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I wrote down my impressions of the Hermite Arcana (VIIII). They are Hermetic gleams in Sufi light as well as Sufi gleams in Hermetic light.
The hermit is the night-traveler. He explores the darkness with his lantern. The lantern, whether it be the ayat of Qur’an or the pearls of Psalms, is the sacred teaching that guides humanity to the divine. The lantern breeds light and so guides to the Light. Light guides to light because light is continuous and cannot be divided; light naturally merges into light. The Surat-al Mulq says: “You do not see in the creation of the Most Merciful any inconsistency. So return your vision to the sky; do you see any breaks?”. Radiating from the divine source, the rays of Light bring the creation of the Most Merciful to life. The night travelers journey is to the source, against the bright tides of creation to the other end of life.
In a room full of bright light, it is not possible to see the light-source. The journey to the end of light is towards the underworld immersed in darkness. In the depths of the underworld hides the divine ice-bound. There the rays of the divine light lay eternally suspended, broken into infinitely many particles, each a shard of its blazing glory. The night-traveler deathly pale on the surface is aflame at heart. In the cold of darkness, his heart yearns to merge with the divine flame. The night-traveler sees despite its splendor the reality of creation is death. Hence he is mindful of the hadith: “Die before you die”. Death is the key to hear the silent hissing of the divine flame. Only in dying can one stand at the focal point of the great vortex, where Being and Nothingness mirror and pass onto each other as “it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life”, after Assisi. It is of no surprise then Rumi, the spiritual master, invites the hermit to search the darkness:
Search the Darkness
Sit with your friends; don’t go back to sleep.
Don’t sink like a fish to the bottom of the sea.
Surge like an ocean,
don’t scatter yourself like a storm.
Life’s waters flow from darkness.
Search the darkness, don’t run from it.
Night travelers are full of light,
and you are, too; don’t leave this companionship.
Be a wakeful candle in a golden dish,
don’t slip in the dirt like quicksilver.
The moon appears for night travelers,
be watchful when the moon is full.
Jalal ad-Din Rumi (BadI’ al-Zaman Furuzanfar, Ahadis-i Masnavt (Tehran, 1955) poem 2232)
The companionship of the friends is the companionship of the friends of God. Yet how can the night-traveler be the companion of Abraham, the friend of God, when time and space separates the traveler and the companion? Time and space are simulations within the expanse of light. However in traveling the path of Death, they disappear. All spiritual masters and friends are of one essence and they are the companions of the traveler in the netherworld. Thus, searching the darkness other night travelers suddenly appear. Traveling the divine path friends find each other without looking because their sight is the light. They needed not find and merge into each other to become one, for they were already one. The heart ablaze is the divine flame. When the eyes of a friend of God look into the eyes of another friend of God, God sees God. Hence the hadith says: “The faithful mirror the faithful”.