A Beautiful Composition from the Wisdom Music System - Softcover

Motalebi, Majede

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1463417144 ISBN 13: 9781463417147

Publisher: AuthorHouse Publishing, 2011

Synopsis

the story is Mystic. about a woman who in 9 part achieves to wisdom, with 9 specialist. it has said she is pregnant and in this 9 month she will be perfect. indeed her mind is pregnant. the product is wisdom . . .

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A Beautiful Composition from the Wisdom Music System

By Majede Motalebi

AuthorHouse

Copyright © 2011 Majede Motalebi
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ISBN: 978-1-4634-1714-7

Chapter One

The woman became pregnant without committing fornication or sleeping with a man. She had a depraved appetite for wisdom and scholarship, and she was nauseated by earthly fortunes and powers. She visited a potter when she was in her first month of pregnancy. The potter informed the woman about the creation objectives.

The Lord created man from the earth,

yet man will be returned to the earth again.

The Lord destined a special time for man

and enforced all the things on the earth to be under man's control.

The Lord made man as powerful as himself

and created man like himself.

The Lord placed the dread of man in the heart of all other creatures

and made man dominant over wild animals.

Man was given the ability to use the five powers.

The sixth power, intelligence, was also granted to man,

as was the seventh power, wisdom, which includes all other powers.

He gave man the power of judgment, a tongue, eyes,

ears, and a heart for thinking.

He granted man knowledge and intelligence

and taught him vice and virtue.

He placed its fear within mankind's heart

to show them its magnificence.

And man was supposed to appreciate the Lord's favors.

The human beings would glorify his sacred names

and narrate his great favors.

He granted them knowledge and religion

to teach them that they are mortal.

He made an eternal agreement with man

and taught him the commandments.

Man's eyes saw his glory,

and his ears heard his song.

He said to man, "Avoid the evil,"

and gave mankind some commands regarding how to behave with each other.

The Lord created the man from the earth, and then he blew into the man from his soul and made him similar to himself and taught him names. He suggested "the loan" to the earth and the sky, but they didn't accept it; however, the man accepted it, and the Lord ordered all of the angels to lie prostrate for the man. The face of the man is always covered by a halo of grief, and from the first days of history, whenever he leaves his rigorous activities and becomes lonely and begins to think about himself and the world, a pessimistic scowl and a wave of stress appears on his face, because he has always considered himself beyond this world, but now he understands that existence is not enough. His emotions transcend this life and continue past where everything ends—to the eternal. Suddenly, he finds a substantial unfamiliarity with his pure self. That unfamiliarity and inability to connect with his pure self disappoints him, and he becomes nostalgic deep within his heart.

The Lord created the man from earth. The Lord made the man using an inferior sperm within the womb. The Lord created an earthy body and face for the man. He empowered this earthy portrait with his soul and light, and he enlightened him with life. The Lord granted him thought, an understanding brain, and seeing eyes.

The Lord created the man's essence as pure, and he created the man's thumbs by arts. He cooked the raw earth he had used to create the man with knowledge, and he dried it with the breeze of justice. He gave beauty to the man's hair and bestowed eloquence upon his tongue. He gave his stomach avarice and granted his legs resistance. He created his face from a beautiful and rosy earth, and he created his lips with laughter and tears. The Lord created the man completely and flawlessly.

But the Lord also gave the man anger and lust.

From the beginning, man has been looking for a way to the beyond; he has raised his hand to the sky or has stared at the sun or has gazed at the restless and mysterious flames of the fire, and he has sung songs of his desire for salvation with enthusiasm and sincerity. He has seen the signs of the beyond in the face of the sky, the sun, and flame. And he has considered the light, which is unfamiliar with the blind and dark essence of this earthy home, a shadow from the skies. The man who is lost in this unfamiliar earthy land considers himself a prisoner under the foreign and small sky and is hastily searching for his "lost paradise." He has lain prostrate for everything that has held a sign of that paradise. Without any defect in his belief in this unknown place, he looks for other signs without feeling tiredness. His grieving cries have never come to an end. The contradictory answers, the cries under the Sumer sky, Buddha's agonizing attempts at extrication from practia and movement to nirvana, grievous cries of "Ali" in the lonely and dark palm groves in the Medina, and the severe anger of Sartre and Camus because of life's absurdity—all show the stressful soul of mankind, who finds himself a foreigner, lonely and imprisoned in the world, because he assumes that this world is not his home.

