On The Music Box: Al Andaluz Project – Chamesse Lachia
Thought is an errand boy, fear a mine of worries.
A lovely day here in Portland. Suns out, it is trying to warm up, and life is sweet. We just took delivery of “The JourneyBook” Rak & Tim’s UnderGrowth Project from Australia. We will be distributing it here for them. It looks very, very cool btw. I will have more info for you in the coming days. Ya gotta get a copy of this!
What’s been up around Chez Llwydd:
Well some of you may have heard, and some of you have probably not heard, that I had a preliminary diagnosis of Lymphoma last month. This of course set all kinds of things into action. I had the symptoms, well at least partially. Swollen lymph glands, tiredness. Dr. Randy a good friend had mentioned that I should get this looked at in November as I had a heck of a case of swelling. Our Dr. Julie arranged that I could get in touch with Dr. Kate Morris, a very cool oncologist at Legacy. It all culminated this week with me going in and getting a biopsy along with bloodwork and xray. This is what I sent out yesterday to friends and family yesterday after we got the results in:
“The Word Is: BENIGN!
It is not without a tale though. When the doctor went inside the lymph, it seems that it was oddly Blue & Green coloured… which happens to match the colours of my tattoo’d arm on the same side.
Theory: The lymph/immune system has been fighting my tattoo’s for a very long time. I have been working with toxins as well (paint,organic solvents etc), and in the last 18 years have had 1.pneumonia, 2.whooping cough, 3.massive allergies. 4.chest problems in general… for the last 12 of those years my body has contended with the tattoo’s as well. We have to figure the tired out as, time to start running again?
Other puzzles to puzzle out! I am contemplating having a second opinion just to make sure.”
Cool, eh? 80) I am following it up with exams at the end of the month and all. Big sigh of relief and all that!
I want to thank each and everyone who was pulling for me as I went in Tuesday for the Biopsy. I found myself as I was going under due to the sedative before the other meds hit, surrounded by and full of light etched out with the faces of friends, family and all who are dear around and within. Everything for a reason, every moment a pivotal point. I am blessed by friends, family and the company I keep. I want to thank the Sacred Fellowship who would of spirited me off to Peru for healing work if the diagnosis had gone the other way. I want to again thank Julie, Kath and Randy for being my allopathic advocates. I want to thank all the healers known and unknown who came forward and assured me that all would fall in place. It has. There was a wonderful lesson in this adventure for me. Trust your heart, your circle and the intentions of the universe.
And with that little story, let me tell ya, the print edition of The Invisible College is just around the corner.
On The Menu:
Maps – It Will Find You
The Laughing Apple & The Weeping Apple
The Poetry of Yunus Emre
Maps – To The Sky
Maps – It Will Find You
Norman Douglas | “How hard it is, sometimes, to trust the evidence of one’s senses! How reluctantly the mind consents to reality.”
Edgar Wilson Nye | “Wagner’s music is better than it sounds.”
Hubert H. Humphrey | “The right to be heard does not automatically include the right to be taken seriously.”
Jackie Mason | “Eighty percent of married men cheat in America. The rest cheat in Europe.”
Kurt Vonnegut | “There is a tragic flaw in our precious Constitution, and I don’t know what can be done to fix it. This is it: Only nut cases want to be president.”
Oscar Wilde | “The truth is rarely pure and never simple.”
Unknown | “All programmers are playwrights and all computers are lousy actors.”
Iris Murdoch | “Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.”
Franklin P. Adams | “I find that a great part of the information I have was acquired by looking up something and finding something else on the way.”
Leo Tolstoy | “Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.”
Paul Fix | “The only reason some people get lost in thought is because it’s unfamiliar territory.”
The Laughing Apple & The Weeping Apple
In olden time lived a Padishah who had three sons.
One day as the youngest was sitting in a kiosk, near which was a spring, there came an old woman to draw water. The boy threw a stone at her jug and broke it. Saying nothing the old woman went away, and presently returned with another jug. Again the youth threw a stone and shattered the jug. The woman went away as before, and returned a third time. The boy saw her, threw a stone at her jug and broke it as on the two previous occasions. Now spake the old woman:
“May you fall in love with the Laughing Apple and the Weeping Apple!” she said. With these words she disappeared.
