You shall not pass! – Gandalf Grey screamed, protecting his troupes, at the very thin bridge somehow look a like to ‘al sirat’ the bridge over hell fire that was in fact hair thin..
‘you shall not pass!’ Gandalf Grey namely was inspired. Love burned in his mawlana heart for his troupes that was standing behind him, terrified at the sight of that big black monster coming forth towards them swinging breathing fire..
As the crack was heart and that monster fell down into the abyss, a crack like chestnuts running over the veranda, everything went silent.
As that snake coiled its evil magical art like a snake around Gandalf Grey’s right foot, there was panic. And as he lost his grip and fell into the abyss after the monster, everybody was flabberghasted at the sight, and obeyed the commanders last command; ‘run!.. you fools..’
And that they did..
‘I am a monster..’ Gandalf stood there with his staff down in Moria mines, after having landed in the cold water of a stream together with the Balrog that was fighting him.. ‘nice cold refreshing awakening!..’ he said to himself, ‘instead of rocks and stones and break my bones..’
The staff gave light and the balrog was confused .. ‘I’m a monster!..’ Gandalf kept on uttering , looking into the Balrogs eyes without stupid hate in his own, but almost like a smile somewhere between love and deception..
The balrog saw that white like being, white beautiful beard, slim but still fit body, beautiful white hair on the head, and a beautiful powerful igniting face behind those eyes, and was suddenly confused.. ‘Is it NOT ME whom is a monster??!’ it suddenly thought.. And bursting could not hold itself any longer, it roared, ‘What the hell is this I scream with AJ..’ then that crack was heard again like chestnuts running over the veranda driven by the wind, and Gandalf seized the opportunity to draw his sword he had hidden under his white cloak, and with one swift stroke strike the balrog down.. ‘Next time he wakes up he will not wake up..’ Gandalf thought as he solemnly was standing there the balrog dying at his feet and feeling relieved and happy..
‘ahhh.. I got away from Zen disease number 1 and 2..’ Gandalf pondered to himself.. As that monster was lying there, dying.. He looked down and ascertained happy at the fact.. ‘it was a miracle of Allah.. That cute lion with his idiot head does not know anything, but he is living living, he is among the living, and also he is the judge in the jungle.. as that wild dog barks around him like crazy the lion lying there 7 times bigger majistetically, the lion is eschewing some very important business, like what he is going to judge to the benefit of the black mamba or the crocodile as they were having a fight over the black mamba trying to strike the crocodile with its poison as the crocodile had helped it over the river on its back.. you know snakes.. always the knife in the back, even on another reptile if it fits into its endless need of attention.. ‘the crocodile I also hate when I swim across the river..’ the lion think, ‘but the black mamba I fear as I tread the ground.. well..’ he looked down at the wild dog trying to stir up his attention by jumping with its jaws towards its throat.. ‘just a passing observation..’ the lion for a while held down the brown black dog on the ground with its paw, just for it not to get the idea that the lion was helpless..
‘when he wakes up he will never wake up again..’ Gandalf pondered beautiful he thought upon the question.. ‘Al Hamdu Lillahi Rabba Al Ailamin.. Allah liked my absolute magic, so he put the power of His own might behind it, and together we are now to make it out of the mines of Moria I think.. ‘ Gandalf said to himself slightly quietly aloud, it was always good to hear ones own voice after such an encounter like this.. ‘well well well.. Allah knows everything, and since the lion is put in charge of the jungle like a Khalifa , Khalifa being among humans, then I wonder.. if not Allah himself sometimes is surprised by things.. But I know that is a dangerous thought to stay at, but as a passing reflection very right.. sort of like the women coming to me, wanting to fuck, and the moon is split in two if I even think the thought that I do not like it, when in fact, I love them.. it is only that that I love to have it halal.. but if anyway happens Allah has promised forgiveness.. you see, they demand it from me, and if I refuse even the slightest, the moon splits apart in two.. but with the zikhr, if so an intercourse actually WOULD happen, Allah has promised to ‘surely this is the word that separates and it is no joke’ the profound thing is, that when Allah thus separated, you are happy, but when the women runs away after having been one with you, the moon splits.. AAHHH now I see it..’ Gandalf was suddenly very happy he had fallen down with that balrog.. ‘well, he dragged me down surely, so I shall not thank him’ he looked over his shoulder upon the dead corpse of the monster, ‘for it.. I shall rather praise Allah whom made me come down into these tunnels and having such profound thinking of reflection!..’
