Knowing God as Opposed to Knowing About God,
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Knowing God as Opposed to Knowing About God, The Varied Degrees or Psychic Circle Levels of Experiencing God

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Often I dance with abandon and joy when at a live performance, especially if the music has a beat that just will not allow you to be still, which includes many genres of music from many cultures—traditional and new. During those times of abandonment to joy, I feel such love for the musicians as well for those who are also dancing and swaying to the music. Even more, I feel love for life and for my First Lover, my First Beloved—God, the First Source and Center, the Infinite Creator and Upholder, the Universal Father.

Love for the Creator is something experienced within many religions and races. In these present-day times of misunderstanding, distrust, fear, and even hatred between some Jews and Muslims and between some Christians and Muslims, I think that we who claim to know God/Yahweh/Allah need to come to better know some of His children whom we do not know or understand. We need to sing and dance with people of all races, cultures, nationalities, and religions, especially when we are dancing together for our love of the Divine Overcontroller of all.

With this terrible religious and political tension between various Muslims and Jews as well as various Muslims and Christians, there has been centuries of conflict and warring—sometimes in the name of religion and in these contemporary times often in the name of freedom or human rights or justice or democracy or some other secular ideology. Usually decades-old or centuries-old conflicts between peoples have to do with all of the above and more, but unfortunately religion and “God” are pulled into these out-of-divine-pattern acts of violence and brutality that are often supported by the majority of whole nations of citizens.

In my own search for expressions of genuine spirituality, I have discovered the light and brilliance of many individuals from many eras and religions and cultures. I often draw from the poetry and prose of Muslim mystics who have captured the true essence of Muslim spirituality that transcends religious dogma and doctrine and captures the presence of God among humans. One of these poets is Hafiz, whose works have been translated into English and other European languages and read and appreciated by many other people on a spiritual path in Western civilization.

When thinking about dancing with abandon in the joy of loving life and music and people and God, a poem of Hafiz’s comes to my mind.[1] 


The God Who Only Knows Four Words




Has known God,

Not the God of names,

Not the God of dont's,

Not the God who ever does

Anything weird,

But the God who only knows four words

And keeps repeating them, saying:

“Come dance with Me.”




            The title of this article is “Knowing God as Opposed to Knowing About God, the Varied Degrees or Psychic Circle Levels of Experiencing God.” I think that spiritual ascension is a process of getting to know God, not just getting to know about Him. Again, I think of Hafiz and another poem he wrote.  


Skinning Your Knees on God


Little by little

You turn into stars.


Even then, my dear,

You will only be

A crawling infant,

Still skinning your knees on God.


Little by little,

You turn into

The whole sweet, amorous Universe

In heat

On a wild spring night,


And become so free

In a wonderful, secret

And pure Love

That flows

From a conscious,


Infinite need for Light.


Even then, my dear,

The Beloved will have fulfilled

Just a fraction,

Just a fraction!

Of a promise

He wrote upon your heart.


When your soul begins

To ever bloom and laugh

And spin in Eternal Ecstasy—


O little by little,

You will become like God.


            When I read the poetry of Shams-ud-din Muhammad Hafiz I know that this fourteenth century Persian Sufi poet knew God, that he experienced God almost daily in his life, that he knew many nuances, many faces of God. He recognized the difference between those who knew God and those who merely knew about God. He often spoke out against false religious leaders who talked a good talk but did not walk their talk.


The Diamond Takes Shape


Some parrots

Have become so skilled with

The human voice


They could give a brilliant discourse

About freedom and God


And an unsighted man nearby might

Even begin applauding with

The thought:


I just heard jewels fall from a

Great man’s mouth,


Though my Master used to say,


“The diamond takes shape slowly

With integrity’s great force,


And from

The profound courage to never relinquish love.”


