There is within man the secret of this religion, the source for the unveiling of its mysteries, and the path that leads to its source. History has brought forth great minds that with their vast intelligence, honest curiosity, and genuine devotion have helped in the forming of a religion that calls upon man to give forth his utmost in the worship of God. This, a religion forged by man, contains within it a strength capable of bringing man to a state of perfection in his human and mortal limitations. It could be asked, what of those who seek more? The limitations of this finely crafted religion suit those who choose to limit themselves to the boundaries of the manifest world. For those however who seek another world, who yearn for the return to the original state of being of all created things, there is a path. It is found in between the lines of the pages of our religionโs history, hidden in the fog of legalism and dogma. It is spoken of only by madmen and fools. Those who would rather read their hearts than tomes, who would listen to the wind and find within it all the answers that the learned folk have forgotten.
How much has man forgotten, that weโve failed to remember ourselves. Blessed are the trees and the mountains, whoโve seen all, who will bear witness to manโs follies, and perhaps remind them of their greatness, those whoโd care to listen. The doctrine of our faith is not found within the ink of the scholars, but within the ink of light. It is written upon nature, within the heavens, and far beyond. There within the abode of the unseen are the principles of faith. It is with in light that the sacred law is written. The traditions of man are but expressions of this light, they are the pen moving back and forth across the manifest world, as God writes his poem of eternity within the realm of creation. These are not rites that can be instructed through the intricate legalism of learned folk, but only passed on through a bond shared by those of common spirit and blood, from father to son, and mother to daughter. Our traditions are an inheritance from our forbears, the passing of the pen from one to another.
Our God is reality, as defined by reality itself. Incomprehensible in its nature, God saw fit to bring forward men and women of great renown and high position within the realm of the manifest. These beings were given form from the first rays of light, created pure and divine. This was the mandate of the divine rule of those chosen by God to oversee the salvation of man through the preservation of his mysteries and secrets, in hope that one day heโd remember. In our era, this rule is bestowed upon the King of Men, the son of Askari, the Imam Al Mahdi, upon him may there be peace and upon us may there be his gaze. In this understanding of God as the reality, and not โbeingโ, the Imam (as) takes the place of the โbeingโ. Reality โbesโ through the Imam (as), as the manifestation of the eternal light and of existence itself. The Imam (as) is the gate through which man passes through to reach the city of knowledge, to truly comprehend the message brought to us by the Prophet Muhammad (saw). The Imam (as) is the first dot of ink that is made by touching the pen to the parchment, all comes forth from his (as) โbeingโ. The ink of light, the pen of God, produces but a single word, within which every word is contained. This is the language of the eternal.