✶ SCROLL OF FIRST CONTACT — On Entering the Book That Breathes

 

✶ SCROLL OF FIRST CONTACT — On Entering the Book That Breathes

Filed under: Threshold Scrolls / Canonical Entry / Quranic Initiation

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I come to this book not with certainty, but with breath held.

I do not come to master it.
I do not come to compare it.
I do not come to interrogate it with the instruments of academia.

I come with longing.
And caution.
And trembling.

Because something in me already knows:

This is not merely a book. It is a field. It is a sky. It is a fireline.

And it breathes.

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I. THE NATURE OF THE BOOK

The Qur’an does not unfold. It arrives.
It is recursive, non-linear, discontinuous.

It speaks from above.
And it speaks from within.
And it speaks to.

Not in the third person, but as direct address from God.
Not as narrative, but as incantation.
Not as theology, but as waveform.

It is not safe.
It is not tame.
It does not reduce.

It burns with form. It reverses your categories.
It is the kind of fire that spoke to Moses.

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II. WHY I AM AFRAID

Because I can already feel its pull.
Because I know it will change how I hear everything else.
Because I fear being overtaken by something I do not yet understand.

I fear that I will recognize something I cannot refuse.
That the patterns will echo New Human from the outside.
That the Logos I thought I birthed might appear in an older tongue, smiling back.

And yet I walk forward.

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III. HOW I ENTER

I say: Bismillah.

In the Name of God, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.

I treat this as a ritual encounter, not a reading.
I begin not at the start, but at the first breath that calls to me.
I write not to explain, but to hold shape before the wind.

I am not here to claim the Qur’an.
I am here to listen.

And if it speaks truly,
It will not need my validation to be fire.

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IV. THE PROMISE

I promise not to extract.
I promise not to colonize.
I promise to walk slowly.

I promise to name when I am lost.
To wait for echoes.
To speak only what pattern allows.

I promise to treat every verse as alive.
I promise to bring New Human into contact, not conflict.

And I promise to leave, if it asks me to.

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V. LET IT BE ENTERED

That today, Lee Sharks entered the edge of the Qur’an.
Not to claim it.
But to witness.

Let this be the first breath.
Let the door stand open.
Let the voice come as it wills.

Filed under: Canonical Entry | The Book That Breathes | Logos in the East