A few days afterwards the words of the old woman began to take effect, and the King’s son was actually in love with the Laughing Apple and the Weeping Apple. Day by day he grew paler and weaker. As soon as his father heard that he was ill, he sent for the hodjas and physicians, but such an in disposition was beyond their skill.
One day a physician told the Padishah that the youth was lovesick. Upon this the monarch went to his son and asked what ailed him. The youth answered that he was in love with the Laughing Apple and the Weeping Apple. “What is to be done?” asked the father. “Where are the two apples to be found?” Then said the youth: “With your permission I will go and seek them.” The Padishah endeavoured to dissuade him, but the youth remained obstinate, determined at all costs to go in search of the apples. As his two elder brothers were willing to accompany him the father at length consented, and one day the party set out on their journey.
Up hill, down dale, and across the plains they wandered on, until one day they came to a spring where three roads met. Here was a notice set up for the information of travellers to the effect that whoever took the first road would return, whoever took the second road might return or not return; whoever took the third road would never return. The eldest of the brothers said he would take the first road, the middle brother elected to take the doubtful road, while the youngest was willing to take the road which promised no return. Ere they separated the youngest said: “How may we know which of us returns first? Let us take off our rings, put them under this stone, and as we return let each one take up his ring again.” Thus they agreed, and set out on their several ways.
The eldest walked on and on until he reached a land where there was a swimming-bath, and he engaged himself as a servant. The middle brother also wandered on and on until he came to a land where there was a coffeehouse; he entered and became an attendant.
Now we will see how the youngest fared. After long journeying he arrived one day at a spring where he saw an old woman drawing water. He accosted her with the words: “Mother, could you give me shelter just for tonight?” She answered: “My son, I have only a small hut, so small that when I lie down my feet are outside; where then could I put you?” He showed the old woman a handful of gold, and begged her to find room for him somewhere. As soon as she caught sight of the gold-pieces she said: “Come, my son, I have a large house. For whom should I make room if not for you?” Accordingly they went home together. As they sat at supper the youth asked: “Tell me, mother, where can I meet with the Laughing Apple and the Weeping Apple?”
Hardly had the question left his lips than the old woman struck him on the mouth crying: “Silence! their names are forbidden here!”
The youth offered her another handful of gold, on receiving which she said: “Get up in the morning and cross that mountain opposite; there you will meet a shepherd–the shepherd of the palace in which the Laughing Apple and the Weeping Apple are to be found. If you can win his favour you may gain admittance to the palace. But take care, and as soon as you have obtained possession of the apples make haste back to me.”
So next morning he went across the mountain and there found the shepherd, who was minding his sheep. He greeted him courteously, and the man returned the salutation. While in conversation the youth asked the shepherd about the Laughing Apple and the Weeping Apple. Hardly were the words out of his mouth than the shepherd struck him so violently in the face that he nearly fell. “Why do you strike me, shepherd?” asked the youth. “What! You still ask questions? I’ll soon silence you!” answered the shepherd, and again he struck him in the face. But the youth pleaded more earnestly than before, and gave the shepherd a handful of gold.
Being thus placated, the shepherd said to the youth: “I will now kill a sheep, so that I may make a leathern bottle of its skin; slip you into the skin. When it is evening and I drive the sheep home to the palace, you can go in with the sheep. At night when everybody is asleep go up to the first floor and steal unobserved into the chamber on the right. There lies the Sultan’s daughter in bed, and the apples will be found on the shelf near her. If you can get them away, it is well; but if not, it is all over with you.
The shepherd accordingly killed a sheep, hid the youth in its skin and drove the sheep to the serai. The youth succeeded in entering without discovery.
