A conventionally-minded dervish, from an austerely pious school, was walking one day along a river bank. He was absorbed in concentration upon moralistic and scholastic problems, for that was the form which Sufi teaching had taken in the community to which he belonged. He equated emotional religion with the search for ultimate Truth.
Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by a loud shout: someone was repeating the dervish call. ‘There is no point in that,’ he said to himself, ‘because the man is mispronouncing the syllables. Instead of intoning YA HU, he is saying U YA HU.’
Then he realised that he had a duty, as a more careful student, to correct this unfortunate person, who might have had no opportunity of being rightly guided, and was therefore probably only doing his best to attune himself with the idea behind the sounds.
So he hired a boat and made his way to the island in midstream, from which the sound appeared to come.
Sitting in a reed hut, he found a man, dressed in a dervish robe, moving in time to his own repetition of the initiatory phrase. ‘My friend,’ said the first dervish, ‘you are mispronouncing the phrase. It is incumbent upon me to tell you this, because there is merit for him who gives and him who takes advise. This is the way you speak it.’ And he told him.
‘Thank you,’ said the other dervish, humbly.
The first dervish entered his boat again, full of satisfaction at having done a good deed. After all, it was said that a man who could repeat the sacred formula correctly could even walk upon the waves: something he had never seen, but always hoped — for some reason — to be able to achieve.
Now he could hear nothing from the reed hut, but he was sure that his lesson had been well taken.
Then he heard a faltering U YA as the second dervish started to repeat the phrase in his old way…
While the first dervish was thinking about this, reflecting upon the perversity of humanity and its persistence in error, he suddenly saw a strange sight. From the island the other dervish was coming towards him, walking on the surface of the water…
Amazed, he stopped rowing. The second dervish walked up to him and said: ‘Brother, I am sorry to trouble you, but I have to come out to ask you again the standard method of making the repetion you were telling me, because I find it difficult to remember it.’
i came across this essay, On Yoga, and Buddhism, and Enlightenment, and Knowledge and Conversation with Holy Guardian Angel, which starts out with a very detailed definition of yoga, an explanation of how yoga is an attainment, and not a method, so it cannot be “practiced”, only “attained”.
he, then, goes into great deal about buddhism and the thelemite concept known as “Knowledge and Conversation of ones Holy Guardian Angel”.
my impression, based on a light reading of the essay, is that the author wants to think of himself as an “evolved being”. he may well be, for all i know, but his method for gaining “Knowledge and Conversation of ones Holy Guardian Angel” leaves a lot to be desired, starting with his dismissal of yoga as, essentially, the equivalent of samadhi.
he says “The confusion arises largely as Eastern languages…” in my opinion, he should just stop there, rather than continuing the phrase as he does. particularly with sanskrit, there are a lot more terms for just about everything than there are in english, and his understanding of terms like “yoga” and “samadhi” differ considerably from mine.
which is why i posted this story. the point being that even the most educated among us is only educated to the extent that he understands what is said. if he doesn’t, it doesn’t matter how many degrees he has, or how many books he’s written, quite simply, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.