Tales of a Modern Sufi

The Invisible Fence of Reality and Other Stories
By (author) Nevit O. Ergin
Foreword by Coleman Barks

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Tales of a Modern Sufi
The Invisible Fence of Reality and Other Stories
By (author) Nevit O. Ergin
Foreword by Coleman Barks

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Pages : 160

Book Size : 6 x 9

ISBN-13 : 9781594772702

Imprint : Inner Traditions

On Sale Date : February 12, 2009

Format : Paperback Book

A collection of modern Sufi tales by renowned Rumi translator and Sufi initiate Nevit Ergin containing 24 deceptively simple stories that take readers from basic perception to states of extraordinary awareness. The stories invoke questioning while expanding the notion of reality.
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About Tales of a Modern Sufi

A collection of modern Sufi tales by renowned Rumi translator and Sufi initiate Nevit Ergin

• Contains 24 deceptively simple stories that invoke questioning and awareness

• By the renowned English translator of Rumi’s complete Divan-i Kebir

Sufi stories have traditionally been a means of opening a portal that allows us to advance from our basic perceptions into states of extraordinary awareness. This collection of deceptively simple stories by renowned Rumi translator and Sufi Nevit Ergin has the ability to remove readers’ complacent sense of self and identity and to expand their ordinary awareness of reality from every possible direction. In his stories the primrose path we travel suddenly turns into a trickster’s hall of mirrors where we learn that we are not children of Adam and Eve so much as children of our perceptions.

The protagonists and antagonists of these stories are constantly morphing and exchanging places. They exist in a world where individuals are stalked by a cricket that is an “invisible monster with the face of a demon,” confront the ambiguous burden of ridding oneself of one’s own corpse, and discover the “invisible fence of reality” existing in the layers of a discarded piece of art. The symbols in these stories are booby traps designed to release the mind from the sense of its own importance and awaken the realization that “if you refuse to be born, you cannot die.” Blind faith, the author says, has proved itself incapable of producing wisdom, tolerance, or world peace. This is because the answers to humanity’s problems lie beyond our ordinary perception and require love and ecstasy to be made visible. Our thirst for wisdom and understanding must go to the fountain of universal truth. These stories provide water from that fountain.

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Book Excerpt

County Fairs

I liked county fairs, especially in the evening when the air smelled of dust, beer, barbecue, people, and with the lights flashing all over and the music screaming.
    There were men in their big white hats and boots, women wearing jeans with flannel shirts, and kids with fanny patches roaming around.
    Summer was usually over by the time the fair came, but its final lingering breath haunted me with the touch of fall and coolness in the air.
    The lighted trees looked divine, and the booths and tents were filled with dirt and noise under the big branches.
    I sat on the grass in front of the merry-go-round for hours. I would also walk around the roller coasters, bumper cars, and super slides, trying to share the joy and exuberance I saw on the faces of the children. Teenage boys and girls walked hand in hand, stopping occasionally to throw darts at balloons. When they hit the target, I felt I had won all those blue and pink stuffed animals.
    At the very edge of the fair there was always a big tent, open all around. Inside there were bleachers set in a half-moon.
    When I was tired, I would sit there and wait for the next show.
    One night I got there quite late. The last show had been over for almost an hour. There was no one at the circus. All the lights were off except for the one on the stage. I sat in the middle of a front bench drinking a cup of coffee. The fair was still going on in the background. Suddenly, a little boy, maybe eight, walked to the center of the stage. He had no shirt, no shoes. His hair was long, his face was dirty, but he had a distinct smile that deepened a small dimple on his left cheek.
    First, he bowed to a nonexistent audience. I knew he couldn’t see me. Then he raised his hand and ordered an unseen musician to start. A cheerful carnival music filled the air. Then he started to dance with a frantic rhythm, whirling, kneeling, jumping. His feet were bare. He went on and on with great joy, yelling and screaming. Then he stopped, bowed again, and ran off the stage.
    I applauded, then ran after him. There were mobile homes and campers behind the circus tent. He disappeared among them.
    I thought he must be the son of one of the performers. I very much wanted to talk to him, but I was tired and knew how hard it would be to find him.
    I slowly returned to the fair and noticed the crowd had thinned. There were still a few lines of children waiting to get in the magic house, and some people were still eating and drinking at the food stands.
    I was slowly walking toward the exit door when I saw the boy again. He was walking ten yards ahead of me. He was alone, and there were people between us. I quickened my pace to get closer to him. He also started walking faster, and then started running. I ran after him, but lost him in the crowd. I got to the gate and waited to see him. I even asked the officer if they had seen a young boy with bare feet. Nobody knew anything about him.
    I knew the night was not over for me. I couldn’t leave the carnival. I turned back and walked toward the midway. I was the only one going in that direction. I passed the rides, the magic houses, and the booths until I once again reached the empty circus tent.
    My coffee cup was still on the bleachers where I had left it.
    The stage light was on, and absolutely nobody was in the tent.
    I sat in my old place. The coffee was cold and tasted bitter. I had a funny feeling. I knew he was around and following me.
    I was right. He came running to the stage again, without shirt or shoes. He had a dirty face and a sweet smile. I stoop up and applauded.
    He bowed to me, then to the audience. He turned to the musicians, raised his hand, and started the music. He danced, whirling, clapping his hands, and tapping his feet.
    “Bravo,” I yelled. “Bravo!”
He raised his hand to thank me. He stopped and stood on the stage. I walked toward him.
    “You are the best dancer I have ever seen.”
He smiled.
    “Who are you?” I asked.
    “I dance differently every night,” he said.
    “What’s your name? Where are your parents?”
He smiled. “Now it’s time for me to go down the super slide once more.”
    I realized he lived in a different world and was not about to get involved in mine. I tried very hard to have a conversation with him, but he did not bother to answer me.
    We had a two-track conversation. He kept telling me all about the rides and games at the fair. I kept asking all the wrong questions about his life: who he was, where he came from, and who he belonged to. In the end I was tired and frustrated. I asked him if  he wanted a drink, and he said he did. I went to the closest food stand to get him one.
    When I came back he was gone. I very well knew the futility of running around looking for him. I sat on the bleachers helplessly.
    I saw a small wallet next to me, then immediately recognized that it was my first wallet, given to me on my eighth birthday. My picture was inside. I saw a small, eight-year-old boy with long hair, a sweet smile, and a dimple on the left cheek.
    I remembered this boy. I knew I had lost him forever at the county fair.
Table of Contents

