“Journey of Pearls” by Musa Askari

JOURNEY OF PEARLS by Musa Askari

Listen at http://www.blogtalkradio.com/rysa/2011/06/14/art-and-ascension 

You tell me your story. I will tell you mine and somewhere along that road of sharing, perhaps we may encounter one another more deeply than otherwise would have been possible. Seeing and hearing in our testimonies some glimpse of that which unites us. That which beckoned us here now to be before one another.  Long before we met and spoke of our lives something has always been running through all our lives, an invisible thread of connection. What could be more invisible than Life itself, Than Soul? Whose presence, coming and going is outside of all our hands. 

As those beautiful pearl threaders sitting in silence, their act of fashioning a pearl necklace itself a meditation. As they reach for each pearl it represents a life, yours and mine, and so the time passes having placed one pearl beside each other they lay it before them and the pearls start to sing and vibrate. Listen! For now we can hear their story of how they were plucked from the depths of the oceans, carried upon boats and brought to shore. Taken from “eternal rest” they journey now in “perpetual motion”. Traded and sold, bartered and exchanged passing from hand to hand, homeless, placeless, until they arrive in the midst of the Master Pearl Necklace Maker. Tucked away in some side street of some busy town. Waiting as they do for that “moment” when the hand from above reaches in to the bag in which they have travelled and plucks them again and adds them to the already threaded pearls.  

Listen more intently and one can hear how they tell us of their beauty and sparkle, that inner light which never left them even in the dark. They have a message for us, that despite the wear and tear of life, of being discarded, disowned, moved from place to place as some object to posses, that despite all this sheer negligence they have kept themselves intact. Their beauty unaffected, untainted, as pure as when they were created. Pearls of Wisdom. For only one reason they came in to this world, retained their beauty, so that one day a craftsman par excellence may reach for them and make of them a greater thing of beauty never imagined. Beauty upon Beauty. It is for this union they waited uncomplaining.  

To read one’s story aloud either to oneself or to another is transforming. A moment of deep encounter, of healing. How many stories waiting not only to be told but also heard.  For hearing in the echo of the words from another one somehow hears another voice, another story, a long forgotten memory perhaps. Of what we once were and may be again.  We perhaps are affected deeply by certain stories for in their telling we hear our own. Either a consistent narrative or a flash or two where two paths cross. Where two lives intersect one another. Should one be able to recognise those instances consider it a gift between friends. 

For my part I was and remain deeply grateful for in the form of one life, in the life of one man I am able to say wholeheartedly I found a friend, teacher, guide who happened to be my father also. I refer to Syed Hasan Askari. 

His life for me was more than socio-historic. More than the worldly identity of a husband, father and scholar. More than simply the sum of all the inter personal actions taken by a man who found himself present in a given social ethical context. More than the value judgements society may make on any life. I saw another life beneath the layer of the outer life. I heard another story in his story. 

To hear someone’s story is also to befriend them. True friendship for me knows no boundaries of race, culture, nation, religion, a believer or not (in the conventional sense) or a seeker. Friendship reaches across all such boundaries and leaps forward, should we allow it, to another mode all together.

As I wrote in my tribute to my late father after his passing; “friendship in the sense of two becoming one. As like two hands joining together in prayer, whatever mode that prayer happens to take. You brought forward your hand, he brought forward his and together a prayer of friendship was offered up to the unseen “Friend” present in all.”  

I turned to Hasan one night in hospital, a few days before his passing, and asked him by narrating a story, “Why don’t we, right now, go back in time to that profound first self awakening moment in the history of all humanity? The unknown and unrecorded moment in history. Let us imagine a man walking along a country road, returning to his dwelling at sunset all alone. As he takes one step after another, for some unknown reason, he becomes more and more aware of his voluntary act of walking. He becomes self-conscious of his body. His hands, his feet his clothes. He asks himself would these clothes have movement if they were not draped around his body? As he finishes asking himself this question he stops all of a sudden. He notices the world around him. The faint contour of the moon in the sky, the stars, the trees swaying in the wind. He asks himself if his body is also a garment? He had encountered his Soul. That he was something more than a body. Later in the centuries that followed a name would be given in different languages to this “something more”. It would come to be known as Attma, Soul, Psyche, Ruh. We do not say this person, a man or woman was of this religion or that. It was simply a person walking along a path looking about their world and asking questions.” Hasan looked directly at me and said with a beaming and tearful smile, “Ahh, That is it. To re-discover again and again, everyday, we are….Soul-Beings!”  

