The Egyptian Sinai, & the completely exposed desert of the Zunis

Egypt, Eli! Eli! I have thought about the very boughs in my KY home's neighborhood as being yet another key to win back the fat soul of plenty that IS this N. African sand-dune. TRibalism rather said in Arabic is badivat, badu is the root=desert dweller, and Dahab was a bedouin village circa 1987...soon to be scrubbed with commercialism, but getting out of urban settings is a good motive to something spiritually full. Having gone to what my guide said was the old Cairo, makes the feeling that there was presence you could taste in what my ugly american viewpoint tells me is the in-between places. Al-Fustat, now swallowed by Cairo, is the beginning of what has become Islam's center-piece of Arabic cultural, tho' in Iffriqqa. But, by & by I felt centered in these places...and it is yet only a corner in the desert map as I look into antiquity...believing the loam. This "separation" from superstition --as it traduces the very communal ideal that survival is now at hand, can be looked at thru iconoclasm. This is what helped Jews when they said, G-d is Nothing, as yet life is a material-Void/ Ein-Sof, an Absolute. Too often the Adherent wants to say "a There is There," that Creation is contained in any one self-conscious moment. I heard recently an interesting way to perceive the Ultimate Reality: If G-d is Ineffable, then maybe his Creation is as unseen. Independent thought allows religion to proliferate, in opposition with tradition which lends its dissipation, otherwise we'd diffuse into the middle of stream. If there was an Arabic word I could say in revelry that now a received-tradition punctuates the enormity of lives capturing mine--it would be "jahili," the dispensational ignorance pre-dating the "surrender" (Islam), yet kicked over like the crystal palace. Oh, but for my sake, as if I ride the tide of what asceticism would indicate in me. If I can look at surface form, in my ignorance, I know only to look past into melding visual limits to pervasively find an auditory out. Now the walls come down, like a voice reaching an idea that is food in-nature--I say it, I eat my babel, & find myself a new home designed by my senses. Ijtihad (independent thought) is the Islamic jurisprudence that allows the Mu'min to adapt to the availing conditions, unrealized & un-noticed before. The gathering of resources is sometimes not the acquisition of those material supports, but the alliterative path where ideas are proliferated from just the fond existence of those resources--our seeking is instructive enough!! Sometimes what we seek has reality all too inclined to its loss.
The deserts in New Mexico actually were threatening recently (not just the sand storms), as remote as the poverty Indians lived-by subsumed, as contrasted to the rich archeology of of believable harvest worshiping, sorta one strident picaresque view that I thought in its ritual is all I'd answer for. Petraglyphs all point to blood's vital carriage, health and life reaching into artful ancient minds--fascinating subject, this one with arms & legs all at rt. angles. I said, he's facing the prospects of the abundant new days to come, like America's aborigines have some eternal look forward in time and our symbolic embrace has skylines of an urban myth: he stands prone, in other words--my sense of it as a psychological nuance. And Mark said, he might be dancing...!!!
> Just imagining how it is incumbent upon the denizen of our deserts, to feel that its grandeur of space holds you up, as opposed to the ill prospect that survival is at once your agonistic numinous trial. The myriad view behind me as I sit yogin-expectant at chapparal desert expanding, is perceptible like the feeling of an open door behind me as now. For just a moment I imagine the sounds past the threshold are channeling in merely less auditive echos as before me...a strange echolalia phenomena.

So, if I were asked, how would I describe an awakening? IT is meaning to say, for instance last night, my eyes**in conceptual meditation**saw only illumined thought-images—nothing at all what was before me; it was beautiful! I saw some psychically composed room, which I responded w/ ideation that I have “arrived,” but then there was a dense black shadow & I called it down to veil me, which once encumbered, utter peace filled me w/ an awakened spirit. I converged upon identity, for what seemed sustained venturing into long moments of time & place= I was alone, & yet received, evolving & prone to the chambers of wisdom the Kabbalists speak of—ever reaching, but toward intangibles—still a kind of stage for communion w/ effort as the well-defined payoff. I am saying Yes to the Outward fact that would be OTHER than anthropomorphic: meaning appearances!! If someone speaks, you feel--to quote B. Marley--but what if they use the words streaming from that center of awareness that says, in effect, the world collaborates in the project of your worth. (someone using your language as before you!!) That worth is your consciousness...projected!! So, now we know this occurs in self-expression, but now ask yourself, when does the light of day become concommitant with the self-conscious act that the road before you exists only as each step upon its peak surface is reaching its immediate proximation? Or another way to look at it, when does white noise vibratory properties in a wall facade become as alive as your mind in expectation that you see through these physical barriers? You know the walls collapse in certain epiphenomenal consciousness. This is the world acquiescing with our very solitarian trajectory thru it... So you speak I feel. But also, you leave, and the world takes a stand as we do knowing it is incumbent upon us recognize our perseverance!! Is something here--maybe a little?