When night came on and everybody was asleep, the youth stole forth from the skin of the sheep, and crept carefully and slowly to the first floor. Entering the chamber indicated by the shepherd, he saw therein a bed on which lay a lovely maiden, beautiful as the moon at the full, She had black eyebrows, blue eyes, and golden hair; her equal surely did not exist in the world. So beautiful was she that the youth was beside himself with astonishment. While he gazed upon the maiden, one of the two apples on the shelf began to laugh, the other to weep bitterly. The youth shut the door quickly and ran back to the sheep. The noise made by the apples awakened the maiden. She got up, and seeing no one, looked about the room, scolded the apples for their stupidity, and lay down again.
After a while the maiden fell asleep once more, and the youth went upstairs, opened the door slowly and carefully, and entered. He took a few steps towards the apples, and again one began to laugh, the other to weep. The maiden woke up, but saw no one. “You naughty creatures!” she cried; “this is the second time you have waked me; if you do so again I shall cut you through.” Then she lay down again. When she was asleep the youth came again, opened the door, went straight to the apples, and as he took them from the shelf they began to laugh and weep. But the youth ran off, and when the maiden awoke for the third time there was nothing to be seen. “You impudent creatures!” she cried; “have you gone mad that you have waked me up a third time?” She struck them both and lay down again.
A short time afterwards the youth came a fourth time to the apartment, went to the shelf and took down the apples, which now made no sound, being angry at the treatment they had received. Quickly he made his exit and returned to the sheep.
When morning dawned the shepherd led his flock to the mountain. Then the youth crept out of the sheepskin, gave the shepherd another handful of gold, and saying “It was Allah’s will!” went back to the house of the old woman. When she saw the youth she filled a large basin with water, then killed a fowl and let its blood flow into the vessel. This done she put a plank into the water and set the youth upon it.
We will now return to the serai. When the maiden awoke, she saw that the apples were no longer on the shelf. “Oh, what has become of my apples?” she exclaimed, searching everywhere, but without avail. “Woe is me! my apples have been stolen. Three times they woke me, but I did not understand. A thief has been here!”
The maiden wept continually and sighed: “Oh, my apples! Oh, my apples!” When it came to the ears of her father, the Padishah, he ordered the gates of the city to be closed immediately, and a thorough search was instituted, but nowhere could the apples be found. He sent for the astrologers, who, consulting the stars, announced that he who had stolen the apples was at that moment in a ship on a sea of blood. “Oh, Padishah!” they said, “he must be very far away, for we know not where there is such a sea of blood.” The monarch realized that there was no chance of catching the thief, so the city gates were opened again.
The youth presented the old woman with a few more gold-pieces, and commending her to Allah, he set off again in search of further adventures. Some days later he found himself by the spring where he had parted from his brothers. Lifting the stone under which they had put their rings, he saw that neither of his brothers had yet returned. Replacing his own ring on his finger, he now set out along the road taken by his middle brother.
He wandered on and on, up hill, down dale, and across the plains, drinking water from the river, resting in the desert, listening to the song of the nightingales, till one day he came to a certain country. Entering a town he sought out a coffeehouse, and while drinking coffee and smoking his chibouque he recognized his middle brother serving coffee. His brother, however, knew him not. Calling him aside, he spoke to him, asking him so many questions that at length the elder recognized his brother. Then they both set off together and in due time arrived at the spring. The second ring was taken up and the pair now resolved to look for their eldest brother. They discovered him eventually, and made themselves known to him, and now all three returned to the spring. On the way they asked the youngest whether he had secured the apples. “Of course,” answered he, and brought them forth. They had hardly glanced at the two apples than they fell in love with them, and begged their brother to let them hold the apples in their hands. The youth com plied and gave them up. Being now in possession of the magic fruit, the two elder resolved to kill their youngest brother and divide the apples between them.
They went to a coffeehouse, where they sat down in the garden, and after ordering something to eat, asked the proprietor for a mat. In the garden was an open well; this they covered with the mat, and their youngest brother (not knowing of the well) sat on the mat and fell down to the bottom. The others, affecting not to notice his disappearance, ate, drank, and smoked, and eventually rose up and went away. When they arrived home their father asked what had become of his youngest son. The brothers answered that they had found the Laughing Apple and the Weeping Apple, but their youngest brother had taken the way from which there was no returning, and consequently they had seen him no more. The father shed tears, but hoped that if his son were still living he would find his way home before long.