Some parrots have become so skilled

With words,


The blind turn over their gold

And lives to caged




I like to use Hafiz because he was a devout Muslim who lived and expressed his spirituality with depth and genuiness. I use Hafiz because he was born, lived, and died in the land that today we call Iran, a land that is coveted by our government and corporations, a land that we Americans are supposed to consider as enemy territory. Many of the citizens of Iran are devout religionists who are searching to know God, and they love Hafiz, one of their favorite classical poets. 

Hafiz was born poor and had to work hard to pay for his schooling in theology, astronomy, mathematics, and Persian literature. He memorized the Quran (Koran) and mastered the art of caligraphy. As a young man it is said that the angel Gabriel appeared to him and directed him to the human spiritual teacher that he was to serve for more than 40 years. Often he struggled with his human elder, thinking that his teacher was too hard on him, too harsh. But Hafiz remained loyal to serving his spiritual leader because he believed that was what God wanted, and that was what Hafiz in his higher self wanted.

In realizing the value of having a spiritual elder in his life, Hafiz also understood that everyone needs a “Master” who can keep them on the higher path, so he encouraged those he met to look for a human elder.



That’s the Whole Idea


Fire has a love for itself—

It wants to keep burning.


It is like a woman

Who is at last making love

To the person she most desires.


Find a Master who is like the Sun.


Go to his house

In the middle of the night.


Smash a window.

Act like a great burglar—

Jump in.



Gather all your courage—

Throw yourself into his bed!


He will probably kill you.



That’s the whole idea!


Of course, in the last lines of the poem above, Hafiz did not mean killing the body of the person, just the lower self, the ego, the false identity that is not part of the true personality of the person. He understood the need for a “soul surgeon” and that in order to become a spiritual leader yourself, you needed to submit first to your own spiritual elder(s) and undergo the “sword of truth” that will cut to the error and sin and bring it out. 


What Happens


What happens when your soul

Begins to awaken

Your eyes

And your heart

And the cells of your body

To the great Journey of Love?


First there is wonderful laughter

And probably precious tears


And a hundred sweet promises

And those heroic vows

No one can ever keep.


But still God is delighted and amused

You once tried to be a saint.


What happens when your soul

Begins to awake in this world


To our deep need to love

And serve the Friend?


O the Beloved

Will send you

One of His wonderful, wild companions—


Like Hafiz.


During his life Hafiz at times was in favor with those in political and religious power and at other times he was not. He was blacklisted, jailed, and even exiled at times because of his outspoken poetry and teachings that challenged the status quo of established thinking. He also at times in his life was a court poet, a college professor, and highly respected. In his later years Hafiz became a great spiritual teacher with a following of students who lived with him in a type of intentional community, a religious order. What made Hafiz so great a spiritual teacher was that he was first a student, understanding the need for spiritual eldership in his own life. He reportedly was very short and considered physically unattractive, and yet he attained great inner beauty.

His poetry reflects his life-long process of unfolding into knowing God more intimately. Hafiz knew that God is indeed what a later English poet referred to as “the Hound of Heaven” and is continually reaching out to touch us, to awaken us, to invite us to sup with Him. In this next poem, we see God as The Friend whose love we cannot escape. Yet how we come to embrace that love is our choice. 


A Divine Invitation


You have been invited to meet

The Friend.


No one can resist a Divine Invitation.


That narrows down all our choices

To just two:


We can come to God

Dressed for Dancing,




Be carried on a stretcher

To God’s Ward.


You don’t have to act crazy anymore—

We all know you were good at that.


Now retire, my dear,

From all that hard work you do


Of bringing pain to your sweet eyes and heart.


Look in a clear mountain mirror—

See the Beautiful Ancient Warrior

And the Divine elements

You always carry inside


That infused this Universe with sacred Life

So long ago


And join you Eternally

With all Existence—with God!


I think of the culture here in the religious community of Global Community Communications Alliance (at Avalon Gardens & EcoVillage in Rio Rico, Arizona) as both a place for dancing and a rehabilitation ward. Wherever any of us aligned here happen to be psychospiritually in the moment will determine whether we are dancing or acting crazed and conflicted. 


