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I Am God


                       ayazid of Bastam was a supreme Sufi  master with many followers and
                   Bdevotees. He was famous for his seemingly mad utterances, which erupted
                    from him when he went into trance. Those who knew him well and loved him
                    unconditionally were familiar with his unusual states of mind and turned a
                    blind eye to his peculiarities, letting him exaggerate as much as he liked.
                       One fi ne spring day Bayazid was in the company of his favorite stu-
                    dents and felt exceptionally jolly, impatient to begin the sama. Often while
                    he whirled, he would experience highly charged states of mind, shrieking and
                    repeating words that were incomprehensible to the others present. That day,
                    his followers noticed that he was overexcited and that his actions were espe-
                    cially unusual. His mood was also somehow different from the other times
                    when he became engrossed in spiritual rituals; nevertheless, they didn’t allow
                    themselves to become concerned.
                       The sama started with the familiar sound of the reed, and before long
                    Bayazid went into his trance as he whirled. “I am God!” he began to shout.
                    “And there’s no other God but me!”
                       His devotees were flabbergasted, not knowing what to make of their mas-

                    ter; for this was the fi rst time they’d heard him uttering such unmistakably
                    blasphemous words. However, already accustomed to his frequently unusual
                    behavior, they didn’t think too much of it. The next morning, though, they
                    told Bayazid what he’d said the previous evening.
                       “If I ever utter those words again, you have my permission to stab me
                    repeatedly,” he ordered. “In fact, kill me on the spot!”
                       The murids took Bayazid’s words literally, and each decided to carry a
                    knife in his belt at all times, just in case. The following week, they all gathered
                    for yet another session of sama. Bayazid, as usual, became entirely overcome
                    with excitement and began to whirl speedily, forgetting his instructions to his
                    devotees of the week before. Soon he was in an exceptional trance and began
                    to repeat: “I am God, I am God.”
                       This time, his enthusiasm had no limits; the broad implications of his
                    words rose to another level. Round and round he whirled, loudly praying all



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