Secret, Magick and Rock

I have decided to pray to God.?

The decision is linked to many gray areas between what we imagined as black and white. Only those who understand more gray areas, and think with a gray spirit, free themselves from the closure of the opposing poles, and open up to the middle, with its gradients of light and shadows.

Whoever delves into anything discovers the wave nature of life, its vibrations that resist stability. But the mind must invent its rock and stone imagination to incarcerate the light in it, and then, after intensity and hardship, water bursts from it.

The mind must be deceived; it invents guidance then strays from it, so there is a meaning for misguidance and guidance, disbelief and faith. This was the mind of our ancestors, their creative genius mind without a doubt, genius to the extent that they trapped us, the descendants of their descendants, in the trap of their movement and determination, or their timelessness.?

We loved them, we cried for them, and we decided to kill anyone who tried to invent timelessness, or rather ride the wave of light, and invent the most hardened stone from hearts that are like stones or harder, to burst from it twelve fresh springs, that make us feel the bliss of the days, and the blessing of existence on this planet.

The sense of truth experienced by dreamers, stargazers, and those who love both passion and the earth is one of emptiness. I reminisce this disturbing sensation when reading about one of D.H. Lawrence’s protagonists. As he engaged in love with his paramour, he discovered flesh, bone, and tasteless screams. This pleasure, though powerful and beautiful, is not real.?

The excitement, the fervor, and the dissolution of self in pleasure—these are not authentic emotions, but rather rooted in what we imagined in heart and soul. It’s merely blood, flesh, and the friction of vocal cords.

I remembered this feeling during deep meditation on one of my journeys. Everything vanished, leaving only a buzz—the sound that medical experts still classify as a disorder or an annoyance to be eradicated. Yet, this buzz is the truth, the most unsettling and terrifying truth, a fear of void.

How does this empty buzz transform into sound, and sound into words and sentences? How do those words and sentences become something alive, with all its beauty and ugliness, its harshness and tenderness? How do people believe in this imagination they live? Faith alone holds all of this. Only if you believe will some of the energy of this buzz transform, accompanied by electricity and intensity in the third eye of Sufis and enlightened Guru, into love and hatred, disbelief and faith, truth and falsehood, light and darkness.

Thus began the primal manifestations of faith, evolving into more intricate forms within the dreams of Abraham and his progeny. Their unwavering commitment endured the test of time.

Sanctity?is the deepest feeling in human beings. It is sanctity alone—the positive feeling that encounters fear—that holds the greatest depth. And love serves as the third dimension.?

When a person sanctifies, they experience fear. Conversely, when a person fears, they become sanctified. Yet those who delve into the depths of sanctity find nothing but fear, with no sanctuary except in God—a sanctuary of love.

According to Western social thinkers, Western civilization emerges from the fusion of Hebrew traditions with Greek intellectual perspectives.

However, I consider it akin to a violation—an assault on the machine with its futile noise, unable to mimic the celestial symphony in the ears of the sick and the spiritual. This supposed union is a false ritual, a marriage that never occurred. Instead, it represents the violation of the divine spirit’s will by the Greek mindset. In the language of Karl Jünger, we might call it the ‘marriage of shadows’: the shadow of the machine, now endowed with reason—programming and technology. Thus, we perceive nothing but a feeble, senile, stagnant thought. True success lies only in verbal critique, the visual critique that neither alters reality nor stirs the immovable.

Prior to prayer, I used to favor meditation as my chosen practice. Even now, I continue meditating because of its capacity to draw in energy. However, when it comes to prayer associated with a doctrinal system that holds sacred symbols, an individual who seeks to fully experience life’s intoxicating richness should not forsake those very symbols.

The symbols are the language in which the powers of the universe inside us express themselves.?

The symbols are fair and democratic. A person who spends his entire life in prison can manifest to him and undress to him in a way that is hard for disciplined meditators thirsty for meaning in the Himalayas or the ivory towers in New York and Beirut.

Meditation is the energy of air and water, fluid and flowing. It tempts those whom Roland Barthes describes as living the experience of “bliss”, that is, the middle and rich class in Western societies.?

I do not mean only the political meaning but also the meaning associated with genes, ancestors, roots, the betrayal of the void to the language, the language of the great and noble dreams of the self and the community developed by the holy family of Abraham.

Therefore, if the stage we are in has a shortcut, just as the stage of the Arab Spring revolutions has the shortcut of the Tunisian young vegetable seller who burned himself in anger and protest, it is that Palestinian woman who stood steadfast in front of the corpeses of her relatives.

This is the secret and magic of prayer.?

I thank God that this mother was not a writer or activist, for she would have violated the secret of prayer with words, and its magic with light, not the blessed sunlight, but the light of media and social media.?

The light of the shadow, the vanity of vanities.

Western secularism now is not an evolution or an overflow from the fountains of ancient Greek philosophy. It is a mirror of the beauty of the machine, its intelligence, and its efficiency in performing human tasks.?

It is an attempt to imitate it and surpass it.

The evidence is profession. The ancient Greek philosopher, as well as its manifestation in Arabic philosophy in Andalusia, which was a paradise for philosophers, scientists, and artists, is a comprehensive world, as we can describe it today, linking between astronomy and sociology, between human biology and the symbolism of language.?

Today, academic traditions do not allow this comprehensive world, and there are no libraries or publishing houses or political entities that can stand behind the likes of the ancient Greek philosophers. As for journalists like me, if they are sincere in their jobs, they will end up as an empty trumpet for political, economic, and environmental agendas that serve the major owners of the smart machine. They alone monopolize the vision of wholeness.

The major owners see everything, and whoever dares to see, no one will see him, even he may not be able to see himself.

Therefore, it is not strange or surprising that thought and behavior derive their authentic existence from opposition, not from proposing alternatives. There are, for example, movements resisting Israel in the Arab world, opposition parties to tyrants, and anti-globalization movements.

It is not surprising that rational thought unifies with criticism, criticism of what exists, not imagining what could exist, and believing in it, as was the covenant in the past, before the glow of the machine, and the savagery of its angels.

How much a person needs in the midst of all this automatic electric light to the secret and the magic, the secret that cannot be talked about, and the magic that its owner is unable to utter.

How much we need the language of symbols and dreams, the language of verses and wonders echoed by the tongues of dreaming minds, and hearts believing in their dream, the mad and the strange amidst all this rationality that does nothing but cover the nakedness of the void, and the absurdity, and the depression, with professionalism and creativity.