Manic Screaming


We should make all spiritual talk

Simple today:


God is trying to sell you something,

But you don’t want to buy.


That is what your suffering is:


Your fantastic haggling,

Your manic screaming over the price!


In our negotiating with God over the proverbial “pearl of great price,” we sometimes just refuse to pay the high price of making the deep changes necessary for really knowing and dancing with Him.


And Applaud


Once a young man came to me and said,


“Dear Master,

I am feeling strong and brave today,

And I would like to know the truth

About all of my—attachments.”


And I replied,





Sweet Heart,

Do you really want me to speak to you

About all your attachments,


When I can see so clearly

You have built, with so much care,

Such a great brothel

To house all of your pleasures.


You have even surrounded the whole damn place

With armed guards and vicious dogs

To protect your desires


So that you can sneak away

From time to time

And try to squeeze light

Into your parched being

From a source as fruitful

As a dried date pit

That even a bird

Is wise enough to spit out.


Your attachments! My dear,

Let’s not speak of those,


For Hafiz understands the sufferings

Of your heart.


Hafiz knows

The torments and the agonies

That every mind on the way to Annihilation in the Sun

Must endure.


So at night in my prayers I often stop

And ask a thousand angels to join in

And Applaud,


And Applaud


Anything in this world

That can bring your heart comfort!”


In my own walk in getting to know God more intimately, I too have had my moments of neurosis, my moments of being the “Dragon Lady.” Like Hafiz who said, “I know the way you can get” to those of his family, friends, and students, my own human friends have said to me, “I know the way you can get when you forget who you really are.” Another poem by Hafiz:


I Know the Way You Can Get


I know the way you can get

When you have not had a drink of [God’s] Love:


Your face hardens,

Your sweet muscles cramp.

Children become concerned

About a strange look that appears in your eyes

Which even begins to worry your own mirror

And nose.


Squirrels and birds sense your sadness

And call an important conference in a tall tree.

They decide which secret code to chant

To help your mind and soul.


Even angels fear that brand of madness

That arrays itself against the world

And throws sharp stones and spears into

The innocent

And into one’s self.


O I know the way you can get

If you have not been out drinking [God’s] Love.


You might rip apart

Every sentence your friends and teachers say,

Looking for hidden clauses.


You might weigh every word on a scale

Like a dead fish.


You might pull out a ruler to measure

From every angle in your darkness

The beautiful dimensions of a heart you once



I know the way you can get

If you have not had a drink from Love’s



That is why all the Great Ones speak of

The vital need

To keep remembering God,

So you will come to know and see Him

As being so Playful

And wanting,

Just wanting to help.


I think all of us who are on a spiritual path can recognize that we have at times fled God. Actually we still do that when we fear what He wants of us, and Hafiz speaks of this: 


Too Beautiful


The fire

Has roared near you.

The most intimate parts of your body

God scorched,



Of course you have run

From your marriages into a




That will shelter you

From embracing every aspect of Him.


God has

Roared near us.

The lashes on our heart’s eye got burnt.

Of course we have

Run away


From His

Sweet flaming breath

That proposed an annihilation

Too real,





God’s roaring and scorching, His annihilation, is part of our growth process, part of our healing and rehabilitation process, part of our ascension. This process has been referred to in the Christian tradition as “the dark night of the soul.” In order to continue to know God, we have to continue to dwell in the dark nights of the soul, which results in health, dance, and joy. Hafiz tells us to stay in those dark nights of the soul.  


My Eyes So Soft




Your loneliness so quickly.

Let it cut more



Let it ferment and season you

As few human

Or even Divine ingredients can.


Something missing in my heart tonight

Has made my eyes so soft,

My voice so



My need of God




We need to overcome our temptations to regress, to go backwards into our old madness. We need to continue to accept God’s constant invitations for us to rejoin Him. Hafiz tells us: 


Divine Invitation to Dance


I know the voice of depression

Still calls to you.


