Radial soul cries, Elohim has dispersed downwards, forming your vowels, your consonants your dark and light syllable materials. But you trend upwards towards the Orb of Love. These are the Words, self-listening. (The Reading 7:21)
Clothing that is naked signs, woven like sex.
There was a man who said that in later reincarnations, there would be people “who are dressed, yet naked.” Cast your gaze around the city, and see that the time of the later generations is here.
It’s not a good time, nor a bad time. Not a time of awakening, nor of sleep. It’s not religious metaphor, nor is it scientific academia. It’s just the naked truth, tailored.
I am a tailor of nakedness.
Now, just so people don’t mistake my intent, let me remind you that this blog has nothing to do with Judaism, Islam or Christianity, Kabbalah and Sufism. I’ve never been part of these religions or schools of thought, not studied their texts under their teachers nor participated in their embodied traditions. I’ve got a record of posts that refer to their texts, but only in ignorance of these cultures — a style of posting I have since ceased, due to the confusion it brought.
I respect traditional Islam’s responses to these stories. In particular, I remind my Western readers not to pre-judge the Muslims on their usage of the book they carry. And we must be cautious in relating to the Islamic subjectivity of embodied piety — and, when tempted to criticise, must always ask ourselves — for what purpose do we wish to criticise? There’s always a political subtext to any critique, so what’s our politics? And if we can’t answer that sensibly, morally, then it is better to hold our tongue.
So you find in this blog cannot be called “proper” Islam, or even “proper” Sufism. Further, it has no colonial intent to affect or challenge Islam’s multiplicity of practices nor its own communal evolution: it is something completely separate without a political agenda other than to lay down what I believe.