Showing posts with label glastonbury. Show all posts
Showing posts with label glastonbury. Show all posts

Friday, 13 November 2009

Going Round in Circles, Sufism in Glastonbury







Although Glastonbury is too small to whirl in, none-the-less, surprisingly, enough people shuffle carefully around in the right circles for a form of Westernised Sufism to flourish. This then, is a rough, simplified, non-inciting exploration of Islam and Sufism through the lens of the Alternative Types. 


Sufism is the mystical, very twiggy branch of Islam, responsible for inspiring much of the secondary growth of Islam across the world, yet persecuted for over a millennium by some of the harder-nosed religious orthodoxy for sounding intoxicated, not reading the Qu’ran in precisely the three, four or seven different ways allowed and for writing love poetry like pink khirqah-wearing girls. Sufis are normally very accepting and understanding about it all, preferring to smile in a thoughtful way, be nice and calmly side-step the thornier issues, leaving them more time to dreamily contemplate beautiful youths and get closer to the Beloved.


Seeking the Beloved has to be carefully achieved in case a mystical truth discovered on the way to bliss reveals ideas at odds with the Qur’an. This would be blasphemous and of course, blasphemy is still one of the worst sins ever, on a par with deciding Islam isn’t for you after all. Sufis have walked the fine line adeptly, adroitly and advisedly over the long years.


Originally, Sufism was the response to a need for spiritual depth lost in the drier interpretation and perceived worldliness of early Islam. They were known as Those Who Cry A Lot. In spite of this, Sufis got over it and moved on and they still explore that self-same mystical yearning, this time with a strong un-quivering lip. 
As with any follower of Islam, Sufis believe in the Way revealed through the Last Prophet and written down as the Qur’an. This is Allah’s last unveiling of all truth, only in Arabic, finally and for all time, that’s it, there you go, that’s your lot. For quite a while, that was enough for everyone- Caliph, beggar and desert nomad. But then, two centuries later, along came the Hadith, compiled from the well-remembered sayings, thoughts and perfect actions of Mohammed (peace and love be with him). And then, later still, the precipitous, un-climbable range of life-defining laws, the Sharia*.


Even so, the Sufi couldn’t resist adding a vast amount of poetic garnish, and thank the Beloved they did. For they created some of the most exquisitely profound, transcendent and heart-lifting prose and poems ever written down by a human. It is this quality more than any other that initially called Glastonbury hippies to the woolly folds of Sufism. 


It can be difficult for any would-be Sufi to decide which of the many lineages of Sheikhs they feel drawn to follow. Like breakfast cereals, Sheikhs are all slightly different, all slightly the same, with more or less similarly attractive packaging, each offering an equivalent spiritual nutritional base. It’s just about spotting the tastiest amongst the many sugary breakfast cereals on offer.




Lacking any form of spiritual insurance brokerage, the would-be Sufi may have to read many labels before reaching out for the right one.
Once poured into the empty bowl, so to speak, the chosen Master will begin to instruct his student by speaking at length and in detail about how to interpret the difficult, potentially opposing and confusing bits of Sufi and mainstream Islamic writing in the safest way. For he who would know Allah talks much. Then after years of learned thought and poetry, close to final understanding, the student may find their deep need to reach beyond words becoming unbearable. For he who would know Allah becomes silent. The chosen Sheikh then takes a step back, acting as a guide by dropping an occasional pithy insight for the student to follow. Eventually, if all goes well, the aspirant gets to bathe in the eternal love of Allah, (may His name appear in all manner of vegetables and fruit) and become Sufi proper.


Obviously, being a Sufi is kind of intrinsically bound to the experience of being a Muslim and has always been at the root of the Sufi faith. But the slow journey of traditional Sufism would never excite the buyers in the modern get-enlightened-quick religious marketplace of the West. A cleaned up, simplified, user-friendly Universal Sufism however, that down-played an observance of the Qu’ran and all that stuff, concentrating instead on the mystical journey towards universal love and poetry most certainly would. The pill is further sweetened by the thrill of getting a new name, a slinky headscarf and copious amounts of hibiscus tea without ever having to learn Arabic. This certainly helps in hitting the spiritual spot. It has actually become a studied fashion statement amongst some of the more spiritually discerning Glastafarian women. As one was heard to say, “This hijaby thing is so cool and decorous that now I just wouldn’t be seen out without it. And it works like magic. Men only see the headscarf and not the woman under it. That should keep their out of control, twisted, depraved,godless lust firmly in their hearts where it belongs. ”




* The iron constraints of Sharia, the unchangeable medieval system of Islamic laws can be made to fit everyone living in the modern world, even if there needs to be a judicious but kindly pruning of fingertips or chopping down of height first. Think on this.

Tuesday, 20 October 2009

Extras, Extras, Extras






This is a silly list I cribbed/lifted wholesale from my book, The Heretics Guide to Vegan Cookery. It's a piss-take of some of the worst things in the New Age 'paradigm' that can be found around Glastonbury, in the South West of England. 
Just out of interest, here's a view from the other side, so to speak! http://www.thenewageblog.com/topic/new-age/




Crystal skeleton workshops. Crystal skull workshops are now so common, it’s time to find the rest of the bits. Aren’t they special and energetic too? A New Age Olduvai Gorge is needed.


