Vol. 11, Mysticism in Life 16. The Visions of the Mystic
At one time I wanted to take a friend to meet my murshid. This friend was a very material man, restless and pessimistic and doubting and skeptical. And every day I urged him to come with me to see my murshid. "But," he asked, "what can he do for me?'I said, "You can ask him something." He said, "I have twenty thousand questions to ask, when could he answer them?" I said, "You can ask one or two of the twenty thousand, that is already something." "Well," he said, "one day I will see."
And indeed, some time later he came along, but the moment he reached my murshid's presence he forgot every question and did not know what to ask. He was sitting quiet, spellbound, breathing the atmosphere of the master's presence; he had no desire to ask a question. And after the interview, when we were leaving the house of my murshid, he again began to feel inclined to ask twenty thousand questions, this time of me, and when I asked him why he had forgotten them there, he only answered, "I cannot understand why."
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