(Listen at http://www.blogtalkradio.com/rysa/2011/06/14/art-and-ascension “Read Your Stories Aloud”. Musa Askari reads this reflection  in conversation with blogtalkradio Host/Artist/Writer Nancy Wait & fellow guest Artist/Therapist/Teacher Louise Oliver)

7 thoughts on ““Journey of Pearls” by Musa Askari”

  1. Oh, Musa, I’m so glad to see that you have posted the text of your extraordinary reading on my show a few days ago! It’s lovely to savor the thoughts and words that rushed by me much too quickly, filled as they were with multi-layered ideas and perceptions that beg the kind of consideration a personal reading in one’s own time allows.

    It is my hope, and I’m sure that of the many others who know you, that you will one day not only bring your father’s words back into print, but your own as well. Your depth of insight adds much to the world.

    For me it is truly gratifying to encounter one who so clearly believes as I do that sharing our stories aloud is ‘transforming.’ I love the way you have expressed in this paragraph:

    “To read one’s story aloud either to oneself or to another is transforming. A moment of deep encounter, of healing. How many stories waiting not only to be told but also heard. For hearing in the echo of the words from another one somehow hears another voice, another story, a long forgotten memory perhaps. Of what we once were and may be again. We perhaps are affected deeply by certain stories for in their telling we hear our own. Either a consistent narrative or a flash or two where two paths cross. Where two lives intersect one another. Should one be able to recognise those instances consider it a gift between friends.”

    I am so grateful to have made your acquaintance — and I’m grateful too for this technology that can bring us together across an ocean to share words and voices.

  2. Dear Musa,
    We so enjoyed hearing your voice as you read your story on the radio and encourage anyone who hasn’t listened yet to do so. You painted a beautiful story of the pearls that have very different origins but are strung on the same cord. Separately they each have value, but strung together they reflect one another and become priceless. Their beauty is untainted because the shell that kept them separate was removed. So often the ideas you share in your blog and on Twitter display the Divine shining from within you.
    Love,
    Lee & Steven

  3. Thank you for posting the text here, Musa. It was wonderful to hear you speak it on the radio and good to be able to read at leisure. Telling our stories aloud puts them in another context and I very much enjoyed sharing with you on the night. It is, as your father said:- ” To re-discover again and again, every day, we are…Soul Beings.”

  4. I love the analogy of “pearls” for souls and the thread that joins us. I’m only just beginning to see the world this way and your words are so enlightening and thought provoking. They raise more questions but that is good I think

  5. Ah, Musa…beautiful–stories within stories, and each one a “store-house” full of grain–the sweetest wheat and barley. And so many traditions use beads as a form of prayer. Getting the body involved in prayer is essential, in my view…so many want to discount the body…but our fingers, our toes…all holy, hand sculpted by the Divine. We walk as temples and sanctuaries of light, let our fingers ruminate over the beads as our hearts ruminate over thoughts of love, fingers pouring love over love like candy on the tongue. The fingers spread light.

    And stories…They have the power to heal, to transform, to change us all. And part of their power comes from the listeners…Stories open the soul–to listen with the heart.

    You and your father…You are blessed to have one another to this very day.

    Peace,

    Joseph Anthony

  6. Beyond the stories we tell ourselves exists the Legend we know of our Truth. While the stories weave an invisible structure onto which the Legend can grasp a breathe once in a while, they are also the ones that, at times, tend to hold us below in the illusion of a Life built to remember the Source.
    The realization that we, all, are part of a greater whole may be the first step towards a wisdom that has the power to free us from our illusion. The realization, then, that only by exchanging our stories, we will be able to see the common threads that subtly & beautifully connect is all.
    While stories must find a space to be told, they also are seeking for hearts to listen to them. He who can offer such a space has the power to transform Life into more Live.
    Bless You, Musa, for your dear writing and your beautiful sharing.
    In Love and Light

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