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79. studying tawhid mutlakah 3

“Yes already? We go back to the language of the nature of taste. Mas Mahmud certainly can taste the coffee, right?”

Hazri nodded.

“Then, where is the ‘taste coffee’ it?”

Hazri thought. “On the tongue..,” he said later.

Mr. Subakir, Bilal, and Agil smiled again at this answer.

“Try Mas Mahmud search on tongue, no?” ask Mr. Subakir.

Hazri pondered again. Nothing on the tongue. It does taste on the tongue, but no ‘coffee taste?’ looks stuck on the tongue. “In the heart maybe yes, sir..” he said again, who knows the correct answer to this one.

The three of them laughed. “Please search there. Can be on his chest, hehehe.”.

Hazri scratched her head in contemplation. “Yes, nothing. Where is it, Sir?”

“Well, this one is al-Irfan's secret. Godhead Truth. Cannot be opened carelessly. Only for his heir. If Mas Mahmud wants to know where there are all tastes, all sense, all science, all real and supernatural must be committed first. Must swear holy first.”

“Baiat?” ask Hazri.

“Iya. Before proceeding, you need to explain first about baiat so that Mas Mahmud has the right picture.” Mr. Subakir sighed. “Baiat is a sacred oath to Allah the Most Solemn. Not to the others. There is no meaning to the creature. It is God's right, not the creature's right. Honey, the demon humans are scattered a lot. They use baiat for purposes that have nothing to do with divinity. People are taught to obey absolutely to the leader or chairman. Tombal, obviously it's lust work. Then, the layman who was committed also looked at his chairman as God-level. In fact, more powerful. Whatever he wants the bald devil to be obeyed without eyes, without heart, and without knowledge. Masked in religious arguments that are even still a narrow understanding for him. Killing for no reason is not a problem. Bombs exploded, guns barked, cleaver swung. Blood spilled without meaning. Everywhere.”

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet. Mr. Subakir seemed saddened by the fact of the abuse. Bilal and Agil bowed. Little Hazri could feel what this felt like.

“God, everything is You. Please forgive You...,” said Mr. Subakir again. His eyes seem a bit teary. Then, he took a long breath. “That's how, Mas Mahmud, a little understanding of baiat. Baiat is a sacred oath to the only One God. Not to the Father, not to others. Father is only his shari'a, the fact is directly to Allah.”

Hazri nodded in understanding.

“Every true spiritual guide, the murshid if the term Mas Mahmud was, will tell a way. Then, he will lead and guide his disciples walking across that path,” Mr. Subakir said later.

“What path, Sir?” ask Hazri.

“The path that must be taken to get to Him. Thariqah, if the Arabic. In us it is called tarekat. It's not a murshid if he doesn't know the way. It should be a science, not a proposition. That is, he himself must also have traveled that path until say ‘meet’ with the Absolute. You can teach it to other humans. That is if given his right by the Supreme Haq. Don't be rash. If it is just a theory or proposition, many know. Just read a book or hear people's stories, keep smacking everywhere. Turn asked taste, memble, hehehe.... Do you want to cook, but still forget God? The law here, lie know or makrifat without Istiqamah remember. A lasting memory. For a second still have forgotten God, I reiterate, lying if he confesses mursyid.”

Hazri. He had heard the term tarekat, although he only understood now its meaning. In the past, it was thought that the tariqat was just a study group. But how can you not forget for a second? Hazri was not going to ask this. I don't know, I think he believes it should be.

“Eemm... sorry, sir, how can a layman know if someone is a true murshid or just a braggart?”

“Indeed not easy. What is clear, true meet true, pseudo meet pseudo. Jin the same genie, demon the same demon, longga the same longga, guardian the same guardian. Allah is All-Knowing. He will guide the servant who is indeed seeking Truth in the direction of Truth. The Sharia depends on the true intention of the seeker. But, if the jelly, can still be seen characteristic. Notice, that murshid is still tied to worldly affairs no? Not the love of the world? If you are still busy collecting treasures, racing to pursue the throne, and noisily about women, then clearly he is a fake. Liar bin bummer. To the true murshid, let alone the world, the hereafter is no longer ignored. Hell and heaven are destroyed. He wants only to Allah, the Most True. Others are just toys, just joking.”

Hazri. “What's that cavity?”

“Hehehe..., stealth.”.

Hazri grimacing.

“So, can't be rich mean, sir?” he asked again.

“Who can't say? Many true disciples are also rich, you know.” Mr. Subakir mentioned some of the names of wealthy ancient Sufis. “But they are not tied to his wealth. Not love. The treasures of the world will come or go please. Not so noisy he. If his destiny is rich, then someone will be rich. Sufi or not, atheist. This fake stuff, hehehe.... Mahmud, don't worry. If there is a way to get rich, go ahead. That's good, it can contribute a lot to the community. But, understand that it does not mean to be poor. For the emerald is in the heart, not in the treasure. The poor are arrogant too. Already poor, far from Divine.”.

