Our Shaykh is embarking on his ‘Grand European tour’, visiting students in Germany and France. While Shaykh is away, Sydney Sunday gatherings will not be happening in Merrylands. Gatherings will resume on 14 June, just before the start of Ramadan, inshallah.
If there was one message that has stood out for us in recent weeks, it is Love.
Shaykh Taner and Shaykha Muzeyyen blessed us with their compassion, knowledge and guidance.
Each person they met was treated with respect and spoken to as an individual.
Watching Shaykh Taner connect with the Darug Indigenous elders was inspirational.
We witnessed powerful healings and teaching that was so common sense it was almost obvious, but stated with Love it melted our hearts and opened us up to Light.
‘Alhamdulillah’ we say – all praise is due to the One who is the Most Merciful and the Most Compassionate.
Thank you Shaykh and Shaykha for bringing the Light with you and teaching us.
Sufi Teacher Taner Ansari, head of the Ansari Tariqa (of the Qadiri Rifai Tariqa), is visiting Australia in February 2015 with his wife, Sufi Teacher Muzeyyen Ansari. Here are some up-coming public events. Sufi Healing appointments are also currently available. More…
As Sufi Teacher Ibrahim Ansari has moved the Centre to Merrylands (near Parramatta in Sydney), it has been decided that the Sufi Ceremony of Rememberance will return to Sundays. Our first official meeting for 2015 will be on Sun 11 Jan, then every Sun after that inshallah, at 1pm.
You can find more info about the Sufi Ceremony of Rememberance here.
RSVP to Muhyiddin (John) Galea on 0432397694 to get the address for the new Centre.
By Shaykh Ibrahim
Our right to grow spiritually has been under attack for centuries. “Religion” has warped and deviated from its initial purpose. The essence of Religion is contain a spiritual foundation from which to understand and appreciate life. It is abuse when you are told what to believe. It is abuse to be compelled to “have faith” in something which makes no sense to you. It is contrary to the very nature of one’s heart when choice, sense and free will are removed. It is abuse when one’s heart is ignored and discounted.
When abused by people claiming to represent religion we tend to shut off all things connected to that source of pain. The refusal to accept the spiritual, though a natural consequence of abuse, is understandable. To push away all things spiritual is reactive, but perhaps childish.
To be human is to seek the spiritual, as well as to seek love, a job, family, etc. in this short life. The source of religion is the spiritual. A river has to start somewhere. The best way of accessing the spiritual headwater is through love, joy and choice. We learn through choosing and taking responsibility for those choices.
To freely give one’s heart to seek the meaning of one’s being is a Right. You deserve the Right to find your own sprititual balance. It is a human Right to explore and choose a spiritual system that is rational, moderate and embraces the vast complexity of sciences and infinite knowledge that swells over us every moment. You have the human Right to seek the Divine and fulfill your heart’s true desire.
This is the purpose of Sufism.
Nasruddin was walking past a bakery in Marrickville in the Inner West of Sydney. George, the Greek baker, was making mouth-watering baklava, sumptuous sourdough and irresistable profiteroles. Nasruddin caught the heavenly aromas wafting out of the bakery door. The bakery smelled so good he decided to stand outside the door and just keep smelling the beautiful gift from Allah. After about half an hour of Nasruddin standing and smelling, George the baker called out to him.
‘Are you going to buy anything?’ he asked.
‘No,’ said Nasruddin. ‘I’m just smelling.’
‘You can’t just smell. Either buy something or leave.’
‘It’s a free world. I can smell if I want to.’
George started to get angry. ‘Look here,’ he said haughtily. ‘I break my back making this stuff. I don’t do it for you to hang around and smell it. You need to pay me for the privilege.’
‘I do not,’ said Nasruddin.
‘Fine, I’m calling the cops,’ shouted George. He’d had enough of this Nasruddin joker.
‘Whatever,’ said Nasruddin, continuing to sniff the air and grinning with pleasure.
It just so happened that Pete, a beat cop from Marrickville Local Area Command was walking up the street at that moment. George called out to him.
‘What’s the issue, mate?’ asked Pete.
‘This character,’ George began indignantly, ‘Is smelling my bread without paying.’
‘Smelling it?’ Pete asked.
‘Nasruddin, I warned you about ticking off the locals,’ said Pete. ‘Ok, I think we can resolve this. Nasruddin, do you have any change in your pocket?’
‘Yes,’ said Nasruddin.
‘Jingle it,’ said Pete the cop. Nasruddin did.
Pete looked sardonically at George the baker. ‘You’ve been paid.’
Salaam / Hi all,
Shaykh Ibrahim wishes to say Happy Christmas to everyone. Let’s forgive and forget
Nasruddin was taking boats across the smuggling route from Indonesia to Christmas Island. Whenever he arrived on Christmas Island the authorities would be extremely suspicious because he always arrived in a shiny new boat. One particular border guard was Nasruddin’s nemesis – he made it a point to inconvenience Nasruddin as much as possible, searching every nook and cranny on every boat for asylum seekers, drugs, money, any smoking gun that would prove what he suspected – that Nasruddin was a smuggler. He never found anything except completely innocent cargo, and Nasruddin’s papers were always in order.
Years later, the same border guard had retired, and Nasruddin had moved on too. Nasruddin was working in a pub in Darwin when who should come in for a drink but the same border guard from Christmas Island. The border guard recognised Nasruddin, sidled up to him and asked ‘Ok, I’m retired now, you can tell me. It’s been eating me up. I know you were smuggling something back then, but you beat me – I could never work it out. What was it?’
Nasrudin smiled and said ‘I was smuggling boats’.
Nasruddin was on a river bank. A man on the other side of the river asks him, “How do you get to the other side?” Nasruddin replied, “You ARE on the other side!
Perhaps another way to think of Sufism is that it is industrial strength spiritual training. That means no one tells you what to do. You have a trainer (the Shaykh) who suggests and advises and counsels. The final arbiter is you: You are responsible for what you think, what you say, what you do. Sufism is adaptive, flexible and coherent. It is reasonable and moderate. It is not a religion. It is a way of helping you make better choices.