"I hope you're getting your bags packed," said St Peter in my dream last night. "So the time has come, has it?" said I. "My bags have been packed for a long time now." "I'm curious as to what you've got in them," St Peter said. "Oh, I'll tell you. Silver, gold and few diamonds." I said matter-of-factly. "What?" he shrieked. "You're bringing that stuff here? Don't you know that the streets of heaven are lined with gold.There's enough silver, gold and diamonds to last a … [Read more...]
I’m Just A Passin’ Thru
March 13, 2012 By 44 Comments
A Sufi of forbidding appearance arrived at the doors of the palace. No one dared to stop him as he made his way right up to the throne on which the saintly Ibrahim ben Adam sat. "What is it you want?" asked the King. "A place to sleep in this inn." "This is no inn. This is my palace." "May I ask who owned this place before you?" "My father. He is dead." "And who owned it before him?" "My grandfather. He is dead too." "And this place where people lodge for a brief while … [Read more...]