“On the throne of the same women too, sir?”

“Iya. If for example God wants a lover to be regent or president then why? Can't do? Can't do? That's easy, stay Kun...! disperse sejar universat. Especially considering becoming president, hehehe.... Well, this is exciting, about women. Same, it's up to God. If He is willing to give two wives to Mas Mahmud, can't he? Indiscriminate. I like having dong. Who do we have the right to protest? His Majesty also has more than one wife. Only, there is a mumanya nih, must be with his knowledge. Do not postulate doang memorized outside the head.”

Hazri, Agil, and Bilal were smiling.

“That's what it's like to marry, try asking conscience. The time of the intention to marry again, remember the same God or the same lust? If it is true that he is melted into the Divine, continue. No hesitation. But, if the memory is only to lust, be careful. All are demons, though they may not be felt. Do not take refuge behind the Sunnah of the Apostle because low lust is so inappropriate juxtaposed with the sunnah of His Majesty.”

Hazri, Agil, and Bilal smiled “If I may know, what is the name of the tariqat here, sir?” ask Hazri next.

Mr. Subakir also mentioned the name of the tariqat.

“Mas Mahmud, this tariqat is here. It's right here in Progo. Pak Subakir is the founder,” said Kang Agil.

Hazri looked at Mr. Subakir, asking for affirmation.

Subakir nodded as well. “Such a.”

Hazri nodded again.

“Many know about the Pillars of Islam and the Pillars of Faith, but rarely understand about the Pillars of Religion and the Pillars of Science. Know it too.”

“How is it, Sir?”

“Rukun Agama is sharia, tariqat, nature, makrifat. If Rukun Ilmu, iman tawhid, makrifat, Islam. Well, try Mas Mahmud note, between the sharia and the fact there is a tariqat. There's a connecting road. The Shari'a initially, then cross the road to seek the truth, then then reach makrifat. By His will.”

“What is macrifat understanding, sir?”

“Simply, ‘know’ Allah. But, makrifat is not that simple. Knowing God is not the same as knowing a creature. Never be likened to. The dignity of God is the delicious substance of kamislihi syai’un. The Holy One who is not like anything. Just imagine by Mas Mahmud, knowing Dzat which is not similar to anything. How's it? Can?”

“I don't know yet.”.

“Can. Pursue with taste, pursue with accuracy. Do not use logic or reason. It will be a delusion, full of delusion. And Allah is Real. The mind is short-sighted, tends to deceive. If you feel, no. Feelings are always honest even if it must be contrary to the pecunity of reason. After all, it is from there that the human mind is not able to penetrate the essence of makrifat.”

Hazri. Already dizzy he digested the heavyweight dishes of Mr. Subakir.

“Allah is also dignified Nuarun ala Nuurin.. . ‘Light on top Light’. Same as before. Do not dare to imagine Nurullah or the Light of God as the light of beings. Sunlight, moonlight, lamp light, or firefly light for example. Nay! That's very forbidden. Everything is the Light of God, even the darkness of the night. Watch out, not a glimmer of light in the dark of the night. But the darkness of the night itself is the Light of God. Nuurun ala Nuurin, Light over Light, Light over the levels.”

“Now try to pay attention to the Pillars of Science. Iman tawhid, makrifat, Islam. Tuh, his Islam behind after getting faith tawhid and makrifat. How's this? In fact, generally we already feel Islam even though it has not been makrifat, hehehe.... That is Islam. Because his parents continued Islam from birth he was considered Islam. Islamic subterfuge, Islamic postulate. A behavior? Absolutely no Islam.”

Hazri rubbed her face.

“Awalu dinni makrifatullah. The beginning of religion is to know God. Makrifat first, know God first, can only begin to be counted religious. If you do not know God, do not know who is worshipped, then worship what? This is the proposition, ‘They do not know God really..’ Please Mas Mahmud see in Qur’an, Surat al-Hajj verse seventy-four. Continue to Letter of Joseph verse forty, ‘Unless only worship His asthma that you and your ancestors made up..’ Understand, the word ‘Allah’ is asthma or name. Do not worship the name, but worship Him who has the name ‘Allah’. Wh who? Delicious substance kamislihi syai’un or Nuurun ala Nuurin earlier. Allah is only a Huraf Alif, Lam, Lam, Ha?”

Hazri was getting clumsy, gawking confusedly. Dizziness.

“Where, Mas Mahmud? It's starting to weigh?” Mr. Subakir smiles.

Hazri shook her head. “Weight,Sir, my dizziness..”.

Subakir, Bilal, and Agil all laughed.

“Ya already then,” said Mr. Subakir.

