Sunday, January 31, 2016

99 names: 15: al Qahar: the Subduer


"subdue - to overcome, quieten, or bring under control (a feeling or person); bring (a country or people) under control by force" as defined by google.

as defined by this man, 
on a path of ego-eclipse, 
of isa and musa 
(the most recurring figures in the Qur'an 
- the last chapter of a Supreme book), 
of the prophet muhammad 
- peace & blessings be upon him 
for accomplishing the greatest goal of all 
- ego-death
(somehow he managed to renounce the offer to be a king, 
the position of being a god that could forgive others sins, 
the desire by some of his followers to make him a guru-deity 
whose picture should be hung on every wall 
- yet - 
no pictures, no race, no trace 
other than this path to Surrender (islam) 
- prayer, 
fasting, 
witnessing la illaha illala, 
partaking in community 
through bowing and eschewing hoarding, 
partaking in a pilgrimage 
to be one with all man, 
and in the process 
replicate the atom of life
...all praise is due indeed...) 
....................................to subdue in the context of Surrender, means to understand ALLAHoo-Akbar - ALLAH - the ONE, the ONE-ness (the sum total of all life - plant, animal, rock, planet, space, fire, time, and space) - is greater than this mere moment you are ecstatic, aroused, overwhelmed, depressed, enraged, enthralled....by...

........ALLAH is Greater than the equations that got you the right resume to get the right job, greater than the material that wraps your organs and gives you skin privileges or denigrates you gives you an air of cool, or does neither...greater than your 13-syllable jargon that you worked hard to memorize, in grad school, and parrot, or the slanguage you adorn like the $300 gucci hat you cock to the side...greater than .38 the policeman had to my head and never made the news...greater than my years of unemployment and lint-rich pockets and the jobs that made me suddenly alluring to groupie love...Greater....

...this Greatness...for the meditator, for those who think through Quiet, is humility, is to bow, is to be amazed at the Amazing, and when this is impossible...

.......when ego is so pumped with helium and outfits and degrees and trophies and awards, and over-night guests, and gas from the words and applause of the men and women of the material world who makes your head bigger than jupiter...then subdued......shhhhhhhhh'd...

.................cause now 25 and fly became 35 and oh no...mid age is right around the corner, and 19 and limelight became an addiction to lights, camera, action and applause 20, 30, 40 years later...suddenly, wrinkles, greys, tightness, pain...

......subdued in the path of Surrender is the inevitable that defeats ego...what all wo/men of the material world must face - death...

...i say the wo/men of the material world because "die before you die"...the words of the prophet - subdue your senses and become infinite...

...look up any enlightened being whose words have become inscribed in the hearts of man - gautama budhha, arjuna, laozi, zarusthra, moses, jesus, rumi - conquer your senses for they lie...

...it is written in this Supreme Book of ALLAH - in the yellow emperor and atharveda (of the rg veda) - classical medicine texts of chinese and indian medicine - the senses lie and are the primary avenue to dis-ease...

...os if you are feeling the words of the prophet feel to strict for you, to restricting, to engrossed in responsibility, unfortunately you'll keep hitting this message until you find new-age gurus who alleviate your sense of guilt, who affirm your individualism, your cling to attachments and unaccountability and irresponsibility, and you can say yeah, that's what i'm talking about...and that's the issue King/Queen...you keep talking...shhhhh....

.....d'angelo reiterated this in his mediation, 'devil's pie' - all a lie, all a lie, slice of the devils pie...

...thing is you pray, you go to church or the mosque or temple once in a while...yet and still you are engulfed by the senses, by your desire for certain foods; you salivate at hip to waist ratios of shorties in fat-booty pants, you love the feeling of being sweated, falling in love, falling in lust, over-nighting, some sip sip, some puff puff...

...subdue homie...don't be a hardrock when you really are a gem (-lauyrn hill)

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