Whenever man thinks about himself and the world, he sinks into great assumptions and deep thoughts. The sadness resides in his heart, and without any joy, he stays grievous in his loneliness, and teardrops flow on his cheeks. Why does this happen? Why the does the sublimity of soul, thought, and art correlate with grief and sorrow? Why do human beings love this grief? Because only the aware and sublime soul that feels the poverty and shame of life can feel this grief. Why is it so? Why do they love unawareness and intoxication? Isn't it because it is only in this state that man forgets everything about living and its difficulties and its ugliness, and because it is only in this state that man can forget his loneliness? Why does man love the lofty souls, grief, autumn, silence, and loneliness? Isn't it because in this state man feels closer to the boundaries of this world? Man has always been longing for an eternal absolute, perpetuity, brightness, paradise and eternity, timelessness, placelessness, limitlessness, colorlessness, absolute independence, sacredness, absolute freedom, belief, love, beauty, absolute goodness, the best good, the purest pure, etc. And he has always tried to understand his real ego by way of these lofty and supernatural meanings, and he is hardly dependent to them. This world is relative, limited, dependent, ugly, grievous, impure, and cold. It is dark-hearted, temporary, and the slave of time and the place, so it is not compatible with man's lofty desires and elevated soul. From where have these meanings come to man's heart? Where is the source of these astonishing fountains that are flowing in man's heart? His restless and thirsty soul is left in this desert, which is full of mirages, and he has lost his way home. So from the beginning, pessimism, concern, rebellion, and love have been carved within his soul, and deep inside his soul the "concern" has sheltered, and this shelter is the origin of three astonishing and spiritual sources: religion, mysticism, and art.

After the first month, the woman's face was worried and distressed.

Her face was filled with chastity.

In the second month she visited a skillful painter who knew about philosophy, art, and wisdom.

The painter told her about the eternal and increate painter. The world creator saturated his brush with the "eye" color and the "eyesight" water, and painted a pair of beautiful and attractive eyes; their colors were green, blue, and black. After saturating his brush with scent and perfume, he painted the forehead and the breast. He saturated his brush with "power" color and painted the body, the legs, the arms, and the hands. For this he used the red, yellow, white, and black colors.

Art is the expression of a soul who will not be satisfied with what is and who finds life trivial, cold, and ugly; even foolish, meaningless, soulless, emotionless, and worriless, and who is without the grief of a lofty scholar who is imprisoned among an inferior and worriless crowd and finds himself unfamiliar with all of them and is unfamiliar with this sky, earth, and whatever is on it. And art, which is born by an averse knowledge and a bitter emotion, tries to complete it; tries to make "what is" and "what should be" closer to each other and to bestow upon this world what it doesn't have.

The religion and the mysticism guides man to its home; they avoid him from the "reality" to make him closer to the "truth." The religion and the mysticism work according to a philosophy of escape: the religion goes somewhere and the mysticism goes elsewhere. But art works according to a philosophy of staying: since it knows that its present location is not a good place for staying, it tries to decorate it like its ideal place, using its own memories from its home, and so it creates artistic works, language, sounds, shapes, and colors of that familiar, beautiful, and invisible world, in this unfamiliar, ugly, and visible world. And art is the narration; it is not the narration of the natural but the narration of supernatural, in order to decorate the natural like the supernatural. The artist tries to decorate his "prison" in a way to look like his "home," and the "ultimate tender," which is the source of love and beauty, guides him in this way.

So art is the expression of man's creative intuition and is the continuation and the complement for this world, which is the expression of the Lord's creative power. The artist creates to compensate for the deficits he feels, to decrease his abhorrence and restlessness in this world, and to be able to live in loneliness and to tolerate foreigners. Industry is also the expression of man's creative intuition, but in spite of art, its source is not the feeling of unhappiness about what is; its source is the desire to become accustomed to and get closer to the world, and its aim is not freedom, but imprisonment.

Art tries to provide man what nature doesn't have, but industry tries to provide man what nature has. There are a lot of people who consider beauty as the aim of art. If this is not completely false, it is at least ambiguous and at the same time artificial. Beauty is an artistic work that the artist creates. This is a beautiful flower. I created it with paint, while the poet shows its treachery and lovemaking by creating word patterns.

Everyone knows that there is deepness, meaning, secret, and beauty within the dawn's purity, within the magical murmur of fountains, within the morning breeze, within the bloody eyes of a sunset, within the heavenly songs of a nightingale, within the bright midnight of dark alleys, within the weary eyes of a lover, within the pure union of the fog and the swamp, within laughter, within looking, within moonlight, within the hidden and noisy play of wind in the poplars, within the horizon, within twilight, and within whatever frees us from ourselves. It is poor man who wants to have a world like this, but he cannot. He considers himself imprisoned in this inferior, limited, and ugly house, and by art's magic he decorates it so that it is suitable for a half-god like him.