And that is how it went when Gandalf became white.. He was walking towards that light through the black tunnel, he was seeing the light up there, somewhere above him, almost supernaturally high.. And he did not think so much about the issue.. was just happy that Allah’s mercy and compassion was close since he was deep underground in a mountain, and thereby, and only thereby he was suddenly happy, since it brought about profound thoughts.. ‘I love this crazy going ..’ Gandalf thought.. And with a strike of enlightened intuition, Gandalf knew he would know where to go, and where his steps would turn him.. and that made him come back to the dangerous thought; before he kept on reflecting upon it , he repeated ‘there is no God but Allah’ three times.. then he could dare.. ‘there is something in the universe,.. ‘ he began to himself, ‘did they call it a ‘force’ ??, well.. Zen Master Blyth said that ‘force’ is not the right word.. did they call it ‘power??’ power of love maybe..’ and satisfied at himself coming this far in thinking , .. he stopped a little.. the sound of running water he had not heard, thinking of reflection brought about like a love sphere in which you existed, and when you look up it is with a surprise to find yourself now wherever you are.. ‘when a person loves, a protecting sphere is created around it..’ Radagast once had told him.. ‘ah yhea..’ he remembered..
‘well.. power is God’s might.. sometimes he can LIKE your magic.. like in my case..’ Gandalf thought, ‘yes.. God Himself like my absolute magic.. making the angels shout out that they ‘love this person Gandalf’ in the heavens, and so He put His might behind it, making it dominion on earth.. that is a beautiful mountain.. and I am walking in a mountain..’ the sound of the running water was approaching closer.. ‘And sometimes God Himself can be surprised..’ Gandalf reflected upon the fact that this was that dangerous thought again.. ‘It is dangerous..’ Gandalf stopped in the cave, ‘since it leads to the LOGIC,, you see that is the danger of it.. The Qufr try to look behind phenomena, until they suddenly think everything is a bad prank and tries to look behind God, where of course they find nothing.. thinking ‘surely God Himself was created out of nothing..’ There is no God but Allah there is no God but Allah there is no God but Allah..’ Gandalf repeated the phrase again, feeling more safe, leaning a little on the wall, and suddenly feeling that cold flash again, ‘well that was pleasant after this fire with the balrog..’ he thought.. ‘let’s drink a little..’ and as he was filling his mouth with that fresh water bursting forth from the rock, clear it felt and cold, he also sensed that the rock was containing chalk, which was white like his robe and his beard and his hair, and he needed it he felt, so he licked a little on the rock too in a good fashion, but still challenging himself, ‘nor look too good nor talk too wise’ as he whom had written The Lion King, had written in his poem ‘If’..
And that made him come back to the dangerous moment.. ‘not the Moria mine of course’ Gandalf said to himself, he only feared Allah, or at least that was his striving for to do and perform such a miracle, BUT THE DANGEROUS THOUGHT.. ‘If this.. or IF that..’ always opened the satanical door. ‘And I want to that door at the end of the black tunnel!’ Gandalf speared his teeth in withering thrill, like the shill of the water against his teeth as he licked on that chalk, white like his robe in the dark.. ‘that is the balcony up there’ he suddenly ascertained, with a strike of enlightenment he then saw himself reaching there through the dark, and that the Lord of the Wings, his friend would get him there and carry him down to the world again.. ‘fantastic!’ Gandalf suddenly uttered, but not exclaimed, even though you only feared Allah that did not mean you becoming a fool and awakening possible enemies to your precense..
‘ “did God come out of nothing” is the dangerous conclusion these whom try to look behind phenomena is coming to by their stupid logic.. the stupid logic of course driven by the general subconscious mind, that want the flower to grow from the bottom, instead of like a lotus enveloping towards the sun..
