The Golden Thread (April 11, 1995)

I found the following passages in the mid-1990’s, in this book. I thought enough of them to type them out for memory’s sake. Evidently, A.E.I. Falconar wrote about Sufi literature.

When the human voyager has freed himself from his fears and accomplished all his physiological needs, it is as if he has climbed out of a deep pit and reached the top of a high hill from where he sees a vast land stretching in every direction. He is like a poor man lifted into a limitless inheritance. In this transcendent land are all manner of beauties, poetry and art and mysticism, and beyond are ideas and places of the brain that have not yet been explored or developed…

When I started on my mental journey, the way seemed to be dark and impossible, yet I slowly found my way; and so can everyone else. I see the path to the peak experience as passing through the poetic, the emotional and the mystical regions. For the person who appreciates the beauty of poetry, the path though ecstasy and the peak experience is easy to see and it leads directly to the highest mysticism, ending in release and beyond. This is the way I know, and it is the only way I can write about but there are a hundred other ways to release and a hundred other ways for every intellect…

In meditation it is possible to dive deeper and deeper into the mind to a place where there is no disturbance and there is absolute solitude. It is at this point in the profound stillness that the sound of the mind can be heard. It is like the sea breaking on a far off reef, and it lulls the being into extreme calm. Like the sea it is a music primeval and here is no storm, only the silken waves soughing. When I listen to the sound of this sea, I sense that I am a voyager and this sound is a wind in the sails of a ship. But this sound is not of this world for other sounds are heard distinctly and cause this sound to die, though it returns with the silence. Sometimes I think it as a transcendent sound which speaks of unknown powers, of cosmic storms and sun winds sighing in the brain. This is no earthly voyage, and I see visions of ships that sail on no earthly sea. Our ships sail on upon a silent sea; no wind, there is no sound, but we move on.

Then I searched for an applicable video to illustrate the meaning of the last passage, and got this:

Who knew?