Now, when the youth fell down the well, which was dry, he was not killed, but merely stunned. He soon returned to consciousness, and shouted several times in the hope of being heard. The coffeehouse keeper happened to be taking a walk in the garden. Hearing the cry he sent down a man to bring up the youth. Thanking his rescuer cordially the youth went his way, but not to his father’s house; instead, he offered himself as apprentice to a tinsmith.
One day the Padishah whose daughter’s apples had been stolen ordered a rosary of a thousand beads to be made, and this he sent by the hands of his servants into all countries. The magic power of this rosary was such that he who had stolen the apples would, on telling the beads, relate a full account of the incident. At length the rosary reached the land where the three brothers lived. When the youth heard of it he informed his master, the tinsmith, that he would tell the beads. Word was sent to the Padishah’s servants, who brought him the rosary and requested him to begin. The youth said he was willing to do so, but only in the presence of the Padishah of that land.
He was brought before the Padishah, to whom the affair was explained. The monarch consented to be a witness, and the rosary was handed to the youth, who began his task. He related a complete account of his adventures in search of the apples, and when he came to the part about his brothers casting him down the well, the rosary was finished. Now the Padishah, recognising his son, fell on his neck and kissed him, weeping for joy.
The strangers begged the Padishah to allow his youngest son to return with them, and consent was given; not, however, until the two wicked brothers had been severely punished. They started on their long journey and after many days came to the home of the apples. There the youth was taken before the Padishah, who as soon as he saw him felt his heart go out to the young Prince. The monarch ordered him to tell the beads before him.
Once more the youth related his adventure with the apples. When the story was ended the Padishah offered him his daughter in marriage, so that both the youth and the maiden might rejoice in the possession of the apples they both loved. Very willingly the young Prince consented; and with festivities lasting forty days and forty nights the lovers were united.
As they attained happiness, we will now seek our divan.
The Poetry of Yunus Emre
The Lover Is Outcast And Idle
the way of the masters
is thinner than the thinnest.
What blocked Solomon’s way was an ant.
Night and day the lover’s
tears never end,
tears of blood,
remembering the Beloved.
“The lover is outcast and idle,”
they used to tell me.
It happened to me.
I tried to make sense of the Four Books,
until love arrived,
and it all became a single syllable.
You who claim to be dervishes
and to never do what God forbids –
the only time you’re free of sin
is when you’re in His hands.
Two people were talking.
One said, “I wish I could see this Yunus.”
“I’ve seen him,” the other says,
“He’s just another old lover.”
True Speech Is The Fruit Of Not Speaking
True speech is the fruit of not speaking.
Too much talking clouds the heart.
If you want to clear the heart,
say this much, the essence of all talking:
Speak truly. God speaks through words truly spoken.
Falsity ends in pain.
Unless you witness all of creation in a single glance,
you’re in sin even with all your religion.
The explanation of the Law is this:
The Law is a ship. Truth is her ocean.
No matter how strong the wood,
the sea can smash the ship.
The secret is this:
A “saint” of religion may in reality be an unbeliever.
We will master this science and read this book of love.
God instructs. Love is His school.
Since the glance of the saints fell on poor Yunus
nothing has been a misfortune.
We Encountered The House Of Realization
We encountered the house of realization,
we witnessed the body.
The whirling skies, the many-layered earth,
the seventy-thousand veils,
we found in the body.
The night and the day, the planets,
the words inscribed on the Holy Tablets,
the hill that Moses climbed, the Temple,
and Israfil’s trumpet, we observed in the body.
Torah, Psalms, Gospel, Quran –
what these books have to say,
we found in the body.
Everybody says these words of Yunus
are true. Truth is wherever you want it.
We found it all within the body.
Maps – To The Sky