‘they say I am Satan himself..’ Gandalf kept on reflecting, ‘but that is just because I can beat them on their own turns.. them with their stupid black magic, and smartly slapped ‘everybody shall be an idiot but me’ a kind of boasting Föllinger007 was speaking about to me, ‘Tant Agda.. det finns två sätt att skryta på.. det första är att tala om hur bra man själv är.. det andra är, är att tala om hur dåliga alla andra är.. ty då framstår man ju själv som mycket bättre i jämförelse’ it was from this screehing unthankfulness that the Zen diseases arose, and qufrness was nothing else than to want to swallow enlightenment and becoming a Lucifer.. that is, a devil of deception.. might appear pleasant TO THE EYE.. but ‘we are led to believe a lie when we look with the eye ‘ ‘eye lie’ as we called it in the trade.. and such it was with that little stupid business I guess.. ‘ Gandalf reflected as the stair began becoming a little steeper, and he could feel that mighty rock he was stepping on that the dwarfs had made, before the orchs invaded the caves..
RRR BM.. he said himself, shivering in compassion, suddenly feeling the presence of something.. some other, like ghostly chill running around his body, and as he was turning the thing was suddenly standing there, like a light of a motorcar hitting him straight in the eye, but this was light from a source much less mechanical, an angel was standing there..
‘I am here to announce that from now on you are not Gandalf Grey.. ‘
‘I know what you are going to say..’ Gandalf spoke back to the angel, ‘you want me from now on to be Gandalf White and I accept that..’
‘exactly.. you have gotten the message..’ the angel said, and disappeared, and again the cave became a dark room where only that spotlight was seen, ‘the balcony I am going to reach..’ Gandalf thought as he kept on stepping upwards..
‘when you defeat or are about to defeat the qufr they always spit you in the face and aim for the eye, and then try to induce some psychotical thought in you, that you are actually them, and them actually you or vice versa mutatis mutandis however the case may be.. that is to confuse you.. and that is exactly what I did with that balrog, .. luckily enough the words ‘master ‘ and ‘monster’ are very similar, so be the stress of the dark room and that light in my hand, the balrog must surely suddenly have thought that I am Lucifer.. ‘how else can he break that tilted bridge in two as I am about to step up to him over it??’ and thus, I came victorious.. the snake always tries to hypnotise with its cobra eyes of spiining wheel around, that you are itself, ‘and then soon to be in my stomach that will become a reality..’ it says, and so, I made a successful negentrophy also this time.. spinning the wheel of the law the right way, and not the wrong direction perverting the fitra of natural order into a reptile kingdom on earth hell..’
Gandalf knew that the sound of what the propelling said, was the key to reality.. it was like his absolute magic, and God’s might upon it.. Allah had showed His might clearly, with Prophet Muhammad splitting the moon from top to bottom.. and then after people marvelling at the miracle, putting it together again, the two pieces..
‘and that brings me back to all these hot women demanding sex from me.. you see the miracle is, that when Allah is splitting things apart, it is a relief, similar to the empty spaces where light traverses but can’t be seen, between planets.. the light is travelling there, happy that the word of Allah was kept, even if one part became sore like a woman whore and wanting to get greedy on the deal.. so to the light those empty spaces might be such a relief, so that when it meets the friction finally, after 8 minutes to planet earth, and there suddenly is seen, that pain as it might be, is not felt as anything but a happy challenge after being so free in the space between.. ‘in the space between’ Gandalf said, and was suddenly feeling that pleasure of orgastic potence in his balls.. He still had it..
And, the general public before Doomsday, will fall down on their knees, just you manage one thing publically, and privately.. TO ONLY FEAR ALLAH and no one by His side.. that is the Takbir.. That is the Allahhu Ak Bahr.. Yhea.. ‘ Gandalf ascertained to himself, again looking down a little distracted on a ground of stairs he could not see because of the darkness, feeling happy with all this profound thinking down in the mines of Moria.. deep deep down.. DDD.. where no light can be seen, except that Balcony of wind and snow and freeze where surely my friend the Lord of the winds will find me..
And so he stopped and pondered, and suddenly saw a propeller of gold crashing into the earth and with it melting and the earth dissolving in layers of layers of layers upon fire.. ‘it is double for everyone but you know it not..’ as Allah said in the Quran about the Qufr..