I know those habits that can ruin your life

Still send their invitations.


But you are with the Friend now

And look so much stronger.


You can stay that way

And even bloom!


Keep squeezing drops of the Sun

From your prayers and work and music

And from your companions’ beautiful laughter.


Keep squeezing drops of the Sun

From the sacred hands and glance of your Beloved

And, my dear,

From the most insignificant movements

Of your own holy body.


Learn to recognize the counterfeit coins

That may buy you just a moment of pleasure,

But then drag you for days

Like a broken man

Behind a farting camel.


You are with the Friend now.

Learn what actions of yours delight Him,

What actions of yours bring freedom

And Love.


Whenever you say God’s name, dear pilgrim,

My ears wish my head was missing

So they could finally kiss each other

And applaud your nourishing wisdom.


O keep squeezing drops of the Sun

From your prayers and work and music

And from your companions’ beautiful laughter


And from the most insignificant movements

Of your own holy body.


Now, sweet one,

Be wise.

Cast all your votes for Dancing.


In spite of our discomfort at the sharp cutting of the soul surgeon and our struggles to die to our lower selves, the spiritual elder, the soul surgeon, the true human-rights advocate and minister, the true friend also calls out to our real selves, our higher selves. 


We Should Talk About This Problem


There is a Beautiful Creature

Living in a hole you have dug.


So at night

I set fruit and grains

And little pots of wine and milk

Beside your soft earthen mounds,


And I often sing.


But still, my dear,

You do not come out.


I have fallen in love with Someone

Who hides inside you.


We should talk about this problem—



I will never leave you alone.


As we ascend and become stabilized in our higher psychic circles, we become more compassionate and loving, caring deeply about others’ well-being, experiencing grief and sadness over other people’s suffering. Yet we are lightened, as Hafiz was, and have humor and joy, loving music and dance and poetry and good stories and food and nature and each other. We celebrate life every day, for we have the Beloved within us and all around us.


A Wild, Holy Band


Your breath is a sacred clock, my dear—

Why not use it to keep time with God’s Name?


And if your feet are ever mobile

Upon this ancient drum, the earth,

O do not let your precious movements

Come to naught.


Let your steps dance silently

To the rhythm of the Beloved’s Name!


My fingers and my hands

Never move through empty space,

For there are

Invisible golden lute strings all around,

Sending Resplendent Chords

Throughout the Universe.


I hear the voice

Of every creature and plant,

Every world and sun and galaxy—

Singing the Beloved’s Name!


I have awakened to find violin and cello,

Flute, harp and trumpet,

Cymbal, bell and drum—

All with me!

From head to toe, every part of my body

Is chanting and clapping!


My dear,

The Beloved has made you

Such a Luminous Person!


For with constant remembrance of God,

One’s whole body will become

A Wonderful and Wild

Holy Band! 



[1] The renderings in English of Hafiz’s poems in this article by Daniel Ladinsky are based upon the translation from Persian to English by H. Wilberforce Clark (originally published in 1891). The intent of Ladinsky was to capture the living spirit of Hafiz’s poetry.

Author Bio

Niánn Emerson Chase

Niánn Emerson Chase co-founded Global Community Communications Alliance, a 120+ member intentional community located in southern Arizona. Niánn is the Director of the University of Ascension Science and the Physics of Rebellion, as well as serving on the Board of Elders. She is a counselor and a pastor.

Niánn is a spiritual leader, educator, activist, and a prolific author with many articles on culture, society, spirituality, and sustainability. Her spiritual-based philosophies and peace-motivated efforts have positively impacted countless individuals worldwide.

Her personal ideals and pursuits are to fuse revelatory spiritual teachings with the philosophical and spiritual truths from all cultures and religions into the classroom and into mainstream consciousness.

Niánn shares her visions and teachings to reveal a global outlook toward a future of world peace and harmony as one planetary family.