For me there was only one pir. That was Zia’s father, Villiyat. PIR Villayat. He initiated me into the Sufi Order. He married Karima and me. He sang, he played cello, he philosophized and recited great poetry. He spoke many languages fluently and brought the great spirits of eternity into being before our eyes. He also has been dead now for three years. I felt in some ways like the Sufi Order had died with him. Now I went to see what was left.
Three days later, we drove north out of Sarasota excited with the new possibilities Pir Zia had discussed with all of us. The great torch has been well passed, and it may well become a beacon for the world.

The aura I perceived coming from him was that of confidence, joy, and intelligent concern. I sensed the presence of access to different options and unexpected tools. There seemed to be an “awareness” of a different way to do things and of access to new avenues.
The world is always changing, but that pace is quickening because of mankind's access to new technologies. Religion is also being confronted with deeply probing questions, even from many of its faithful members who seek new ways and new options to accommodate their new understandings of a different concept of life. Somehow, a great threshold seems to have been passed over, and we are slowly becoming aware that we are entering into a vast new capacity. The old answers are still there, still coming from all the old churches and they are as strongly presented as they ever have been. But the questions have changed

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