‘The world perished because it destroyed the Mawlana..’ Gandalf suddenly heard the words, and the angel with the light again appeared.. ‘You are now going to tell me about the end of the world..’ Gandalf ascertained and passed it on to the angel.. ‘yes my friend.. ‘what the propeller said’ was following Prince to Japan.. moving his fan Daito the teacher of the nation said:
‘I am enjoying long to bath in the imperial breeze..’ exactly like that it will be, remember those words carefully..’ and the angel again showed Gandalf that golden propeller spinning, crashing into the earth carefully, like Basho’s poem; ‘When I look CAREFULLY, I can see the nazuna blooming by the hedge..’ when and at that time when darkness had overtaken all around, just like you in this cave falling down from that hair thin bridge since you broke it into two, like RasulAllah showing Allah’s might, but THIS, with your absolute white magic, it will be exactly like this dear friend you see..’ the angel ascertain most beautifully and cheerfully.. their hearts beating together.. ‘didn’t our hearts beat when he spoke to us??’
So, when the propeller was fanning the world and they were enjoying the relief from hellfire, and the word of beautiful airy thought was NOT FOLLOWED, and they forced the propeller to stop, like some old rear heavy woman sort of..’ the angel suddenly cleared its throat, like it was going to say something but abstained, since it might be perceived as unfitting.. then, the propper to stop.. yhea..’ and taking up the thread the angel said again, ‘to stop its movement no more beauty and truth anyone gave anything to – and even tortured the Imam..’ Gandalf was suddenly like in a white light, and with sudden insight not to be formulated, his brain was rewritten for this future mission. He knew it would be his, and that it contained painful ingrediences.. ‘Satan threatens you with poverty and persecution.. but Allah promises you forgiveness and a great reward..’
‘worse than death..’ the angel catched his breath as Gandalf too came back from the light , the vision light and suddenly saw the angel standing there, perfectly formed, and with a gaze of dominion and might Gandalf so well recognized in himself, but not yet that level.. but earthly level was always heavier, so he was recompensed.. ‘you shall not look too closely at beauty.. just as you do not stare into the sun..’ Imam al Ghazali had written.. and that was true.. the important thing with good things, was the togetherness of it, just as you desired a beautiful woman, and was prepared to perform any heroic act for you to feel whole again, like one, ‘but I won’t do that’, and ‘that’ he could not tell his sexslaves anymore, which came and desired him in a stream of never before seen passion among women, up to his room constantly, and the moon was not to be split in two.. you see, when THE CREATOR parted, it was like a woman parting her legs for you, you felt that fresh cool air of relief, and the whole thing was a moment in time that was happy.. ‘one is all’ , where Allah into a span contracted everything to be felt as pleasure of love and culminating in orgasm, exactly at that moment.. and you wake up and look at the time, and it lacks 2 hours.. ‘honey we kept on two hours, .. don’t know what happened..’ while the devil was parting things, splitting, like a xxx version, you come home and find your wife in bed with the postman, her legs by her head and his making an x.. that was the most horrible experience.. and there the golden rule was bringing clear insight ‘do not do unto others what you do not want done to yourself’..
‘anyway..’ Gandalf turned to the angel which called him back from his deep profound thinking, ‘so when those little men torture the Imam worse than death experience ‘and it all stopped’ – then no more everything would perish – and the whole thing then Agent X took over.. ‘
‘like the postman or rather busdriver or subway guard right..’ Gandalf was smiling a knowing smile and raising a knowing eyebrow at the angel, whom ‘hhhrrmmpphhht’ himself, feelling revealed in something Gandalf divined that it could not say..
‘yes.. Gandalf I agree with you..’ the angel just said and nodded silently, taking an injection of apomorphine to keep the calm going.. ‘and the whole world would perish that was the whole message..’
‘I got it.. (!)’ Gandalf said smiling, and so the angel disappeared in light contracting backwards into space, perishing into the stair Gandalf was to walk up ‘towards that light up there.. the balcony! Ah! Now I KNOW IT!!..’