Table of content


Foreword: The Unlearning
By Coleman Barks



An Introduction to Sufi Teaching Tales
By Will Johnson


Preface

Any Suggestions?

No Wall Around

The Unemployed Shaman

The Purpose of Creation Is Perception

The Next Harbor

County Fairs

Just Like Anybody Else

Old Man

One for the Road

Kings and Crickets

Eyes

Birds, Bees, and Attorneys

The Day After

Mirage

My Brother Joe

Or Is It Real?

Reflections

The Answer

The Arcade

The Clown

The Stone

The Toy Maker

Transformation

Apocalypse

Author Bio
Nevit O. Ergin is the original English translator of the complete Divan-i Kebir and is the coauthor, with Will Johnson, of The Forbidden Rumi and The Rubais of Rumi. Since 1955, he has been an initiate in the Itlaq (“total liberation”) path of Sufism under the tutelage of Sufi master Hasan Lutfi Shushud. He lives in California.
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Book Praise

Book Praise

“The stories told in Sufism teach us that life is a journey, that every moment is worth living, every step is an achievement, every crossroad is an experience, and every experience is a teacher. Tales of Modern Sufi, compiled by one of the foremost translators of Rumi, offers us this valuable gift of storytelling and shares with us a taste of Sufism and its magnificent heritage.”
Nahid Angha, codirector of the International Association of Sufism and executive director for Sufism Journal
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RELIGION / SUFISM

“The stories told in Sufism teach us that life is a journey, that every moment is worth living, every step is an achievement, every crossroad is an experience, and every experience is a teacher. Tales of Modern Sufi, compiled by one of the foremost translators of Rumi, offers us this valuable gift of storytelling and shares with us a taste of Sufism and its magnificent heritage.”
--Nahid Angha, codirector of the International Association of Sufism and executive director for Sufism Journal

Sufi stories have traditionally been a means of opening a portal that allows us to advance from our basic perceptions into states of extraordinary awareness. This collection of deceptively simple stories by renowned Rumi translator and Sufi Nevit Ergin has the ability to remove readers’ complacent sense of self and identity and to expand their ordinary awareness of reality in every possible direction. In these stories the primrose path we travel suddenly turns into a trickster’s hall of mirrors where we learn that we are not children of Adam and Eve so much as children of our perceptions.

The protagonists and antagonists of these tales are constantly morphing and exchanging places. They exist in a world where individuals are stalked by a cricket that is an “invisible monster with the face of a demon,” confront the ambiguous burden of ridding oneself of one’s own corpse, and discover the “invisible fence of reality” existing in the layers of a discarded piece of art. The symbols in these stories are booby traps designed to release the mind from the sense of its own importance and awaken the realization that “if you refuse to be born, you cannot die.” Blind faith, the author says, has proved itself incapable of producing wisdom, tolerance, or world peace. This is because the answers to humanity’s problems lie beyond our ordinary perception and require love and ecstasy to be made visible. Our thirst for wisdom and understanding must take us to the fountain of universal truth. These stories provide water from that fountain.

NEVIT O. ERGIN is the original English translator of the complete Divan-i Kebir and is the coauthor, with Will Johnson, of The Forbidden Rumi and The Rubais of Rumi. Since 1955, he has been an initiate in the Itlaq (“total liberation”) path of Sufism under the tutelage of Sufi master Hasan Lutfi Shushud. He lives in California.

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