occurred to him.

"You could never have come out of that bottle," he said, "It is too small."

"What! Do you doubt the word of the Master of the Jinn?" roared the apparition. And he dissolved himself again into wispy smoke and went back into the bottle. The fisherman took up the stopper and plugged the bottle with it. Then he threw it back, as far as he could, into the depths of the sea.

Many years passed, until one day another fisherman, grandson of the first, cast his net in the same place, and brought up the self-same bottle. He placed the bottle upon the sand and was about to open it when a thought struck him. It was the piece of advice which had been passed down to him by his father, from his father. It was: "Man can use only what he has learned to use."

And so it was that when the genie, aroused from his slumbers by movement of his metal prison, called through the brass: "Son of Adam, whoever you may be, open the stopper of this bottle and release me: for I am the Chief of the Jinns who know the secrets or miraculous happenings."

The young fisherman, remembering his ancestral adage, placed the bottle carefully in a cave and scaled the heights of a near-by cliff, seeking the cell of a wise man who lived there.  He told the story to the wise man, who said: "Your adage is perfectly true: and you have to do this thing yourself, though you must know how to do it."

"But what do I have to do?" asked the youth.

"There is something, surely, that you feel you want to do?" said the other.

"What I want to do is to release the jinn, so that he can give me miraculous knowledge: or perhaps mountains of gold, and seas made from emeralds, and all the other things which jinns can bestow."

"It has not, of course, occurred to you," said the sage, "that the jinn might not give you these things when released; or that he may give them to you and then take them away because you have no means to guard them; quite apart from what might befall you if and when you did have such things, since 'Man can use only what he has learned to use.'"

"Then what shall I do?"

"Seek from the jinn a sample of what he can offer. Seek a means of safeguarding that sample and testing it. Seek knowledge, not possessions, for possessions without knowledge are useless, and that is the cause of all our distractions. "

Now, because he was alert and reflective, the young man worked out his plan on the way back to the cave where he had left the jinn. He tapped on the bottle, and the jinn's voice answered, tinny through the metal, but still terrible: "In the name of Solomon the Mighty, upon whom be peace, release me, son of Adam!"

"I don't believe that you are who you say and that you have the powers which you claim," answered the youth.

"Don't believe me! Do you not know that I am incapable of telling a lie?" the jinn roared back.

"No, I do not," said the fisherman.

"Then how can I convince you?"

"By giving me a demonstration. Can you exercise any powers through the wall of the bottle?"

"Yes," admitted the jinn, "but I cannot release myself through these powers."

"Very well, then: give me the ability to know the truth of the problem which is on my mind."

Instantly, as the jinn exercised his strange craft, the fisherman became aware of the source of the adage handed down by his grandfather. He saw, too, the whole scene of the release of the jinn from the bottle; and he also saw how he could convey to others how to gain such capacities from the jinns. But he also realized that there was no more that he could do. And so the fisherman picked up the bottle and, like his grandfather, cast it into the ocean.

And he spent the rest of his life, not as a fisherman, but as a man who tried to explain to others the perils of "Man trying to use what he has not learned to use."

But, since few people ever came across jinns in bottles, and there was no wise man to prompt them in any case, the successors of the fisherman garbled what they called his "teachings," and mimed his descriptions. In due course they became a religion, with brazen bottles from which they sometimes drank housed in costly and well-adorned temples. And, because they respected the behavior of this fisherman, they strove to emulate his actions and his deportment in very way.

The bottle, now many centuries later, remains the holy symbol and mystery for these people. They try to love each other only because they love this fisherman; and in the place where he settled and built a humble shack they deck themselves with finery and move in elaborate rituals. The brass bottle lies at the bottom of the sea with a genie slumbering within.

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Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on July 12, 2008, 04:36:06 AM
A man who was very easily angered realized after many years that all his life he had been in difficulties because of this tendency.

One day he heard of a dervish deep of knowledge, whom he went to see, asking for advice. The dervish said: "Go to such-and-such a crossroads. There you will find a withered tree. Stand under it and offer water to every traveller who passes that place."

