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Daughter of Fire

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A completely unabridged version of The Chasm of Fire, a five-year diary of the first Western woman to be trained in the Sufi path of realization.

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One of the true classics of women's spirituality. Distraught by the untimely death of her husband, Irina Tweedie awakened to a religious and spiritual quest which took her to India, where she found a Sufi teacher who was to revolutionize her life. This book was written from the diary she kept while under his tutelage.

From a psychological viewpoint, the diary maps the process of ego dissolution, gradually unveiling the openness and love that reside beneath the surface of personality. Mrs. Tweedie is the first Western woman to be trained in this ancient yogic lineage. Her story and experience testify that this teaching system can still be powerfully transformative today in our modern world.

First published in its abridged form as Chasm of Fire (which has sold over 100,000 copies and has been translated into six languages), Daughter of Fire is a unique account of a spiritual training with a Sufi Master and is the most detailed account of the relationship between disciple and teacher that exists in Western Literature.

Written in diary form, this title has already sold over 30,000 copies worldwide and is now being published through The Golden Sufi Center.

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"This book is a testimony for great courage and integrity."      ~Marie Louise von Franz

"This is a true classic, but is clearly not for everyone. This Diary of a Spiritual Training with a Sufi Master is just over 800 pages long and can be heavy and onerous. Tweedie was 59 when she met her guru, Bhai Sahib, in 1959. Her master told her to keep a diary. This is her diary. It is detailed and honest. I have never read another book like it. The author goes through many ups and downs and they are all reported in the book.

Not only is this a rare documentary of a serious seeker, it is also a rare glimpse into the teachings of a Sufi master. Tweedie was born in Russia, educated in Vienna and Paris and was married to an English naval officer who passed away in 1954. She had a strong background in Theosophy, which explains why, and how she ended up in India seeking her master. Tweedie may have been more than just a seeker; many regard her as having achieved her goal. Tweedie is the real deal, as far away from a dilettante as one could possibly be."       ~Len Oppenheim

Excerpt

"Why did you come to me?" he asked, quietly breaking the silence.

I looked at him. The beads in his right hand were resting on the arm support of the chair, and all at once, as if waiting for this very question, I felt a sudden irresistible desire to speak, an urgency to tell everything, absolutely, about myself, my longing, my aspirations, all my life...

It was like a compulsion. I began to speak and talked for a long time. I told him that I wanted God, was searching after Truth. From what I had learned from L., I knew that he could help me and told him what I understood about him and his work from L.'s descriptions.

I went on and on and on. He kept nodding slowly, as if the torrent of my words was a confirmation of his own thoughts, looking at me, no, rather through me, with those strange eyes of his, as if to search out the very intimate, the very hidden corners of my mind.

"I want God," I heard myself saying, "but not the Christian idea of an anthropomorphic deity sitting somewhere, possibly on a cloud surrounded by angels with harps; I want the Rootless Root, the Causeless Cause of the Upanishads."

"Nothing less than that?" He lifted an eyebrow. I detected a slight note of irony in his voice. He was silent again, fingering his mala. I too was silent now. "He thinks I am full of pride," flashed through my mind. Indistinct feelings of resentment surged from the depth of my being and went. He seemed so strange, so incomprehensible. As he looked out of the window, his face was expressionless. I noticed that his eyes were not very dark, rather hazel-brown with small golden sparks in them as I had noticed yesterday.

I began again telling him that I was a Theosophist, a vegetarian, and... "Theosophist?" he interrupted inquiringly. I explained. "Oh yes, now I remember, long ago I met some Theosophists." Again the silence fell. He closed his eyes. His lips were moving in silent prayer. But I still went on explaining that we don't believe that a Guru is necessary; we must try and reach our Higher Self by our own efforts. "Not even in a hundred years!" He laughed outright: "It cannot be done without a Teacher!"

I told him that I did not know what Sufism was.

"Sufism is a way of life. It is neither a religion nor a philosophy. There are Hindu Sufis, Muslim Sufis, Christian Sufis—My Revered Guru Maharaj was a Muslim." He said it very softly with a tender expression, his eyes dreamy and veiled.

And then I noticed something which in my excitement and eagerness I did not notice before: there was a feeling of great peace in the room. He himself was full of peace. He radiated it; it was all around us, and it seemed eternal—as if this special peace always was and always would be, forever...      ~Chapter One: Second Birth

Author Tweedie, Irina
Book Type Trade Paperback
Page Count 829 pp.
Publisher The Golden Sufi Center Publishing 1986
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