The Sufi Map of the Self

I just finished The Sufi Map of the Self by Haeri, Shaykh Fadhlalla on Kindle for Android!

This book is just magnificent …. I managed to complete the assignments, they have helped me to remember that whether adept our beginner, the Way is given and has to be received as a gift. The Way is Love, it is practical, travel it.


The pair that is returned
in repair
The two hemispheres
of one sphere
The unsticking of the stuck
The refloating of the sunk
The recycling of your junk
The raising of your dead aim
Is all possible

What is lacking?
All are flawed
‘In my weakness
Is my strength’ …

The clear and urgent will
Prior to the inevitable event
Of the dead line …
Is the life line,
Thrown into the storm
Of opposing choices …
Hypocrisy is the only crushing ill …

All are flawed.

Do not pretend …. tend
Do not precare …. care
Do not premind …. mind
Do not premeditate …. meditate

All are flawed.

From the womb
to the tomb
Two beads on the tesbih
That’s all they are
Giving birth and death,
Two names, two angels
Repaired by the other 96 and one

All are flawed.

Love is the thread
For the beads
Of the breaths of your life
It takes work to
Look forward to your death
With as much symbolic excitement
As you might a coital culmination
And escape hypocrisy.

All are flawed.

Your soul awaits
A germination
Either here,
Or there
if you miss it here,
And hope, is it all there is
From here to there,
The letter t?

All are flawed
Until wed once more there.

Some it seems are taken there,
Returned to here
Ere folks lose hope
That One’s repair can ease the way


A worder’s invitation ….

In the beginning is the Word …. In the end is the Word …. now is the Word ….

A worder knows how to work with letters,
Letters let matter happen;
matters expect words to happen.
A worder husbands words for Love,
They are his sheep.
The worder knows the double you order,
The transparency,
Knows the ebb and flow of light ….
When there is no worder working,
Words can empty, break and fail.

I am a worder …. I am in Hull ….
Come to Hull ….
A conversation in my taxi,
Simply pay as you go,
An hour or a day, whatever you say
Move your mountain,
Come to Hull
One, two or three at a time ….
While there is still time ….
Come ….

Or, for more formal treatment
A counsellor can be found
Online, or on Hull’s own ground,
DRT – Diction Resolution Therapy

What is the post-code of Hull?
HU ….
What is my post-code?
HU11 ….


(poem 161 by Rumi translated by AJ Arberry ISBN 0-226-73151-0)



Andre Amador

On the sand a beachhead
Of sanity,
a world despairing,
via One
conscious contact,
The spiritual principles
Of life are affirmed,
A message carried.

“There is One who has all power …” (12 Steps)



The mastery of any field is arrived at by the exercising of power through experimentation. The Master of the Unified Field arrives similarly and practically despite theories that predict the existence or otherwise of the Unified Field.

Creation is perfect now.

To approach any existential appearance that seems problematic without the courtesy of extending perfection to the Singularity first, renders any such approach tainted.

Per facio, through doing or making, is the Latin rootage of perfect. “Every day God is about a business”, is resourced from Islam and describes a Universal doing that is creation. “If it’s not practical it’s not spiritual”, is resourced from the discourse of the 12 Step recovery texts of the Narcotics Anonymous programme.

So there is a deep redemptive practicality about prayer and meditation. Spiritual principles of creativity make the Universe appear from the 90% Unseen that mystics call The Beloved and physicists describe as Dark Matter.

Practical solutions to any visible problem are waiting to gush forth from the Invisible when the place has been fully prepared for their reception.

That preparation is essentially one of clarifying the actual problem.

The problem facing cultural leaders presently is one of diction, their words are broken. The repair of words is a job for The Word, The Logos.

When you’re ready then …. diction resolution.




The world thinks me stupid to waste my energy on the invisible unprovable promise of prophetic line, so what?
The world says flaunt yourself to make an impact to maximise profit, to sell, sell, sell your way to hell: so what?
Am I sorry? Sorry not to have sold my intelligence quotient of 164 for the pile of gold it could have bought, absolutely not, so what?
I have made mistakes and I approach my destiny free from worry. The mark of sanity is to be able to stop. I don’t have to make a fool of myself trying to fit any more into the impossible expectations of deniers or expecters, so what?

Now ….

Back to the future of 22/12/17 …. addendum

As the events unfold, my idiocy seems less idiotic, as the crisis deepens, my foolishness stands clear.

To make a mistake is necessary to learn anything.

To commit an offence is sometimes unavoidable in law and within the changeability of cultural dynamics.

To keep doing the same thing expecting a different result, is insane according to Einstein.

To imagine that you are actually in Humankind, when in fact you are still in Mankind, is to imagine that one word is exactly the same as another.