The man did as he was told. Many days passed, and he became well known as one who was following a certain discipline of charity and self-control, under the instructions of a man of real knowledge.

One day a man in a hurry turned his head away when he was offered the water, and went on walking along the road. The man who was easily angered called out to him several times: "Come, return my salutation! Have some of this water, which I provide for all travellers!"

But there was no reply.

Overcome by this behaviour, the first man forgot his discipline completely. He reached for his gun, which was hooked in the withered tree, took aim at the heedless traveller, and fired. The man fell dead.

At the very moment that the bullet entered his body, the withered tree, as if by a miracle, burst into blossom.

The man who had been killed was a murderer, on his way to commit the worse crime of his career.

There are, you see, two kinds of advisers. The first kind is the one who tells what should be done according to certain fixed principles, repeated mechanically. The other is the Man of Knowledge. Those who meet the Man of Knowledge will ask him for moralistic advice, and treat him as a moralist. But what he serves is Truth, not pious hopes.

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That foxy dervish!
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: Michael on July 13, 2008, 02:24:21 AM
a case of putting things in the right place
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on August 29, 2008, 11:10:38 AM
The Initiation of Malik Dinar

After many years' study of philosophical subjects, Malik Dinar felt that the time had come to travel in search of knowledge. "I will go," he said to himself, "seeking the hidden teacher, who is also said to be within my uttermost self."

Walking out of his house with only a few dates for provision, he came presently upon a dervish plodding along the dusty road. He fell into step alongside him, in silence for a time. Finally the dervish spoke. "Who are you and where are you going?"

"I am Dinar, and I have started to journey in search of the hidden teacher."

"I am el-Malik El-Fatih, and I will walk with you," said the dervish.
"Can you help me to find the teacher?" asked Dinar.
"Can I help you, can you help me?" asked Fatih, in the irritating manner of dervishes everywhere; "The hidden teacher, so they say, is in a man's self. How he finds him depends upon what use he makes of experience. This is something only partly conveyed by a companion."

Presently they came to a tree, which was creaking and swaying. The dervish stopped. "The tree is saying," he said after a moment: `Something is hurting me, stop awhile and take it out of my side so that I may find repose.'"

"I am in too much of a hurry," replied Dinar. "And how can a tree talk, anyway?" They went on their way.

After a few miles the dervish said, "When we were near the tree I thought that I smelt honey. Perhaps it was a wild bees' hive which had been built in its bole."

"If that is true," said Dinar, "let us hurry back, so that we may collect the honey, which we could eat, and sell some for the journey."

"As you wish," said the dervish.

When they arrived back at the tree, however, they saw some other travelers collecting an enormous quantity of honey. "What luck we have had!" these men said. "This is enough honey to feed a city. We poor pilgrims can now become merchants: our future is assured."

Dinar and Fatih went on their way.

Presently they came to a mountain on whose slops they heard a humming. The dervish put his ear to the ground. Then he said: "Below us there are a million ants, building a colony. This humming is a concerted plea for help. In ant language it says: `Help us, help us. We are excavating, but have come across strange rocks which bar our progress. Help dig them away.' Should we stop and help, or do you want to hasten ahead?"

"Ants and rocks are not our business, brother," said Dinar, "because I, for one, am seeking my teacher."

"Very well, brother," said the dervish. "Yet they do say that all things are connected, and this may have a certain connection with us."

Dinar took no notice of the older man's mumblings, and so they went their way.

The pair stopped for the night, and Dinar found that he had lost his knife. "I must have dropped it near the ant hill," he said. Next morning they retraced their way.

When they arrived back at the ant hill, they could find no sign of Dinar's knife. Instead they saw a group of people, covered in mud, resting beside a pile of gold coins. "These," said the people, "are a hidden hoard which we have just dug up. We were on the road when a frail old dervish called to us; `Dig at this spot and you will find that which is rocks to some but gold to others.'"

Dinar cursed his luck. "If we had only stopped," he said, "you and I would both have been rich last night, O dervish." The other party said: "This dervish with you, stranger, looks strangely like the one whom we saw last night."

