Diary 1963 - Murshid Sam's Living Stream

Diaries 1963August 11, 1963Dear Saladin:I awoke this morning uncertain as to whether to write and then read an article in the paperthat a plant which I have grown, Vinca Rosea, provides a “cure” for cancer. Now yesterday I had along walk to meditate on the Kemalic processes in plants and the Kemalic foods, and it is possiblethat these Kemalic foods may be Yin or Yang, but I am better able to deal with the Sufic classification.I am as yet unable to determine the Sattva-Rajas-Tamas division for I think (but don’t know) theytouch the subtle spheres. But the chemistry and the biology are becoming clear.While this is going on a visitor to this house has been diagnosed as having cancer and sixmonths and it is poppycock. He has to die because the medical profession is stuck on analysis. Whena Vijnanavadin steps in all the analysts unite in denying him and also in fighting each other. Incertain quarters I am unpopular because again and again I have stopped the “experts” from fightingeach other. The age of specialization.I wrote to Bertrand (Lord) Russell and called attention to the fact that he was stuck on analysisdespite the fact that his own works on logic and mathematics clearly pointed out the limitations.Finding a universal measuring stick he had never applied it to himself which was surprising. I receiveda nice answer. But it is my colleague, Prof. Reiser, who has supplied the next step.Life is synthesis of integration, analysis is death. Catching doctors alone you can break themdown, but when they get together that is different. Catching scientists alone one never has anytrouble, there is no need to break down. My teacher, Prof. Cassius Keyser, wrote The Human Worthof Rigorous Thinking and that, with Indian and Sufi mind-training enables one to go ahead, evenprophetically. Murshid brought this out in “The Story of Lot” but how many people can functionwith the five bodies? If you do, you will at once be misunderstood and often attacked. There is littlehumility and no surrender among the metaphysical and religious people, but with scientists and“skeptics” one can often get along.I am waiting for Major Sadiq whom I have not heard from, because I have seen him curecancer—I mean hospital cases with attendant physicians.Now this week I was attacked by one mureed whom I had hoped for. Then my landlady gavenotice; I must move. Then my landlady disappeared and it may even be a polio case. And on theother hand Pir-o-Murshid came and pointed out that today I have the spiritual poetry, the spiritualmusic, the spiritual dance just given, and next it will be the spiritual drama because with all prayerspeople do not make themselves vessels of divine guidance. I sang through the temples of India andmay again. I danced at Fatehpur Sikri and will again all over, inshallah. Now I have two people whowill listen and it is a relief.This morning I go to Don Stevens ostensibly to get my papers. But the landlady is gone and theother car had a smash up so I get no help even on errands.