‘And that was like the oppsite of Qufr.. “here we have a little child” they say, “that we are going to sacrifice to Satan..” “thus our solution , since those other things won’t go away, is we have to obliterate the whole earth, and just have him in a monocle, clearly fixed and scrutinized constantly, a way of boasting since no one is perfect, and instead of concentrating upon our own faults, we just concentrate upon him, and as soon as he feels slightly unconfortable (by the thought, which he should not know but know anyway; I am about to be sacrificed by the general public to satan again..), and also somehow creepy skin, like all over him just eyes, “there is only room for one I in here.. I mean meeee..” then we at once stamp with our black guard foot and exclaim “I am better than him!! And more mighty!! You see what a mistake THAT ONE DID..” and since everybody is focusing they all agree, and then come to the conclusion they are better than the mawlana, “AND THEREFORE HE SHALL DIE SACRIFICED TO SATAN SO WE CAN FEEL GOOD AGAIN!!” someone exclaimed, and applause arises like an atombomb blast, when Joseph Stalin is hanging peasant..
And that takes me back to the thing.. ‘ Gandalf pondered.. ‘The Qufrs are going to try to make you ask ‘Who created God’ instead of just understanding the fact of the Quran and that God created Adham, the first human, from where they themselves came.. so instead of being thankful towards the creator, they will instigate all around to ask ‘Who created God’ and begin to fancy God came out of nothing.. ‘and therefore there must be a force in the universe that makes even God surprised..’ yes, I can agree with D’evil in one thing, like pulling out the hair between my buttocks, and flamethrowing envy flies to oblivion, sort of the same thing but on different levels, one vertical and the other horizontal.. but that does not make me have this thought as anything but a reflection.. I guess everybody is looking up towards the stars, and thinking about their beloved, her eyes like stars shining for you, and you say; ‘I want the full moon to be full.. even when you can’t see it honey..’ and it will be a lucky very lucky time if she is agreeing..’
‘And THEN we sacrifice it to satan..’ the Qufrs will say.. ‘it is OUR act..’ the ‘we’ they speak about just a reflection, like the moon shines in the day and makes light, ‘that is why that is a dangerous thought.. ‘ Gandalf was thinking, the reflection being a cold stone which is so beautiful to look at Basho wandered whole night around the lake, looking at the reflection of the moon in the water from different perspectives..
‘But somehow I am having me thinking that God Himself can be surprised sometimes.. It is just that, as a reflection it is Okay you know.. like Satan speaks facts, but if you listen to his honey combing voice in your ear you are misled to catastrophy, but then you say ‘There is no God but Allah’ three times, and the whole thing feels Okey.. and get rid of it.. so when that cold stone goes stone cold crazy on you, and refuses to give ‘no I am rather a whore’ then you have the security.. think if you would then think that God Himself was created out of nothing.. ‘and now I have nothing to live for’ you tell yourself, ‘so I better slit my own throat like some reptile taking my soul to hell, and get rid of the whole problem.. I am now forced to think about it constantly, like a reptile that is going to make me slit my own throat that will drag me down into hell, was pulling me like with the force of a vagina constantly.. uuhhuuu..’ and that crying just brought about a lonely feeling.. ‘satan is with the lonely’ RasulAllah had said.. ‘and why was I alone in a room with a woman not married to in the first place!! RasulAllah says that this brings about Satan being THE THIRED party!! Uuuuuhhhhuhhhuu!! Now I feel lonely IN THIS VACUUM..
!! If I anyway could feel the presence of the Creator, Al Rafur, The one forgiving, and hear those words ‘O my servant whom has perverted yourselves!! Do not lose hope of Allah’s compassion!, since surely His compassion can wipe out all sins!’
‘ And the cold overtook him.. Gandalf thought.. ‘His heart became hard like stone or even harder, since of stones, there are some from where springs bursts forth, and some which crash down in fear of Allah..’ And that is what the earth will do one day, when it takes a mawlana for a rear-heavy woman having no class!!’ he suddenly looked out into the dark upwards triumphantly.. ‘now the angel has told me everything!!!’