"All dervishes look very much alike," said Fatih. And they went their respective ways.

Dinar and Fatih continued their travels, and some days later they came to a beautiful river bank. The dervish stopped and as they sat waiting for the ferry a fish rose several times to the surface and mouthed at them.

"This fish," said the dervish, "is sending us a message. It says: `I have swallowed a stone. Catch me and give me a certain herb to eat. Then I will be able to bring it up, and will thus find relief. Travelers, have mercy!'"

At that moment the ferry boat appeared and Dinar, impatient to get ahead, pushed the dervish into it. The boatman was grateful for the copper which they were able to give him, and Fatih and Dinar slept well that night on the opposite bank, where a teahouse for travelers had been placed by a charitable soul.

In the morning they were sipping their tea when the ferryman appeared. Last night had been his most fortunate one, he said; the pilgrims had brought him luck. He kissed the hands of the venerable dervish, to take his blessing. "You deserve it all, my son," said Fatih.

The ferryman was now rich: and this was how it happened. He was about to go home at his usual time, but he had seen the pair on the opposite bank and resolved to make one more trip, although they looked poor, for the "baraka", the blessing of helping the traveler.  When he was about to put away his boat he saw the fish, which had thrown itself on the bank. It was apparently trying to swallow a piece of plant. The fisherman put the plant into its mouth. The fish threw up a stone and flopped back into the water. The stone was a huge and flawless diamond of incalculable value and brilliance.

"You are a devil!" shouted the infuriated Dinar to the dervish Fatih. "You knew about three treasures by means of some hidden perception, yet you did not tell me at the time. Is that true companionship? Formerly, my ill luck was strong enough: but without you I would not even have known of the possibilities hidden in trees, anthills and fish–of all things!"

No sooner had he said these words than he felt as though a mighty wind were sweeping through his very soul. And then he knew that the very reverse of what he had said was the truth. The dervish, whose name means the victorious king, touched Dinar lightly on the shoulder, and smiled. "Now, brother, you will find that you can learn by experience. I am he who is at the command of the hidden teacher."

When Dinar dared to look up, he saw his teacher walking down the road with a small band of travelers, who were arguing about the perils of the journey ahead of them.

Today the name of Malik Dinar is numbered among the foremost of the dervishes, companion and exemplar, the man who arrived.

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Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: Michael on September 02, 2008, 10:18:12 PM
lovely tale for my bedtime - I'll dream of ants and trees and fish
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on January 14, 2009, 07:50:04 AM
Such was the repute of Abdul Qadir that mystics of all persuasions used to throng to his reception hall, and the utmost decorum and consideration for the traditional manner uniformly prevailed. These pious men arranged themselves in order of precedence, of age and according to the repute which their teachers had enjoyed and their own precedence in their own communities.

Yet they vied with one another for the attention of the Sultan of the Teachers, Abdul Qadir. His manners were impeccable, and nobody of low intelligence or lack of training was seen at these assemblies.

One day, however, the three shiekhs of Khorasan, Iraq and Egypt came to the Dargah, guided by three illiterate muleteers. Their journey from Mecca, where they had been on a pilgrimage, had been plagued by the inelegance and caperings of these men. When they saw the assembly of the Sheikh they were made as happy to think of their release from their companions, as they were by their desire to glimpse the Great Sheikh.

Contrary to the usual practice, the Sheikh came out to meet them. No sign passed between him and the muleteers. Later that night, however, finding their way to their quarters, the three sheikhs glimpsed by accident the Sheikh saying goodnight to the muleteers. As they respectfully left his room, he kissed their hands. The sheikhs were astonished, and realized that these three, and not they, were hidden sheikhs of the dervishes. They followed the muleteers and tried to start a conversation. But the chief muleteer only said: "Get back to your prayers and mumblings, sheikhs, with your Sufism and your search for truth which has plagued us during thirty-six days' travel. We are simple muleteers and want nothing of that."

This is the difference between the hidden Sufis and the superficial ones.

