Traditional Egyptian dancers perform the Tanoura, an Egyptian version of Sufi dance at Al Ghouri Palace in the old Islamic area of Cairo, Egypt June 7, 2018. REUTERS/Amr Abdallah Dalsh
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Traditional Egyptian dancers perform the Tanoura, an Egyptian version of Sufi dance at Al Ghouri Palace in the old Islamic area of Cairo, Egypt June 7, 2018. REUTERS/Amr Abdallah Dalsh
Mevlevi Dervishes
A Stream of Light Moving Through Ages
A Stream of Light Moving Through Ages
There are moments in human history when certain souls appear not as isolated figures, but as expressions of a single continuous Power — a river of awakening flowing through time. Saints have long said: the path of realization is not created anew with each Teacher, but is carried by the Masters, generation after generation, like a flame passed from lamp to lamp so it never goes out.
This is the Great Tradition.
It has no beginning and no ending. It rises wherever the human heart cries out for truth.
It steps into the world whenever the world has forgotten the inner path.
It lives through many bodies, many names, many voices.
It is one Power, one Light, one Sound — expressed through countless Masters across the ages.
The Masters do not come to found religions. They come to awaken souls.
But human beings, longing for certainty, often turn mystic schools into religions — fossilized echoes of once-living truth. The Masters do not condemn this; they simply continue their work through new forms, new bodies, new eras, so that the living connection to the inner Power does not fade from the earth.
There were nights in Hathras when the hut seemed no larger than a lantern, but the light within it reached far beyond its walls. On such nights, when the air was still and the small clay lamp flickered against the mud plaster, Tulsi Sahib would speak not in prose, but in song — a stream of inner seeing shaped into verse.
-- from the very latest Sant Mat publication, Tulsi Sahib: The Hidden Flame of Hathras, December 4th, 2025: https://archive.org/details/tulsi-sahib-the-hidden-flame-of-hathras/mode/2up
Shaksaaz, a tailor in the Kashmiri city of Srinagar, inherited his passion for local Sufi music from his grandfather along with a meticulous
Hajar Ali @reverse.orientalism
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"Exercise for 'reversing space,' which involves sitting very still, with all attention focussed in the centre of the chest, and slowly surrendering and realising that instead of looking you are being observed; instead of hearing, you are being heard; instead of touching you are being touched; instead of tasting you are food for God and are being tasted... it is most certainly necessary to seek, to ask the question; rather than pushing away the answer by chasing after it, one must ask and listen at the same time, in trust and good faith that the answer is contained in the question."
~ Reshad Feild, 'The Last Barrier'
[Ian Sanders]
Sufism," according to the Sufi, "is an adventure in living, necessary adventure.
Idries Shah, The Sufis