So art is the reflection of the desires of this "half-god, half-earth." He is the combination of two endless things, the combination of two opposites, and so it is necessary for a bilateral building like this to have stress, grief, love, restlessness, unhappiness, and hatred. Because one side of this building is within a dark and odorous material, while the other side is beyond the boundaries of creation, place, and time boundaries. The man tries to break this limited and tight shack and flies to the eternal and lofty kingdom of the sky.

The increate painter has created a red heart that is full of joy, goodness, sympathy, love, and affection, within the hard and rigid chest of a free man. And he has painted some ambiguous lines on the tips of man's fingers and palms. These lines, like the lines on the forehead, show whatever has happened, whatever is happening, and whatever will happen. And he gave man the abilities of moving, walking, and acting. And he created five fingers on each hand and foot. Each of these fingers has a special size, and these special sizes have given man the ability to work. Using his hands, man can write, draw pictures, play music, and make buildings.

Within the third month of her pregnancy, the woman visited a skillful mathematician. The mathematician informed the woman about the eternal digits and told her about the function of the digits.

What is man, and what is its benefit?

What is good, and what is bad?

He won't live more than a hundred years;

no one knows when he will die.

These few years, in comparison with the eternity,

are like some drops from the sea or a few grains of sand in the desert.

Because of this, the Lord is patient with them

and is merciful to them.

He knows and sees their inferior eventuality,

and because of this he has increased his mercy for man.

The Lord has created one mouth and two ears for all of the human beings; it means that they should listen two times more than they should speak.

As lumps will stay on a sieve,

man's deficits also will appear in his speech.

The potter's clay will be examined within the furnace,

and man will be examined by his speech.

The garden's secrets are revealed by its fruits,

and the hidden thoughts of man are revealed by his speech.

You can't laud someone before hearing his speech,

because this is the best criterion for assessment.

He put thirty-two teeth in the mouth for chewing, slicing, and swallowing food,

but some people use their teeth for slicing their brother's flesh and biting their mother's breast.

There are two visible eyes and an invisible eye on man's face,

but the third eye of most of them is blind.

And the Lord created two arms and two legs for man, to make his movements and actions more convenient,

and he put a two-part heart in man's chest, half black and half white.

The black part is for enemies, and the white one is for friends.

He bestowed upon man two lungs for inhaling the fresh air,

and he granted the man two kidneys to manage what he drinks and to remove impurities from the urine.

He also created the anus for excretion, the buttocks for sitting, and the stomach for digestion.

He created the bones in astonishingly large numbers, and assembled all of them, from the skull to the sole.

He created man in such a way that the numbers of his spinal bones are different from the numbers of his chest bones, and he created his arms shorter than his legs.

All of these are astonishing endowments from the Lord to man, and only a few people think about these favors and express gratitude to the Lord.

Don't praise someone because of his or her beauty,

and don't abhor someone because of his or her appearance.

The bee is a tiny animal,

but it creates a favorite sweetness.

Don't be proud because of your garments,

and don't be proud of yourself if someone praises you,

because only the Lord's acts are laudable,

but this is not clear to human beings.

When the woman was in her fourth month of pregnancy, her stomach swelled.

In this month, she visited a skillful astronomer who was completely familiar with celestial bodies, such as stars and planets.

I will remember the Lord's works;

I will narrate what I have seen.

The Lord has done his works by his own words,

and his order will be done as he wills.

The bright sun is shining in everything,

and the Lord's works are filled with his grandeur.

The Lord hasn't bestowed upon the holy people the power

to narrate all of the wonders of creation,

that which the Lord has stabilized with power.

He knows about what is happening in the deepness of the seas and man's heart,

and he is managing them excellently.

Since the Lord is the owner of all science,

he has seen the signs of the times.

He informs about the past and the future,

and he uncovers the secrets.

No thought is hidden from him,

and no speech is concealed from him.

He has organized the wonders of his creation,

he is increate and eternal,

he has never been decreased or increased,

and he doesn't need to consult with anyone.

All of his acts are lovely,

like a spark that can be seen.

His creatures are eternal too,

but they will obey the Lord.

He created all the things in couples,

and he didn't create anything imperfect.

One thing reveals the perfection of the other thing.

Who can be tired from watching his grandeur?

And then he told the woman about the secret of the sun.

It is the sun, the fountain of light and warmth.

It's the lofty colossus and the source of light,

It shows us magnificence.

While rising in the morning it says,

"How wonderful are the Lord's works."

It dries the lands at noon.

Who can tolerate its heat?

It provides the fire for the furnace

and triples the warmth of the mountains;

the teasels grow by its heat

and spread its beams and dazzle the eyes.

(Continues...)

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Edition details

• Publisher: AuthorHouse Publishing
• Publication date: 2011
• Language: English
• ISBN 10: 1463417144
• ISBN 13: 9781463417147
• Binding: Paperback
• Number of pages: 68