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Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: Jahn on January 15, 2009, 07:28:55 AM

So - am I hidden or esposed?  :-\
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: nichi on February 15, 2009, 06:34:33 AM
One day a venerable hermit who had spent many years in contemplation and isolation received a visit from a celestial creature. Now, he felt, here was a result of his austerities, a confirmation that he was progressing on the road to sanctity.

"Hermit," said the angel, "you are to go and tell a certain charitable man that it has been decreed by the Most High that because of his good works he is to die in exactly six months from now and to be taken straight to paradise."

Delighted, the hermit hurried to the house of the charitable man. When he heard the message the charitable man immediately increased the amount of his benefactions, hoping that he could help more people, even though he had already been promised paradise.

But three whole years passed, and the charitable man did not die. He continued his work unconcerned. But the hermit, feeling frustrated that his prediction had not turned out to be true, annoyed because it seemed after all that he had had a mere hallucination, stung because people pointed him out in the street as a false prophet and pretended recipient of visitants, was becoming more and more sour, until nobody could stand his company, least of all himself.

Then the angel appeared again. "You see," it said, "how frail a thing you are. True enough, the charitable man has gone to paradise, and has in fact 'died' in a certain manner known only to the elect, while he yet enjoys this life. But you, you are still almost worthless. Now that you have felt the stings which vanity brings on, perhaps you will be able to make a start on the road to spirituality."

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Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: Nichi on May 14, 2009, 11:39:44 PM
The Story of Fire
By Ahmed el-Bedavi (d. 1276), founder of the Egyptian Bedavi Sufi Order
Retold by Idries Shah

Once upon a time a man was contemplating the ways in which Nature operates, and he discovered, because of his concentration and application, how fire could be made.

This man was called Nour [Light]. He decided to travel from one community to another, showing people his discovery.

Nour passed the secret to many groups of people. Some took advantage of the knowledge. Others drove him away, thinking that he must be dangerous, before they had had time to understand how valuable this discovery could be to them. Finally, a tribe before which he demonstrated became so panic-stricken that they set about him and killed him, being convinced that he was a demon.

Centuries passed. The first tribe which had learned about fire reserved the secret for their priests, who remained in affluence and power while the people froze.

The second tribe forgot the art and worshipped instead the instruments. The third worshipped a likeness of Nour himself, because it was he who had taught them. The fourth retained the story of the making of fire in their legends: some believed them, some did not. The fifth community really did use fire, and this enabled them to be warmed, to cook their food, and to manufacture all kinds of useful articles.

After many, many years, a wise man and a small band of his disciples were traveling through the lands of those tribes. The disciples were amazed at the variety of rituals which they encountered; and one and all said to their teacher: ‘But all these procedures are in fact related to the making of fire, nothing else. We should reform these people!’

The teacher said: ‘Very well, then. We shall restart our journey. By the end of it, those who survive will know the real problems and how to approach them.

When they reached the first tribe, the band was hospitably received. The priests invited the travelers to attend their religious ceremony, the making of fire. When it was over, and the tribe was in a state of excitement at the event which they had witnessed, the master said: ‘Does anyone wish to speak?’

The first disciple said: ‘In the cause of Truth I feel myself constrained to say something to these people.’

‘If you will do so at your own risk, you may do so,’ said the master.


Now the disciple stepped forward in the presence of the tribal chief and his priests and said: ‘I can perform the miracle which you take to be a special manifestation of deity. If I do so, will you accept that you have been in error for so many years?’

But the priests cried: ‘Seize him!’ and the man was taken away, never to be seen again.

The travelers went to the next territory where the second tribe were worshipping the instruments of fire-making. Again a disciple volunteered to try to bring reason to the community.

With the permission of the master, he said: ‘I beg permission to speak to you as reasonable people. You are worshipping the means whereby something may be done, not even the thing itself. Thus you are suspending the advent of its usefulness. I know the reality that lies at the basis of this ceremony.’