“But, sir, can I ask you another one?” cut Hazri.

“Please, please..., if you still want and still strong...”.

“For example I, I am alone for example to be easy, want to know God, want to meet God... What can? Have I never met God myself? How do I know He is God?”

“Hem, good question. Very good, Mas Mahmud. You want to ask first, indeed Mas Mahmud has never met God?”

Hazri. “Ya not yet, Sir..”.

“Ah, cook?” After a moment of silence, Hazri told of his experience of meeting the ‘light-light’. The purple one, the bright one. “That's it, Sir?”

Mr. Subakir smiled. “Subhanallah. That's His signal, but not Him. What you mean is He, the Most True.”

Hazri nodded. “But, Sir...”

“Mas Mahmud, watch this. When men are still true, still in the spirit realm, before being blown into their own bodies, God asks them, ‘Am I not your Lord?’ So we, the true men answered out loud without hesitation, ‘True, we testify.’ Open al-Qur’an, Surat al-A’raaf verses one seven two and one seven three. What does this mean? Doesn't that mean that every human being has actually met God? In the past, when it was still true, when it was still pure, when it was still sacred. While still spirit.”

Hazri. “But, why don't I remember that now?”

“Hahaha.. ,” Pak Subakir, Agil, and Bilal laugh all. Just slow.

“Because uh because..” Pak Subakir follows the rhythm of a song Rhoma Irama while mesem. “We are not holy anymore now. Must return pure saint first to be able to feel that again. Back to true man.”

“Back to soul? Must die first means, sir?”

“Hahaha...,” Pak Subakir, Agil, and Bilal again laughed. A little harder.

“Mas Mahmud, Allah is wal Awalu wal Akalu. What now, in the middle, does He exist? There is dong. Where the hell is there not?” Mr. Subakir.

“So, don't have to die first, sir? He said that later in heaven he could meet God? Ditengokin once in a while..”.

The harder it is for the three of them to melt. Hazri scratched his head.

“Allah also yes Zhahiru ya Bathinu.... Real and Most Magical. Allah, yesterday there is, now there is, tomorrow there is also. Why wait until later? Now you can too if you want. Good if you go to heaven, what if you get into hell? Boro-boro meets God, meets the devil. Mana thumped keeps the same angel again, hehehe..”.

Forced Hazri grimaces. “How is that, sir?”

“Well, here it is. The way? Must be good first if you want to know,” Pak Subakir back mesam-mesem.

“Good, Sir, I'm ready. Bismillah..,” says Hazri finally.

“Alhamdulillah..,” greet the three of them.

“Mas Mahmud, you come here not forced. You yourself are asking to be taught by al-Irfan to be able to understand Tauhid al-Mutlakah through this institute. I'm just guiding Mas Mahmud's journey later. To or not to the truth, his right in God. Not in Mas Mahmud, not in Bapak. That is the fact, if the sharia depends on the mujahadah Mas Mahmud. It depends on the degree of struggle Mas Mahmud himself in pursuing it. The journey was very hard, many were falling in the middle of the road. Indeed, al-Irfan is not taught, but inherited. May Mas Mahmud be one of his heirs.”

“Amin...,” say they're all together.

“How, Mas Mahmud? Ready yet?” Hazri nodded steadily.

“Kang Bilal, please set up..,” pinta Pak Subakir.

Bilal nodded, then exited the room. Agil is coming too. Hazri sees an opportunity. “Pak Subakir, I honestly hold a high review. Does this have to be thrown away first?”

Mr. Subakir looked gently at Hazri for a moment, then lowered his face like before when he first met. The head nodded slowly as if listening to the advice. “Mas Mahmud, the right is in Allah. You can't say whether you should be thrown out or not. If you really have to go, then ‘Cakra review...’ eemm, the review will go alone. If not, it will remain. But, you have to say, if it still exists then the study will feel bland.”

Hazri. Despite being cut off, he knew Subakir almost called ‘Cakra Buana’. Who told you? Hazri never made mention of the name of the study. Never mind, not this indiscriminate person sitting in front of me, he said inwardly. He didn't want to wonder anymore either.

“How, Mas Mahmud?”

“Iya, Sir, I'm ready.”

Pak Subakir egypt. “That, about his review.”

“Oo yes, Sir, I understand. Understand.”

“For a while, I'm going to the restroom first. If Mas Mahmud wants ablution please. There is a ablution place there,” Pak Subakir pointed towards the back of the room.

“Iya, Sir.” So Hazri went ablution. Mr. Subakir went into the house.

A little later they all went back into the room. Mr. Subakir brought al-Qur’an and a small brown book. There's a charcoal stove in there. This was prepared by Bilal. A powder was sprinkled on top of the coals, the cloves fragrant as fragrant as the smoke. A sense of calm also ambushed the heart.