Descended Masters workshop and oracle cards. Explore your dark side in three weekend courses or privately see the black unfolding of your life through insights from your own pack. Moses is the only Master to feature in both the Ascended and Descended Masters packs due first to allegedly rescuing the Jews from Egypt (good), then happily murdering thousands of other Bronze-age people because a Voice in his head told him to. (Really not good.)


Silencing your Inner Child with Spiritual Smacking workshop.


Affirmation clock. This limited edition Grandfather clock harnesses the power of dowsing to tell you yes, yes, yes with every tick and tock of its regular, individually hand-balanced pendulum. Also includes an extra hourly cuckoo feature. Remember, the time is always now to be wonderful.


Trusting your Inner Voice survivors group.


Water has a memory. Now, new super-potentised water offers up to 2 gigabytes of optimised memory for the next generation of homeopathic solutions. A water world at your fingertips.


Games for gurus to play when drunk on spirit.
1)   The Measure of a Man.’ Each guru creates the biggest manifestation he can, then measures it. The biggest wins.
2)   The Only Way is Up.’ Who can get to the Godhead first? Last one’s a false Messiah.
3)   Guru Top Trumps. Sai Baba and Krishnamurti are even Stevens with ‘Best Hair’.
The Maitreya, World Teacher™ has only got one follower so you don’t want that one in your hand. He is the worst card in the deck.
If Jesus comes up against John de Ruiter, then on ‘Longevity’ and ‘Using Charisma to Get Girls’, John de Ruiter soundly trumps Jesus. Both tie on ‘Being God’, and ‘Having Long Hair and a Beard’, but Jesus trumps John on pretty much everything else. Overall, the Original Messiah is still the best card in the deck.


Once a hundred people learn to be brain surgeons, then through the power of morphic resonance, it becomes really easy and everyone can do it. This amazing force can be applied to anything new and potentially difficult.


One of the best kept secrets is out! Now you can create your very own orbs instantly with Orbro Magic Dust™. With just a pinch of Orbro Magic Dust™ and a flash-enabled digital camera*, you can surround yourself with spirits and fairies whenever you like. Amaze and impress your New Age friends. Hours of orbtastic fun for all. Only £27.99.
*Digital camera not included.


If your child plays with their food, and you’ve already carefully placed food in the correct auspicious places on the plate, consider using Arnold Wang Plate Dividers® to make sure it stays where you put it. Used by Feng Shui family experts the world over, these food-grade plastic dividers retail at only $30 each. (Handling, postage and/or shipping charges apply.)
No more negativity. Divide and conquer with Arnold Wang.


The Intestine Prophesy. Discover the nine secret steps the ancients knew and maybe one day you too will be empowered and achieve the perfect stool.


The Hundred Year point was discovered accidentally by Princess Aurora in 1536, when she pricked her finger while spinning wool. This anaesthetising acupuncture point is one of the most potent of all points and so must be used with caution.


Self help books. How to steal from people without being caught.


Attract druids into your garden with a Metheglin Druid Feeder®. Spot common druids like the red ovate, the hooded bard and the merlin, or rare migrant druids such as the Gaulish veledas or the mistle-toed Delphi pythia. If you’re very lucky, they might even form a Grove in your garden.  


As you speed towards enlightenment, make any necessary changes smoothly with The Paradigm Automatic Gear Shift™. 

Sunday, 18 October 2009







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"So...do you believe in unicorns then?"






This started as a joke question I asked someone a few years ago, not expecting her to say that she did. But she did, and not only that, but she saw them quite often. In the fourth dimension. We argued about it for a little while, but my incredulous voice finally got too high to be of any use. It was so crazy to believe in unicorns and yet she believed it to be true with every one of her twenty two activated strands of DNA.


I live, by the way, very near Glastonbury, where I work at an alternative centre. The irony is rich and absolute.


I'm a sceptical, questioning unbeliever, a godless Loki-hearted joker in a pack of earnestly serious Tarot cards. When it comes to belief, it often feels like I'm in a group of one, a lone sore thumb. I could move, it's true, find more like-minded people elsewhere, where the grass is greener, but where's the fun in that? So I choose to stay on, feeling slightly over-spleened, a little under-vented, a trifle under-understood and probably in need of a long, earnestly meaningful hug. And I ask people occasionally, when I'm feeling investigative, the unicorn question.


All of the people I've asked* since that first time have likewise replied ... (and I quote, embarrassingly and abashedly, hence the smallness...) "yes!", and it's actually getting more unbelievable than actual unicorns. But it's truly true, really really real. A section of the population honestly believe that uni-horned horses exist, either in this world, all whiffling ears and offered dreams on a whim and a spike, or happily adrift in the fourth dimension where they merrily cavort with virgins and stuff. And that's the thing.
In the twenty first century, for some, proof/TRUTH/reality can only really exist in the eye and faith-filled mind of the beholder. So whatever can be believed, will be believed by someone. You can bet your bottom dollar. It's just another acceptable paradigm amidst a multiverse of equally valid ways of perceiving the world. Except, strangely, and specifically, when it comes to mainstream truths, like science and doctors and physics and chemistry and astronomy and biology, going about all know-it-all with their proofs and falsifiable hypotheses. Seriously, who'd be stupid enough to believe all that when THE TRUTH is so obviously true.


And people say that I'm stubborn.




*(My eyebrows express incredulity far too well, so I frown when I say it, thus ensuring they stay at an even, reasonable level. Poker eyebrows.)