This tribe was composed of more reasonable people. But they said to the disciple: ‘You are welcome as a traveler and stranger in our midst. But, as a stranger, foreign to our history and customs, you cannot understand what we are doing. You make a mistake. Perhaps, even, you are trying to take away or alter our religion. We therefore decline to listen to you.’

The travelers moved on.

When they arrived in the land of the third tribe, they found before every dwelling an idol representing Nour, the original fire-maker. The third disciple addressed the chiefs of the tribe:

‘This idol represents a man, who represents a capacity, which can be used.’

‘This may be so,’ answered the Nour-worshippers, ‘but the penetration of the real secret is only for the few.’

‘It is only for the few who will understand, not for those who refuse to face certain facts,’ said the third disciple.

‘This is rank heresy, and from a man who does not even speak our language correctly, and is not a priest ordained in our faith,’ muttered the priests. And he could make no headway.

The band continued their journey, and arrived in the land of the fourth tribe. Now a fourth disciple stepped forward in the assembly of people.

‘The story of making fire is true, and I know how it may be done,’ he said.

Confusion broke out within the tribe, which split into various factions. Some said: ‘This may be true, and if it is, we want to find out how to make fire.’ When these people were examined by the master and his followers, however, it was found that most of them were anxious to use firemaking for personal advantage, and did not realize that it was something for human progress. So deep had the distorted legends penetrated into the minds of most people that those who thought that they might in fact represent truth were often unbalanced ones, who could not have made fire even if they had been shown how.

There was another faction, who said: ‘Of course the legends are not true. This man is just trying to fool us, to make a place for himself here.’

And a further faction said: ‘We prefer the legends as they are, for they are the very mortar of our cohesion. If we abandon them, and we find that this new interpretation is useless, what will become of our community then?’

And there were other points of view, as well.

So the party traveled on, until they reached the lands of the fifth community, where firemaking was a commonplace, and where other preoccupations faced them.

The master said to his disciples:

‘You have to learn how to teach, for man does not want to be taught. First of all, you will have to teach people how to learn. And before that you have to teach them that there is still something to be learned. They imagine that they are ready to learn. But they want to learn what they imagine is to be learned, not what they have first to learn. When you have learned all this, then you can devise the way to teach. Knowledge without special capacity to teach is not the same as knowledge and capacity.’


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Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: Michael on May 16, 2009, 09:26:33 PM
and such exist why, in perforce the otherwise known as community of Tibetan Buddhists, that thereunto resides the commonly accepted principle in which due to the above mentioned explicts, only a few have the authority to teach.

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Title: Duck Soup
Post by: Nichi on August 29, 2009, 07:53:54 AM
A kinsman came to see Nasrudin from the country, and brought a duck. Nasrudin was grateful, had the bird cooked and shared it with his guest.

Presently another visitor arrived. He was a friend, as he said, "of the man who gave you the duck." Nasrudin fed him as well.

This happened several times. Nasrudin's home had become like a restaurant for out-of-town visitors. Everyone was a friend at some removes of the original donor of the duck.

Finally Nasrudin was exasperated. One day there was a knock at the door and a stranger appeared. "I am a friend of the friend of the friend of the man who brought you the duck from the country," he said.

"Come in,"said Nasrudin. They seated themselves at the table, and Nasrudin asked his wife to bring the soup. When the guest tasted it, it seemed to be nothing more than warm water.

"What sort of soup is this?" he asked the Mulla.

"That," said Nasrudin, "is the soup of the soup of the soup of the duck."


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Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: Nichi on August 29, 2009, 08:34:52 AM
"Some people," said the Mulla to himself one day, "are dead when they seem to be alive. Others, again, are alive although they seem to be dead. How can we tell if a man is dead or he is alive?"

He repeated this last sentence so loudly that his wife heard. She said to him: "Foolish man! If the hands and feet are quite cold, you can be sure that he is dead."

Not long afterwards Nasrudin was cutting wood in the forest when he realized that his extremities were almost frozen by the bitter cold. "Death," he said, "now seems to be upon me. The dead do not cut wood, they lie down respectably, for they have no need of physical movement."

He lay down under a tree.