‘BECAUSE’ and Gandalf made a slow paction of the words, ‘Satan will tell you: WHO CREATED GOD.. and in the end people with get so deluded, that they will never pay for nothing, and give nothing away for free, and prefer a vacuum to be around the child they claim to love, rather than happiness and marrying a beautiful princess.. ‘ As Gandalf was walking those Moria mines, those black tunnels, walking steps, knowing he would find the way, cause he had now became entitled WHITE WHITE WHITE, and been heightened, ‘just I don’t die down here.. That would be a failure after having been elevated to the WHITE WHITE WHITE beautiful status..’ ‘there is something leading me.. I wonder if it is God Himself, or if it is something that EVEN God Himself would be surprised by..’ that thought again, he always reflected and felt the power of the issue.. but without thinking further, like a force.. a force.. ‘Zen master Blyth says ‘force’ is not the right thinking, well.. I said There is no God but Allah and Muhammad is His messenger’ and kept on with the thinking.. thought.. ‘ Gandalf suddenly thought.. since if you hit the air it will make a sound, if you hit a log it will make no sound.. ‘a force.. but what could it be .. like something in majesty.. but Might belongs to Allah the AlMighty, qualitative, and dominion!!, but??, majesty..’ as he suddenly saw it; IT WAS THE FULFILMENT..!
THE FULFILMENT WAS THE TEST ITSELF, since the most difficult thing to learn for most people was the most easy, like having pleasure to a degree of total union, or understanding why that idiot lion not knowing anything could know EVERYTHING.. since HE WAS THE LIVING AMONG THE DEAD.. ‘we will win by default.. there will be no one left to tell about it..’ Gandalf suddenly saw the line of vision, and as he looked upon the staff in his hand, he saw that it had been transformed sort of, there was an otherness suddenly present in it.. ‘this is cool..’ Gandalf told himself, ‘and I will not thank that Balrog to get me down here.. but Allah of course.. had I died there Gandalf White would not have been my title, and now I hope I will not die before I reach that light..’ he again looked up the light of day was beautiful out there. And he had a sudden longing.. ‘After reaching this rockbottom I have a reference point, and I prefer the light.. this reflection of thinking is great, but even greater pleasure will be, when I again see that sun of light in the day time, and my friend coming to get me I guess..’
‘Like a magical castle.. mansion etc.. Majid, Nobleness.. hmmm.. ‘ Gandalf stopped and pondered.. he suddenly saw something.. ‘I wonder about this.. and Imam Al Ghazali is right, if you are oppressed, you do not need to show your brevity, being brave, laconic, but you can be whinding down that road until you finally reach out of the borders of the Qufr country, and then you are suddenly transformed.. “I was only preparing for a love meeting” you say as you bring flowers to the Princess awaiting you, “and I was brave by hiding my anger.. I am still shaking with rage.. as you see.. “ pointing to the right leg that was still post traumatically stress experiencing that subdued anger..
‘Yhea.. God Himself liked my white magic.. and now He made an angel come down exclaiming me am nowadays ‘Gandalf White’ but I wonder, if there is something also God can be surprised by.. this is interesting.. or maybe it is just development.. like flowers development you know.. ‘we are flowers, do not break us..’ like that moon breaking in two proving Allah’s might, or my white magic breaking that tilted bridge over the abyss as for the fire monster to fall down into it.. so maybe it is that you know.. God created something, and it shall not appear from the underworld growing looking beautiful like it came from upper air, the sunny weather.. no,.. then it shall simply be Les Fleurs de Mal.. ‘ and again looking at his staff , Gandalf suddenly experienced that heavy kind of insight amazement which the whole thing was about.. ‘I seem to have been blessed with the benefit of the doubt.. that was great.. Allah knows everthing..’ And reciting ayat al Qursi, he fell down on his knees praying and thanking Allah AlMighty for this gift, and also praying for Allah to make it permanent and no only a mirage in the desert or something similar..
As he rose up from that prayer, didn’t know how much time had elapsed, ‘so developing something out of His creation He created with His own hands which He does not know Himself, BUT WHICH IS IN His KNOWLEDGE!! Ah! There we had it’ Gandalf had snapped back unto the thread as soon as he rise up.. ‘ Yhea.. as Gandalf was walking those black tunnels he was pondering upon the profundity of this experience..