A pack of wolves, emboldened by their sufferings during that harsh winter, and thinking the man dead, descended upon the Mulla's donkey and ate it.

"Such is life!" the Mulla reflected: "one thing is conditional upon another. Had I been alive you would not have taken such liberties with my donkey."



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Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: Nichi on August 29, 2009, 08:45:28 AM
Walking one evening along a deserted road, Mulla Nasrudin saw a troop of horsemen coming towards him. His imagination started to work; he saw himself captured and sold as a slave, or impressed into the army.

Narudin bolted, climbed a wall into a graveyard, and lay down in an open tomb. Puzzled by his stange behaviour, the men--honest travellers--followed him. They found him stretched out, tense and quivering.

"What are you doing in that grave? We saw you run away. Can we help you?"

"Just because you can ask a question does not mean that there is a straightforward answer to it," said the Mulla, who now realized what had happened. "It all depends upon your viewpoint. If you must know, however: I am here because of you, and you are here because of me."


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Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: Nichi on September 17, 2009, 05:50:41 PM
Seeing a white shape in the garden in the half-light, Nasrudin asked his wife to hand him his bow and arrows. He hit the object, went out to see what it was, and came back almost in a state of collapse.

"That was a narrow shave. Just think. If I had been in that shirt of mine hanging there to dry, I would have been killed. It was shot right through the heart."


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Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: Nichi on March 06, 2010, 09:24:00 PM
A man invited Nasrudin to go hunting with him, but mounted him on a
horse which was too slow. The Mulla said nothing. Soon the hunt outpaced him and was out of sight. It began to rain heavily, and there was no shelter. All the members of the hunt got soaked through. Nasrudin, however, as soon as the rain started, took off all his clothes and folded them. Then he sat down on the pile. As soon as the rain stopped, he dressed himself and went back to his host's house for lunch. Nobody could work out why he was dry. With all the speed of their horses they had not been able to reach shelter on that plain.

"It was the horse you gave me," said Nasrudin.

The next day he was given a fast horse and his host took the slow one. Rain fell again. The horse was so slow that the host got wetter than ever, riding at a snail's pace to his house. Nasrudin carried out the same procedure as before.

When he got back to the house he was dry.

"It is all your fault!" shouted the host. "You made me ride this terrible horse."

"Perhaps," said Nasrudin, "you did not contribute anything of your own to the problem of keeping dry."


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Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: Nichi on March 06, 2010, 09:35:27 PM
One dark night two men met on a lonely road. "I am looking for a shop near here, which is called The Lamp Shop," said the first man.

"I happen to live near here, and I can direct you to it," said the second man.

"I should be able to find it by myself. I have been given the directions, and I have written them down," said the first man.

"Then why are you talking to me about it?"

"Just talking."

"So you want company, not directions?"

"Yes, I suppose that that is what it is."

"But it would be easier for you to take further directions from a local resident, having got so far: especially because from here onwards it is difficult."

"I trust what I have already been told, which has brought me thus far. I cannot be sure that I can trust anything or anyone else."

"So, although you once trusted the original informant, you have not been taught the means of knowing whom you can trust?"

"That is so."

"Have you any other aim?"

"No, just to find The Lamp Shop."

"May I ask why you seek a lamp shop?"

"Because I have been told on the highest authority that that is where they sypply certain devices which enable a person to read in the dark."

"You are correct, but there is a prerequisite, and also a piece of information. I wonder whether you have given them any thought."

"What are they?"

"The prerequisite to reading by means of a lamp is that you can already read."

"You cannot prove that!"

"Certainly not on a dark night like this."

"What is the 'piece of information?'"

"The piece of information is that The Lamp Shop is still where it always was, but that the lamps themselves have been moved somewhere else."

"I do not know what a 'lamp' is, but it seems obvious to me that The Lamp Shop is the place to locate such a device. That is, after all, why it is called a lamp shop."

"But a 'Lamp Shop' may have two different meanings, each opposed to the other. The meanings are: 'A place where lamps may be obtained,' and 'A place where lamps were once obtained, but which now has none.'"

"You cannot prove that!"

"You would seem like an idiot to many people."

"But there are many people who would call you an idiot. Yet perhaps you are not. You probably have an ulterior motive, sending me off to some place where lamps are sold by a friend of yours. Or perhaps you do not want me to have a lamp at all."

"I am worse than you think. Instead of promising you 'lamp shops' and allowing you to assume that you will find the answer to your problems there, I would first of all find out if you could read at all. I would find out if you were near such a shop. Or whether a lamp might be obtained for you in some other way."

The two men looked at each other, sadly, for a moment. Then each went his way.


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Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: Nichi on September 02, 2010, 04:51:22 AM
When the Waters Were Changed
from ‘Tales of the Dervishes’ by Idries Shah


Once upon a time Khidr, the Teacher of Moses, called upon mankind with a
warning. At a certain date, he said, all the water in the world which had not
been specially hoarded, would disappear. It would then be renewed, with
different water, which would drive men mad.

Only one man listened to the meaning of this advice. He collected water and
then went to a secure place where he stored it, and waited for the water to change its character.

On the appointed date the streams stopped running, the wells went dry, and the man who had listened, seeing this happening, went to his retreat and drank his preserved water.

When he saw, from his security, the waterfalls again beginning to flow, this
man descended among the other sons of men. He found that they were thinking and talking in an entirely different way from before; yet they had no memory of what had happened, nor of having been warned. When he tried to talk to them, he realized that they thought he was mad, and they showed hostility or compassion, not understanding.

At first he drank none of the new water, but went back to concealment, to
draw on his supplies, every day. Finally, however, he took the decision to drink the new water because he could not bear the loneliness of living, behaving, and thinking in a different way from everyone else. He drank the new water, and became like the rest. Then he forgot all about his own store of special water, and his fellows began to look upon him as a madman who had miraculously been restored to sanity.

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Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: Michael on September 02, 2010, 08:10:42 PM
That's a classic Sufi theme.

I'm not so sure it happens exactly that way. I see it more as a gradual change. But nonetheless, I was thinking on this issue only recently. I do see that continued consumption of certain 'foods' lead to a subtle yet definite change in an area I am most focused on.

These foods are not just tummy foods, although they are important. Steiner certainly believed that tummy foods caused a dramatic change, and thus processed and mass-produced foods caused people to lose the capacity to apply our ideals to our life, and so the capacity to change ourselves according to our intent.

What really matters is what you spend your time focusing on - people, books, TV, music, ideas, and the quality of the air you breath.
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: Jahn on September 03, 2010, 05:36:21 AM
and the quality of the air you breath.

And the quality of the place where you spend the most of the time in your life.
The bed.


Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: Michael on September 04, 2010, 10:20:23 PM
There is another story, I think related by Shah, which you may come across, that has not so easy a resolve.

A man lived in a village. He somehow got the idea that the village he lived in was not the only reality. He left and went on a long journey.

After many years he returned, and told his fellow villages that there existed another place. This other place he said, was exactly the same - everyone in the village also existed exactly the same in this other place. The villages believed he had gone mad, and left him to his stories.

However the man lost all reason for living, and slowly he gave up everything he had and everything he did. He wilted away, and slowly died.
Title: Re: Idries Shah
Post by: Nichi on April 04, 2011, 08:00:37 AM
The Camel and the Tent

A Bedouin, making a long desert trek, pitched his small black tent and lay down to sleep. As the night grew colder his camel woke him up with a nudge. "Master, it is cold. May I put my nose inside the tent to warm it?" The traveler agreed, and settled down to sleep again.

Scarcely an hour had passed, however, before the camel began to feel colder. "Master, it is much colder. Can I put my head inside the tent?"

First his head was admitted to the tent, then, on the same argument, his neck. Finally, without asking, the camel heaved his whole bulk under the cloth. When he had, as he thought, settled himself, the bedouin was lying beside the camel, with no covering at all. The camel had uprooted the tent, which hung, totally inadequately, across his hump.

"Where has the tent gone?" asked the confused camel.

Abdul-Aziz of Mecca
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Mysterious!